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One week in the life of Morey Crowfucker
I dont really know why.
It seemed to me that in all life my life I had yet to achieve one thing of importance. I had never left the States. So I said to my self "What the hell" and got a bag with a bunch of my shit in it and got into the truck. If you think about it "What the hell" seems to always be the right answear. I really did not want to wait to be 65 to and travel, besides my 401(k) was empty. Fucking Corporation screw us all.
Ironman: You guys are going to love this. When I was a kid I used to go to this guys rituals. It was awesome! At age 15 was when I finally took their magic drink. "Tutuli" is what they call it. Total mind bending.
I did not know what to think about it. I was actually exited. I had taken many drugs in my life, but an indian Yaqui's Shaman magic drink!? This had to top it all right?
We arrive to thes dirt poor village. The woman making hand tortillas and shit. We sat down near a fire and smoked something. Dont know what it was but it totally relaxed me. it was not like weed, a little different.
Ironman: Gentlemen! prepare to open all the loacked doors and free your monsters. This it going to scare you to the point where your going to shit your pants. But once your done you'll achieve "toracfugara". You'll be fearless, You'll have the mind and spirute of a Yaqui warrior. Take it under your own precatioun.
I said to myself "What the hell, I will some day die and remenber nothing anyways" So I drank the green liquid in the cup. It tasted like ass. Suddently Ironman Starts laughing like a Madman. Suddently It all seems to bend. I suddently wonder if "What the hell" was the right move.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
I have the spirute of a Yaqui warrior in my dresser drawer.
Also, this story redefines minimalism.
[rosiemoonjumper] 9:52 pm: cheeks are great
[rosiemoonjumper] 9:52 pm: bum and face
[rosiemoonjumper] 9:52 pm: oh yeah bum here = bottom not street vagrant
"What the fuck!" I hold my hands on my head. "What kind of cheap acid is this!?"
The feeling was pain. Pure and simple pain. But it was weird, you could not pin point where it hurt. All I wanted was to hit my head with something hard and knock myself unconscious. But I could not. I opend my eyes and saw nothing, I screamed to the top of my lungs but could not hear my own voice. I fealt alone. Once more I was alone. Ironman abandoned just like everyone else.
My mind started to calm down, but I had no control over it. I saw myself has a kid. young, much to young. I am 4 years old. This is so fucking real. Fuck! its more than real! its like all my life has been dull colors and now its clear. Cristal clear.
Little Morey: Whats cant I go up the stairs mama?
Mama: I told you your Grandmothers sleeping. You'll wake her up.
I dont remenber my grandmother. I want to meet her!
I go up the wooden stairs and its locked. I peek in to see her in a rocking chair. I come back with a bunch of keys until one opens. I come in:
"Grandma?" I walk in and I see a corpse. Nothing but mummified skin and bone with no eyes facing a TV screen. I fucking Scream.
Police reports later confirmed that she wanted to be left in her room after death. So my sick mother agreed. She was left up their with the AC on for 2 fucking years. My father took costody of me and my sister after that.
Just the fucking image of her face. tatooed in my brain. I wanna die to make it stop.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
I am in my fathers house now. This is a fucking emotional push and pull.
I feel good. We had a ton of great food. Even do me and my older sister shared the room. We might have been a nice family if it was not for her. Maria, that hyspanic bitch. I Hate her. She fucking goes postol with no fucking reason.
"You better drink this so you will learn stupid moreysito."
She gave me a large cotainer of salty water. That was my punishment. I would drink that until I threw up all over the floor. The she made me clean it up.
this happened again and again and again
Fucking bitch!
I never spoke to my father. It always seemed I was talking to a mask. All that came out was some bullshit about God. I never told him what she mad us do:
"Ok Moreysito, I want you to put your fire truck in Monic's mouth."
She taped me and Monic fucking. Monic was 3 years older than me. We both submitted to her. It was not much the fact of having sex with Monic, we loved it. In fact I loved her more than a sister. But when she came to "play" with us. I fealt so dirty, so used. She threaten to hurt us if we said anything to anyone.
