Ok. So, this apparently is Disney -Land-.
See you soon,
Disney -World-.
Real soon.
Head Shot!
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
(x)
you
have
been
told
you
have
been
warned
your
time
is
up
your
time
is
now
no
more
games
no
more
riddles
we
come
for
you
have
been
told
you
have
been
warned
your
time
is
up
your
time
is
now
no
more
games
no
more
riddles
we
come
for
you
Monday, July 25, 2011
Metacognology: Freeing The Mind
Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.
For this post, I seek to enlighten.
Sure, you've already got your tin foil hats firmly planted and shaped to keep out all that Scientology implores you to believe, so you might just be immune.
However, if you'd like a delightful (some would say inspiring) read, try this:
The Revolution Marches On
Before you go getting a hair across your ample backside, know this:
Agent Wraith does what he wants.
Always has. Always will.
Call me what you will, the internet is great for anonymous relatively retribution-free snarkiness.
And let's not forget Freedom Of Speech.
I see this as an experiment.
Life.
One big experiment.
Variables, controls, catalysts, accidents.
Something is lacking though. A fundamental change of the mind.
It's change. And people fear change.
Humans are generally xenophobic (and stupid), so there's that.
But, if we are to progress (and there is a mouse in my pocket*), there has to be a cohesive thought to pull us toward a BEtter future.
Not a worse one.
And it has to be responsible.
There are destructive personalities out there who would throw the biggest monkey-wrench into the mix just because they can.
I'd say I'd be the top dog, but seriously, I live in my mother's basement.
And... in this world of bigger fish, there's got to be someone else out there.
And.. in this world of constant one-upsmanship, seriously?
And I am just a tiny internetizen with a penchant for poor theatrics.
There you have it.
Agent Wraith condones the responsible use of illegal 'drugs' to empower the mind for changes for the betterment of the planet.
Damn.
Hero-speak.
Bleh.
Whatever happened to wiping humans off the face of the planet en masse because they are the MAIN problem?
What happened to unbiased extinction of the human race?
Heh. For a Zionist-Jew that hates everything (including the Aryan race descended from Heaven), I think I'm doing well.
Up next (this time for real), we look at Agent Wraith.
Harshly.
Target acquired.
Fire when ready.
Agent Wraith
p.s. Any potential back stabbers will note that Agent Wraith is incorporeal.
Your knife (unless Relic or Artifact) will have no effect. Perhaps a ceremonial blade?
I am Agent Wraith.
For this post, I seek to enlighten.
Sure, you've already got your tin foil hats firmly planted and shaped to keep out all that Scientology implores you to believe, so you might just be immune.
However, if you'd like a delightful (some would say inspiring) read, try this:
The Revolution Marches On
Before you go getting a hair across your ample backside, know this:
Agent Wraith does what he wants.
Always has. Always will.
Call me what you will, the internet is great for anonymous relatively retribution-free snarkiness.
And let's not forget Freedom Of Speech.
I see this as an experiment.
Life.
One big experiment.
Variables, controls, catalysts, accidents.
Something is lacking though. A fundamental change of the mind.
It's change. And people fear change.
Humans are generally xenophobic (and stupid), so there's that.
But, if we are to progress (and there is a mouse in my pocket*), there has to be a cohesive thought to pull us toward a BEtter future.
Not a worse one.
And it has to be responsible.
There are destructive personalities out there who would throw the biggest monkey-wrench into the mix just because they can.
I'd say I'd be the top dog, but seriously, I live in my mother's basement.
And... in this world of bigger fish, there's got to be someone else out there.
And.. in this world of constant one-upsmanship, seriously?
And I am just a tiny internetizen with a penchant for poor theatrics.
There you have it.
Agent Wraith condones the responsible use of illegal 'drugs' to empower the mind for changes for the betterment of the planet.
Damn.
Hero-speak.
Bleh.
Whatever happened to wiping humans off the face of the planet en masse because they are the MAIN problem?
What happened to unbiased extinction of the human race?
Heh. For a Zionist-Jew that hates everything (including the Aryan race descended from Heaven), I think I'm doing well.
Up next (this time for real), we look at Agent Wraith.
Harshly.
Target acquired.
Fire when ready.
Agent Wraith
p.s. Any potential back stabbers will note that Agent Wraith is incorporeal.
Your knife (unless Relic or Artifact) will have no effect. Perhaps a ceremonial blade?
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Promises, promises
So after a little chat with a most FEARSOME helmeted tyrant, I have decided to give a little breakdown of certain things here at Los Sauces.
