i have him tied up on the bathroom floor
gagged his mouth with socks and more
drenched his body with my blood
just to show him what i am made of.



he would never make it home....




to be continued.

DON'T DO IT!!!!

His heart is beating a mile a minute
yet, it will stop with a dagger in it.



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my god what kind of sick thread is this....

this need to be locked

as i caress his face to keep him from screaming
i pump his ass full of siemen.
his birthday is coming soon
about the time of the next full moon
until then he will bear my moves
in this sadomasochistic groove



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[Edited 3/23/10 9:20am]

with a touch of clorox bleach
just a bit within his drink
will strip him of what he appears to be
and he will be a different ----- -- ---- from me.....



fill in the blanks and you will find the identity of this new friend of mine's


ANDROGYNINE continues...

it seems as though you need a hint
in regards to the identity of my new slave
come all ye faithfuls look this way..


"what has wings and a heart of gold and can be acquired without being sold"


you best think fast for the full moon is rising....


ANDROGYNINE continues.

Man & His Symbols – Microcosmic & Macrocosmic
The Aquarian Full Moon Meditation precipitated insights into microcosmic & macrocosmic man.
The following simple realisations emerged from study & reflection on the ‘ Heavenly’ &’ Earthly’ Relationship.
The simple diagrams below point to the ‘crude’ yet profound esoteric & exoteric symbology & significance of the physical
( hu-man, god-man) form.
Smbols arise when existence & spirit mingle.
Symbols out-picture inner reality into objective expression
revelation comes.



The body is a symbol.



The body is metaphysically alive.



The body - previously an instrument of separation

‘appearing’ like the opposite pole to the universal



Both are ONE



Illusions overturn



The body - a physical experience of the ONE LIFE



The non-physical birth



Life reaches through symbols to lift the veil



No longer symbols but Life in ‘appearance’



The Spirit & Matter - the new androgynine



Inner & outer become ONE

Fragments synthesise

Spirit & Matter reconcile

The beginning & end - The alpha & the omega

God & man ‘real-ise’ each other

The Fourth to the Fifth.



The body, symbolises & attests to the path



ANDROGYNINE continues....

jesus was androgynine





ANDROGYNINE continues...

when we dream we dream not with our lips but with our souls.


stop...

this is auto matic


and i fucked it all up.

stop...

i see the error of my ways... I know them.
i know this.

stop.



this is auto matic.


come for me ...

before i destroy.
stop.

this is auto matic.

love is.

anewman.

thats cute.


prepare for something sick
all up in this mix.


ANDROGYNINE continues...

again that was cute but not enough
this angel on loan is about to get snuffed
but if you want to change his fate
then send a replacement to the land of 10,000 lakes


ANDROGYNINE continues....


the full moon is about to rise
will he live or will he die???

yesssss....


the X change was a success.


ANDROGYNINE continues..

i am going to take this dude
and in his mind i will intrude
and make him new kind of rude.

i am going to put him in my school
give him new tools
and teach him how to make you drool.

ANDROGYNINE continues....

it seems as though they will try to find
this place that is a home of mines
but as the clock tic toks
the time will end
and soon a new era will begin.

ANDROGYNINE Continues...


p.s. i have got a secret and if i tell you will know that the one i have hates the snow, but that is all good indeed a first born dream is all i need.

pain is necessary.

hmmmmm.... will i have to pull a trick
let me get out my magic walking stick.



ANDROGYNINE continues

friday night.

Oh man..what is going ON yo!?! Im trying to decode this

"Androgynine..." You must have discovered something early that, until recently, a lot of didn't know...

so you want to see your DreamFirstBorn
well i must admit he is a bit stubborn
he won't eat, he won't sleep
still i have for him a treat
while hidden in my humble home
i have prepared for him a brand new poem...



"You do this or you will die, no matter what i tell no lie, if you think they will find you then maybe i shouldn't leave more clues.... its up to you."

Androgynine Continues....

HRH Gregory Alive sooner or later my muffin is gonna have to find its way out!

when it does follow it and you will find what your looking for.







ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!


ANDROGYNINE Continues....

in the mean time...


keep your eyes on The Holy Mountain.





ANDROGYNINE continues...

it seems as though you got a peek,
pretty young dude is such a sneak
say what you want
say what you will
i still have you lock up on a hill.

Breath for me my love.


-ANDROGYNINE Continues....

i gave to DreamFirstBorn, Jew this...




and told him to write an essay on it. Discribing to me what he see's in the painting and telling me what he adds to it..


He has until tommorrow morning to come up with something of substance or i will have HRH Gregory Alive Assinated.


ANDROGYNINE continues...

ANDROGYNINE... I have titled this essay... "She is Home." it is just a rough draft and is not finished, but should be enough to suit your needs.