Yeah, we cried at night.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
What the fuck does all this mean!?
I see the faces of a thousand Japanese demons. All speaking to me. constant and constant.
"We are your friends." "We will pretect you." "Obey your Master AHHHHHHHH!"
I see murder and rape. Blood everywhere! The sound of broken bones and cries for help.
"This is the way it has always been" The tell me. "Man is the Greates Animal. Its the ultimate predator this earth has."
It all stops and I am back to the memories of my shity and wasted life.
This is a rather recent one, I guess. I am about 35 and in Trixy's apartment. Shes this new girl I got, shes young, 22. She had just gotten to the states no more than 2 weeks when I found her and made her mine. She really hot. Only I had to teach her that in America girls wax their bodys. She did not believe in sex before marriege, so I told her if we used a condon it was not really sex. Ahh, how I love dumb foreign girls.
after a few months she started gatting fat, I pointed this out to her but she desided that she looked good. After 3 months she was a pig. This is my flashback:
I go in and see a picture she has of us both. She was sexy then.
"Honey, you need to drop weight."
"No, no ,no ,no. I look so good. I just got up 5 pounds this week!" she say this exited.
"Look god damn it! you look like a fucking cow. Now you are getting a personal trainer and thats final!"
No, I am not getting thin and you are going to have to learn to love a wife cow"
Wife cow? I think to my self.
I snap.
I get close and tear her cloths apart.
"What are you doing!?"
"I wana fuck a farm animal!" I say. I got some tape and shut her mouth and tape her hands togheter and start raping the retarded bitch.
"ah yeas! oh honey, this feels so good! Ah yeah, more couchin for the push in!"
After I am done violently raping her I go to the closet and get a metal hanger and shape it in the letters M.C.
"Morey Crowfucker" I say proudly. I heat that shit up and start branding the bitch on the ass!
"Now my little cattle, this is for your own good. You dont wanna get robed by another cowboy do you? Its for your protection. hahahaha"
It carved in nice. Really nice. I was so proud of my skills. I licked it and continue to fuck her. She is now sobbing. When my dick was down I thought what else I could to to her. I pissed on her face let her hands loose and left. She never filed a police ropert. I guess this kind of shit is acceptable from where she comes from.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
I feel my brain mealting. Reducing itself to its reptilian form. I care nothing more than to fight, fllight and fuck. The 3 infamous F's.
I wake up in a Park in some town in Mexico and I swear to God I see Osama Bin Laden.
I go postal.
"You Mother Fucker!" I get up clumsely. "You blew up does God tham towers!" I try to chase after him but I cant, I fall back and pass out.
I wake up hours latter and it getting Dark. "I had a dream!" I shout. I flash back. I throw the head of Osama Bin Laden infront of the white house "Bush, give me Bush." I scream. He comes out and say to me "You are the bravest man I have ever seen."
"GIVE ME MY MONEY" I took it and loosed my self in eastern Europa.
"I need to find that cook sucker. Got to do it for America" I say calmly and fallow some music from afar.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
Some people are having a fiesta. I look around, they all have on boots and sombreros. Their in the middle of park. Their dancing and drinking and hearing "Nortanas" I think. I feel like shit, but probably look decent. I walk in and speak thus:
"Short and drunken people of Mexico!" Everyone has stopped and is now looking at me. The music has ended. "I come from a far away land called the United States of America. Where we all run free. We had near Magical restaurants called MacDonalds that will give you food for almost nothing. But our Land has been attack by evil creatures called Muslims. And they are now living in your dirty town. I know its not much but its all you got. Fallow me and I will free you from this Rat called Osama Bin Laden!"
I expect them to hold me in their shoulders and make me their towns Warrior leader or something. Two man come close to me and punch me in the mouth and drag me outside.
"Fucking Gringo" the fat one say's. "You think you can come to our country and tell us what to do?" He punches me in the stomach and I fall to the ground.