Yeah, Mr. Frodo is full of personality.
Anywho.
So, I figure, instead of everyone getting on the ride with no idea what to expect, I'll give a preliminary explanation (re: warning) as what's going to happen with The Harrowing.
Yes, it is a Role Playing term.
Yes, it essentially means the same thing.
Do you remember the 'roasts'? Dean Martin? Seriously, youngsters, it's called history. It may not be a big part of it (re: Napoleon) and you young-folk may not care with your Tweeting and Poking..
Roasted. Grilled. Made fun of.
That's only the tip of the iceberg.
Not to toot my own horn (seriously, a villain with an EGO?!? unheard of), but we're going to take down the Titanic. If you don't view my villainy as epic in scope as the Titanic sinking, that's ok.
I view it as such.
As every villain (or anyone) should view their work/persona.
Otherwise, what's the point. A lame attempt at villainy with serious masochist overtones?
That.. has been done.
The Harrowing will be a play (of sorts) of my own psychosis/being. A drama constructed by my mind to mentally and physically tear myself down. I will survive or perish. Dark spectres of my past, forgotten loved ones, caricatures of present entities, and more, all designed to pull me down into Oblivion.
The most questioned question that should be asked?
Why?
Well, why not?
I've had 'evaluation'. But, yours isn't the same as mine. You must be busy with your own evil and can't be torn from it. It's fine. I'll 'screen' this wacky necromancer ghost from Jersey and see what 'floats'. And this time, no punches pulled. Maybe I'll be more forceful. I'll be my own worst critic.
You have had your chances to get to know me.
I don't pretend to be the boogeyman, so it can't be that you're afraid.
Not of little ole' me.
There has been little response from your camp.
And I started to wonder why.
If you're not going to ask the tough questions..
I'll do it for you.
Agent Wraith
p.s. Your silence can mean only one thing to me.
I'm right.
p.p.s. I'm approachable.. aren't I?
agentwraith@gmail.com
Yeah, Mr. Frodo is full of personality.
Anywho.
So, I figure, instead of everyone getting on the ride with no idea what to expect, I'll give a preliminary explanation (re: warning) as what's going to happen with The Harrowing.
Yes, it is a Role Playing term.
Yes, it essentially means the same thing.
Do you remember the 'roasts'? Dean Martin? Seriously, youngsters, it's called history. It may not be a big part of it (re: Napoleon) and you young-folk may not care with your Tweeting and Poking..
Roasted. Grilled. Made fun of.
That's only the tip of the iceberg.
Not to toot my own horn (seriously, a villain with an EGO?!? unheard of), but we're going to take down the Titanic. If you don't view my villainy as epic in scope as the Titanic sinking, that's ok.
I view it as such.
As every villain (or anyone) should view their work/persona.
Otherwise, what's the point. A lame attempt at villainy with serious masochist overtones?
That.. has been done.
The Harrowing will be a play (of sorts) of my own psychosis/being. A drama constructed by my mind to mentally and physically tear myself down. I will survive or perish. Dark spectres of my past, forgotten loved ones, caricatures of present entities, and more, all designed to pull me down into Oblivion.
The most questioned question that should be asked?
Why?
Well, why not?
I've had 'evaluation'. But, yours isn't the same as mine. You must be busy with your own evil and can't be torn from it. It's fine. I'll 'screen' this wacky necromancer ghost from Jersey and see what 'floats'. And this time, no punches pulled. Maybe I'll be more forceful. I'll be my own worst critic.
You have had your chances to get to know me.
I don't pretend to be the boogeyman, so it can't be that you're afraid.
Not of little ole' me.
There has been little response from your camp.
And I started to wonder why.
If you're not going to ask the tough questions..
I'll do it for you.
Agent Wraith
p.s. Your silence can mean only one thing to me.
I'm right.
p.p.s. I'm approachable.. aren't I?
agentwraith@gmail.com
Friday, July 22, 2011
(Another) Identity Crisis
aka Just How Many God Damned Identities Do You Have?
Greetings! I am Agent Wraith, you're not.
I say this both to identify myself and you, dear reader.
There are folks out there (both in and out of the internets, little droogs) who disguise who they are.
They use masks, metaphorically and literally, to conceal their true nature; their identities.
I've heard the gossip, ladies and gentlemen. I may seem like a small being (though, somehow FAT), but I have certain strengths and resources that get me into all sorts of mischief. One of them, I will reveal:
AT&T. This only goes so far, mind you. There has to be communication to eavesdrop on.