Jacqueline had been away now for 3 months visiting her family back in the old country and was excited to be back to the city where she felt most alive. She lived in the neighborhood now for nearly four years and had become quite a pleasant fixture in the community. Everyone she came across welcomed her return with joy, like the children playing stick ball in the streets, who stopped in the middle of their game and greeted her with cheers, shouting, “Bienvenue à la maison Jacqueline!” and the florist, Jean Louis, who gave her flowers as he asked her ”avez-vous fait bon voyage, Jacqueline?”
“Oui je vous remercie” she replied as she stopped for a moment and greeted him with a two soft gentle kisses on each side of his face. “Merci pour les fleurs elles sont belles.”
”Vous êtes la plupart de bienvenue. Bienvenue à la maison,” he returned to her.
They stared into each other’s eyes in silence briefly as they often did before, until she smiled and then waved good-bye as she continued onward.
“Au revoir mon amour,” he whispered lovingly under his breath.
She lived near the river Seine and not far away from where she was you could see The Pont au Double Bridge that crosses over into Place du Parvis Notre Dame, which is still right in front of Notre Dame Cathedral.
When she reached the stoop of her building, she sensed something that she hadn’t felt for a long time. She experienced the sensation of being at home. As she walked up the two flights of stairs she entered her room for the first time in what seemed like a hundred years and it was exactly as Jacqueline remembered. The holes in walls were still hidden by the soft silky tapestries, that her mother sent her Christmas of last year. The floor was still blanketed by the plush, velvety, peach colored carpet that lay beneath her, eagerly awaiting her arrival. She remember how she loved the way the carpet felt beneath the soles of her feet and in between her toes. To her it was like butterflies dancing up and down and all around the insides of her young delicate skin, with every step she took across the room. Even with her shoes on, this soothing sensation would still bloom inside of her.
The furniture that she adorned her room with was exactly the way she left it.
The bed, which she found at a second hand store just down the road, was still covered by the bedspread that she would nestle up in and had comforted her at night, as she gazed out the windows and imagine how the next day would embrace to her.
The table and its broken leg, which was repaired when she replaced it with another leg taken from an old vanity she tossed out, had not been moved. It was still in the perfect place to catch the morning sunlight. Still on it, as she arranged, were the only dishes she could afford on it. She didn’t mind having one drinking glass, one serving tray, a knife and a plate. To her they were a part of her freedom and anything more than that was considered to be excess baggage. Her life was simple and she didn’t need much more. The fork, by the way, was kept underneath her pillow as a form protection while she slept during the night, just in case there was an intruder who would take her by surprise.
The table cloth, she had come across in a fabric store on the other side of the city while taking shelter from a passing rain storm, is drenched in a deep rich shade of purple like the sweet, delicious, ripen plums that were fresh for picking back on the farm in the old country. The sunflowers that were hand woven into the canvas were very considerate and precise and to her this was a passionate reminder, that just outside her windows was a vast array of treasures just waiting to be discovered and this brought another smile to her face as she entered each and every day.
As she set her bags down she went over and opened the small window overlooking the square. She stood there listening the sonorous of the city below her. It was like an orchestra and she was moved.
She waltzed about like a little girl, swaying her arms and twirling her body in a circular motion in time with the sonnet conducted by the city streets below her. In this moment she was the muse and the composer was inspired by her every whim. The flowers she still held in her hands had begun to odoriferously fill the room with an ambrosial element of romance, intoxicating her. Melting her senses away, making her reality, a dream, as her lover, performing somersaults, had drawn near to her. Without losing balance or missing a beat he planted a kiss on her unsuspecting lips and right there and then, she was born again.


to be continued...


written by DreamFirstBorn, Jew
based on the painting "Birthday" by Marc Chagall


p.s. don't ever threaten the life of HRH Gregory Alive again or you will see your domain come crashing down in a wall of flames.... U FUCK!


-DreamFirstBorn, Jew
[Edited 4/18/10 11:35am]

^Creative and interesting. A fork underneath her pillow? Funny. Good job.

ok. DreamFirstBorn, Jew next task....


If i were him...




were would you put me?

you have 4 hours to complete this task. Use Photoshop.

it better be nice or your not eating tonight.


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[Edited 4/20/10 9:55am]

I want Thai Food! perferrable Chicken Pad Thai, with a salad and mango sticky rice. please.


-DreamFirstBorn, Jew

p.s. and i want to be able to have a member from The DownLoad Society to join me. I am lonely.

So you want a friend in your den
why don't i just clue you in..


if you can find out where it is
just the place for you to jizzzzz
i'll consider a friend but first...

on to a new task...



i will have the guards escort you at sunset.


-ANDROGYNINE continues...