"You also smell like shit" says the short one while with his pointy Mexican boots gives me a nice kick in the nuts.
"Ahhhhhh!... You mother fucker."
Both Mexicans laugh. "Le di en los huevos carnal" "haha, pinchi gringo baboso"
I laid with terrible pain. I cried. I remenbered the days with my sister. I remenbered how my father killed her. "You are the chosen one!" he told me has cops arrested him. That was the last time I ever saw him. "You are the chocen one." What did he mean? Probably just talks of a madman. He told police he saw signs of the devil in my sister. So he cut her neck a new smile and dropped her head in toilet water. I never loved anyone again. My sister was all to me.
While Morey Crowfucker sat in pain an Ugly ass dog come and laid next to him. The moon was big but no stars that night.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
in·fa·my
1. extremely bad reputation, public reproach, or strong condemnation as the result of a shameful, criminal, or outrageous act: a time that will live in infamy.
2. infamous chracter or conduct
3. an infamous act or circumstance.
I am the ghost that haunts my dreams. It's pathetic, really, to be the monster of my own nightmares. Next to you is the only time I feel safe...
[ click! ]
I figured you were kidding around, because I've yet to see a serious post from you. But srsly, your post didn't open up the doors for me to say something funny. So, you know.
Not all of us have libraries of youtube videos and pictures of ninjas to post in response to things, you know!
I am the ghost that haunts my dreams. It's pathetic, really, to be the monster of my own nightmares. Next to you is the only time I feel safe...
[ click! ]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30c0OfL8S6s
in the heat of burning air to watch the naked famele body is insane,
I figured you were kidding around, because I've yet to see a serious post from you. But srsly, your post didn't open up the doors for me to say something funny. So, you know.
Not all of us have libraries of youtube videos and pictures of ninjas to post in response to things, you know!
That's [i]your[/i] fault, not mine!
in the heat of burning air to watch the naked famele body is insane,
Poor guy peed his pants and someone's taking a picture of him. And you can see it in his face, he's not mad, he's just sad. Like, "...... why? Why take a picture of me when I urinated all over my favorite jeans? Why?"
Funny anecdote, my favorite jeans... I'm wearing them right now. On two separate occasions $6 ballpoint pens leaked into the pockets and I have two big ink splotches on the side of my leg. I'm poor and theyre my fave jeans so I still wear them outside and don't care. They're not in the crotch, so I don't think people think it's pee. But still, it sucks. TWO DIFFERENT TIMES the same two pens leaked!
All I'm sayin is, your picture touched me even closer than you think. I think I'm going to sue.
I am the ghost that haunts my dreams. It's pathetic, really, to be the monster of my own nightmares. Next to you is the only time I feel safe...
[ click! ]
Its morning now, the bright and hot mexican sun blinds and burns me at the same time. The Dog is still their, she seems to not care that I small like shit or have almost no money left. God shes an ugly one. I'll name he belleza.
"I hungry..." I am weak, my body hurst, my face is probably a mess. I bang my fists on the on door I am able to reach, and older lady opens the door "Comida... Agua..." and I drop on her feet unable to stand up any longer "Hay dios mio! Carmen! ven I ayudame" she says, what ever that means.
