EBONY-ASTRAL: Nobody About That I Like

INTERNET-MAGICIAN by ASTRAL-EBONY

I am the Internet magician. Everything herein is the result of my on-going, and fluctuating moodswings. In other words, it is a place for my emotional rollercoaster rides. If something doesn't go right, then I start to feel very uncomfortable. I start getting very upset. I do not have one single friend, as society has always done the dirty on me. I lose concentration and trust in society very easily. I can wave a magic wand, and things here can either appear, or disappear. Some of you will have already experienced, and noticed that. It's a bit like the Steve Miller Band song, Abracadabra...I Want To Reach Out And Grab Ya. But whenever I try to chat people up, it seems to just fall apart at very first touch. I don't think a lot of people understand me. I do not have much confidence in the world right now. That is because everything is all messed up. People are far too messed up.

WHEN IT'S QUIET, IT'S LOUD AND NOISY.

Monday 11 October 2010

Nobody About That I Like

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It's been another one of those very boring days again. The only excitement I had today, was meeting my O.T this morning. And seeing my friend Greg. I don't seem to be making any headway whatsoever with relationships. It's made even more complicated by the fact that I have Asperger's.

There is absolutely nothing around here in shitty Oswestry. The town is dead, and doesn't have much of a vibrant life. I often sit here in a black world of my own, and talk to the walls around me. It's like as if I've been totally forgotten about, by the whole of society. I sometimes feel like I want to scream. Nobody seems to be listening to me whatsoever. I feel as if I'm in a lonely world of my own. I think I'm starting to lose my patience, with this stinky town. If things don't dramatically change very soon, then I will do something drastic.

I want somebody out there to make friends with me now. If somebody doesn't, then I will crack up. They always say that relationships are all about trust. I absolutely agree. You need to like a person and their aura, before relationships start to fully blossom. You cannot go out with someone, when you're wearing a blindfold over your eyes. That is why I dislike this modern Blind Date style society. Trust also has to be earned, just like a job where you get paid after you've done the work. Most people today, want to take and then run. I do not like that sort of attitude from people.

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Run A Race by Mark Parry

We are the Oswestry-folk, and we're always right. We're running a 200 metre sprint without hurdles. We've snapped our angry girdles. There's a number of hurdles up ahead. We've placed them in front of ourselves. This is because of our spite and malice. We'd rather not go out with Alice. We'll give her to someone else by force. We cannot reach 'The End.' This is because we are too blind and arrogant to see reality. There's a hurdle right in front of us. And Mark Parry says, Where? They just don't want to be successful.

2010

When I Am Paranoid by Mark Parry

When I am paranoid. When life gets too much. I know and find the truth in others so easily. It's better than looking at a TV screen. They always try to deny it. They tell a thousand constant lies. Acting like secret spies.

When I tell the truth, society wanted me to lie. When I lie it still goes wrong. Society wanted me to be honest. Society coaxes me out of my shell. Then when I come so far out of myself. They push me further back into myself, than before. Nothing ever seems to satisfy these people. They've always been this way, since day one.

So when I am paranoid. I won't trust you as easy as before. I shall get uptight, and walk off in a sulky mood. I shall refuse your "perfect" soul food. I shall cover my ears, to your smooth words of uneasy comfort. Then I shall runaway from your cruel disguise. This all happens, when I am paranoid. And I can get very annoyed. Keep out of my way. I want to survive another day.

Mark Parry aka ASTRAL-EBONY

One Of My Ultimate Desires

Just imagine it. You come across a nice Teenage Goddess. She is Asian, Afro-Black or even Polish. She has the most sexy bare feet in the whole world. You take off her black shiny shoes, and kiss and lick her beautiful dirty soles. You clean her bare feet with your slavery tongue. She demands of you the highest quality, when worshipping her Teenage feet. She doesn't care about whether or not you like her smelly, and sweaty feet. She even expects you to lick inside her black shoes as well. You have to clean her shoes, until they are perfectly shiny. This is one of my ultimate desires.

ASTRAL-EBONY. THE BLACK GODDESS RULES!

Black is sexy

Black is sexy. Very sexy indeed. Ebony is truth. Very truthful indeed. Dark is beauty. Very beautiful indeed. I call her my perfect Goddess. A Queen of the Nile. I love her eternally with divine grace unrestricted. She is my perfect dark Angel of the night. I submit myself to her perfection. Forever the sun of dusk will shine on us both. Beyond death she allows me to worship, and admire her dark love.

To worship or not to worship. That is the question. To kiss her feet or not. That is the question.

ASTRAL-EBONY 2010

EBON-FEET

I kissed her bare feet. Her soles were tasty and delicious. She walked all over my face. And then used my shaven-head as a cushion, for her sweaty and smelly black feet. She then proceeded to thrust long sewing needles into my feet. The torture was unbearable. The agony I was put through, became my naked suffering. She spat upon my face, whenever I knelt down beneath her right demanding foot. Then she told me to open my gob, and accept her shit and urine in my mouth. I had to be her silent victim, and slave. She is the Black Ebon Goddess. Dark is her kiss that stings my spirit. I have to surrender my will, in order to do her work. She starves me of food and water. Then she sexually attacks me, just like a sadistic vampyress. Now she keeps my life in strict order. If I get out of hand, then she'll whip my skin with her evil scourge. I am nothing on her human farm of slavery. Working myself into a deep black hole. Then she covers me over to be forgotten.

MARK PARRY aka ASTRAL-EBONY

IF YOU ARE DIFFERENT by ASTRAL-EBONY

For those that do not fit in with society, it seems that accepted people will always assume, that they know what is best, for those that do not fit in. If you are different today, society will try its very best to control, or even manipulate your natural intelligence. You are guilty without proof. You are a scapegoat without evidence. And the evidence that you provide to the courts, will be twisted by the corrupt. WARNING! You may not think for yourself. And if you do, you will be immediately arrested onsite. Then you'll be sent from a secret jail, to a maximum gas chamber, just for being individual.

Mark Parry aka ASTRAL-EBONY

Legacy Undead

She's a ghost in the trees. Through the boneyard she walks. Bare feet on the cold floors. Dancing to the silent noise of mist. Drifting through the marble arched doorways. Where time forgot her neglected shadow. Legacy undead. Cold heart still beating. Mistress of silent cruelty. Like a vampire she flew through my window. Luring me towards her grave of misery. Where her name disappeared long ago. Destroyed by a violent storm inside. I tried to get away. I even staked her evil heart. But she just kept coming back for more. it wasn't enough. Until I was dead upon her dark floor. I was taken away into her Fairy-groves of twilight. I became a slave to her nocturnal hunger. I yearned to see the daylight again. But she just kept pulling on my feeble heart. She is like a wolf on the prowl. Tormenting me with her vicious growl.

by Mark Parry