I am in a bath tube being bath by a young lady who is nearly baked, she is young, REALLY good looking "Calm down Senor" She tells me when I awoke and jumped back from the surprise. "You... You speak English" I say still disorianted. "Shes I learned in school, so what is your name?" she says this while her hands touch my back an chest "Morey... Morey Crowfucker. I am a Bus driver in Idaho who could not longer go in with his shitty life. I had no father, My mother was a 16 year old whore. Kind of like old Charly Manson" I say. "Well, I dont know who that Charly Manson is, but I am glad you could leave you sad life and come here, you know, it gets kind of lonley over here. Its just me and my abuela and all the men are pigs. Its nice to have a gentlemen in the house for a change." She said that last sentence with sex in her eyes, has she walks away she is wearing nothing but panties and a tiny shirt. I all ready want her. I lay down and relax. She comes back and puts a towel in a chair thats next to the bath. "Dry yourself, I got some cloth for you when you come out" she said to me. I look at the chair and see a pair of dirty panties laying visibly under the towel. Awwww panties, they may not be the best thing in the world, but their a close second.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
I am dressedand well eaten and walking across town. Belleza is by my side. I am thinking of nothing but how fortunate I am. I am thinking to stay here with Carmen, make her my wife, have some children. I could probably get a job has an English teacher. Life seems to be good. Before this, before Ironman, it was driving that fucking bus every day. You could see all does people walk in, No motivation. They where not retarded but just stupid. They fucking lacked some IQ points. They are fucking worse than Retards. When I saw this people on their mid 20s and latter working at fast food restaurants or postol office. It inraged me. I wanted to take a machine gun and shoot everyone of does sorry motherfuckers and scream: "Why are you so fucking pathetic!?" Gun bullets flying everywhere "Look at yourselfs You live in misery, pay check to pay check!" People would be screaming and running away, me chasing them "Why wont you make something of you life? Fucking members of the genetic underclass! I AM YOUR LIBERATOR!"
I truelly hated them, but I also hated myself. I had so many possibilitys I thought. If only my parents would have left me alone. Let my creativity flow, but instead they made me do all that fucking homework. Schools are made for the dumbest kid in the class, Why the hell do you think its so damn boring? The teacher would repeat something so every ideot could get it. And right their is where I lost my focus. I joined the Army and fought in Vietnam. My perception of Humanity became even lower. Their is no Honor anymore. Men have become afeminen laying all the in the couch or infront of a computer. Their minds and body Soft. And live in a fantasy world.
Has I walk the streets all this seemed far way, it did not matter anymore. I believe I was happy for the first time since my childhood. Since does days with my sister. And has I am planning carmens, bellezas and my life togheter I see his face. Its Osama in a poster. He will be speaking to the public this night. Rage attacks me like a thunderbolt!
One must die in order to be resurrected.
"Pistolas Pistolas! I need a Gun you fool!"
I am in a fucking shop trying to get some wepons, The Motherfucker who attacked my country WILL BE HUMILIATED!!!
We may have lost Vietnam, but this time will be diferent. A little door bell rigs while a man walks in:
"Well, well, well. Morey, the one man Army."
I turn around and I see him. His face has changed...
He looks like an ancient greek warrior.
"IRONMAN!" I say "dude, where have you been!"
He just looks at me, examining me. His hands behind his back, theirs a Power in his walk, in his eyes...
I decide to break the silence:
Morey: IRONMAN! I saw Osama! Osama Bin Ladden, RIGHT HERE IN MEXICO!
He just stands their, he seems to be meditating on something.
Morey: I am serious man! His having a talk TONIGHT!!
"I know" I says calmly. And we WILL strick. Meet me at the towns prostitute house and 8:00 PM. Go in and ask for Changoleon. His going to be one Ugly Motherfucker. When you see him tell him X-E-C-8. He will lead you to me."
He leaves the door and gets back on his horse. He looked like he had lived in the mountains for months! His hair was long, but he was cleaned shaved. His cloths full with dirt. He just had an air of a Revolutionary, an Anarchiest.
I walk out the store still thinking about what had just happen, its 11:22 am. after a moment of walking in deep thought I notice belleza is gone! I run around like a Mad man looking for her! Finally for what seemed like an eternity I find her eating from some dumbster "Belleza!" I call. Her ears go up and she starts running towards me! I start running towards her! Oh happiness! I thought I would never see her again... The air around us seems to become clean, we are running in a grass field covered by flowers... "I am walking on sunshine" plays in the background... I will be with belleza again! the one creature who does not care how ugly I am. Who does not care how bad I smell or complain about my shit job... I can see her running exited towards me... "belleza" I wisper, tears are running down my eyes... Oh Hapiness!
I see a car driving at full speed, Belleza is running in the street, SHE WILL NOT MAKE IT!!
"STOPP!!!!!!" I scream and wave my hands like a Mad man! but its no use, shes hit. "NO!!!!!!!!" I run towards her dieying body. It was a fucking beattle, tha car was a fucking beattle. I hold her in my arms and she licks my face... and just collapse....
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!" I am sobbing, She is dead. Labelleza is dead. This must be a dream!
"Wake up!... WAKE UP YOU LAZY BITCH!!! MOVE!! PLEASE MOVE!!!!" its useless. I just hold her in my arms and rock her back and forth. crying out loud. crying the way mothers cry to a dead child. To a dead ONLY child.
After what seems and eternity I hear a female voice "Fuck her"
I stop frighten
"FUCK HER!" the voice says angryly
Its in my head. I stop and try to rationalize whats happening but she screams again even louder
"I SAID TO FUCK THE DEAD DOG!"
"but I dont want to" I answear
A hellish cream echos. I am scared. I shit my pants and am now crying because of fear. I am sobing for the same reason babys cry when their frighten.
"I SAID TO FUCK THE DOG!!!!!"
I answear int ears and terror 'but my dick wont get hard" and after this its hard as a rock.
"now fuck the dog" says the voice quietly.
I pull my cock out and procide to sodomise the corpse in the middle of the street. I hate this voice. She is making me do this to the only thing I have ever loved...
Now that I think about it, its not much different than with my sister...
People gather around in horror while tears and cum fly all over. I remember the way they forced me to fuck years ago has a child. The same pain, shame and anger are shoot to my soul.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
I was eventually arrested by the Mexican Authoritys. They site my in a chair and start to interrogate me. "I cant understand" I told them. "Solo Hablo Ingless"
They looked at eachother, gave some instructions to a boy and Officer "Francisco" came in. A tall Dark Man with acne scars all over his face. He had the expression of a serious man. "All work and no play" vibe.
"So... Gringo. What is your name?" He said camly has he made himself comfortable in the table infront of me.
"Me name Is Morey CrowFucker" I said Proudly. All Shame seemed to have just melted away. I had hitten Rock Bottom. their was No God, No Good or Wrong... I just did not give a shit. I will soon be gone and all my life and pain forgotten...
"So, Morey CrowFucker. Do you like to fuck dogs?" He keeps on reading the Report "*gulp* DEAD DOGS!?" He looks at me has the greatest Pervert in the face of this earth. He speaks some fast talking shit in spanish, All I could get out of it was "crazy gringo." They Start laughing. Francisco looks at me with a smile "Well Mr. Crow-Dead-Dog-Sodomiser, You can call me Mr. Smartaz to make it simple."
He rises violently and suddently off his chair and shouts "Tapatio a la Nariz!!" and everyone get exited and start screaming cack the same. I know Nariz means nose...
They hold my heads back and bring in a bottle of hot souce
smartaz "Now Mr. Dog fucker, Us here in Mexico do not appreciate you americans comming to our country and fucking our wild life..." and he just laughs...
He puts the bottle rith at my nose and drops the liquid!
Morey "AHHHHHH!! AHHH! IT BURNS! yOU MOTHERFUCKER I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS!!!!"
Smartaz bitch slaps him across the face
Morey "AHHHHH! WATER! WATERRRR!!!"
Smartaz "Whats that Senor? We dont speak Ingles over here, HAHAHA"
Morey "Agua, agua!!!!"
Smartaz "You want some Honey for that?"
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And All the crowed laughed at our heroe. He was eventually put in a cell with one man who was kind enough to jerk off so Morey could blow his cum up his nose and eventually fall asleep.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
Ironman Regrets never ending this Nobel. Goodbye for ever Cult. I will miss you dearly.
And for the record, the Wiki was a gift to you. I never intended on posting on it. And she never gave me a warning. Not one.
I guess I now shall go into oblivion. Meet me where all the Sick and Wrong activity is permited. Where no OverLord will force you to submite.
Your Ironfriend
P.S. Phil, I still expect a copy of your nobel on my mail.
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