You are paying attention, aren't you? Don't take anything I say personal.
Hypothesis:
I have kept your 'faith' in me, dear reader, because-
1. I'm not a threat.
2. I keep secrets (yours and mine).
3. I don't want the alienation that would result from my 'betrayals'.
I have a 'secret' identity.
What's this 'secret'?
It's not so secret.
A handful of villains know who I am. IRL.
One, in particular, knows me VERY well.
I am glad for this. This villain is FEARED, even by me.
There is ONE hero (that I know of) who has seen my face.
One.
This is okay too. She has proven to me to be upstanding and ruthless.
Both good (evil) qualities for villains.
And we trust each other (to an extent).
Now, I know you're reading this and might be thinking, "AW, are you playing another Mind Game? How are we to believe anything you say?"
Well, you can't. Even if I wasn't painstakingly cryptic, you still couldn't trust me.
This is the internet.
I could be a 600 lb MotoCross enthusiast with a penchant for grease paint or a pasty patsy whose hair will never grow in because I keep pulling it out. What you have seen, you might not have seen. You get me?
Aside from that, there are people out there who have created for themselves all manner of identities for all manner of reasons. There is always going to be people who not only play 'both sides of the fence', but live on 'both sides of the fence'. It's part of life now. This is the game.
So, before I get any more long-winded, I want to break down some of the more amusing rumors I've heard lately. Gossip, it's always entertaining. If not nihilistic.
1. I am (insert hero name here).
This is utterly laughable. Now, were I a hero, this is how I would respond to throw off any suspicion. I am Agent Wraith. No one else.
2. I am Henchman 22.
This is a half-truth. I will admit I have loomed over shoulders, directed hands, even full-on possessed 22 while she was on Facebook. 22 says hello. We are two entities, mind you.
3. I am (insert villain name here).
Oh, do I wish. Now, were I another villain, this is how I would respond to throw off any suspicion. I am Agent Wraith. Baron Terror is the only other villain who visits Los Sauces in person. I've had other villains visit ethereally, electronically, and audially.
Had very nice chats.
4. I live in New Jersey.
Those who need to know, know the truth. That is all.
5. I live in Deer Park, MI.
I don't know HOW that happened. lol I -did- live there once. If you can call it living. There were no deer; it was no walk in the park.
6. I'm Charlie Sheen.
Give me a break.
7. I live with my mother.
Actually, this one is 100% true.
Have your identities.
Play Mind Games.
Tonight! Around 11-ish, we'll begin.
Hmm? Talkshoe. There was once this nifty gadget/widget/embedded player/link thing on the right-hand side of this electric document. You can find the direct link to the show.
It's already happened, I see.
No. Literally.
I see.
Win fabulous prizes*!
Agent Wraith
p.s. I told you about The Dreaded Eye Poke. Seriously. I know why no one is paying attention.
And why I won't be privy to any more secrets.
*Prizes include: xenophobia, Destruction, truth, shame, victory, and respect
Greetings! I am Agent Wraith, you're not.
I say this both to identify myself and you, dear reader.
There are folks out there (both in and out of the internets, little droogs) who disguise who they are.
They use masks, metaphorically and literally, to conceal their true nature; their identities.
I've heard the gossip, ladies and gentlemen. I may seem like a small being (though, somehow FAT), but I have certain strengths and resources that get me into all sorts of mischief. One of them, I will reveal:
AT&T. This only goes so far, mind you. There has to be communication to eavesdrop on.
You are paying attention, aren't you? Don't take anything I say personal.
Hypothesis:
I have kept your 'faith' in me, dear reader, because-
1. I'm not a threat.
2. I keep secrets (yours and mine).
3. I don't want the alienation that would result from my 'betrayals'.
I have a 'secret' identity.
What's this 'secret'?
It's not so secret.
A handful of villains know who I am. IRL.
One, in particular, knows me VERY well.
I am glad for this. This villain is FEARED, even by me.
There is ONE hero (that I know of) who has seen my face.
One.
This is okay too. She has proven to me to be upstanding and ruthless.
Both good (evil) qualities for villains.
And we trust each other (to an extent).
Now, I know you're reading this and might be thinking, "AW, are you playing another Mind Game? How are we to believe anything you say?"
Well, you can't. Even if I wasn't painstakingly cryptic, you still couldn't trust me.
This is the internet.
I could be a 600 lb MotoCross enthusiast with a penchant for grease paint or a pasty patsy whose hair will never grow in because I keep pulling it out. What you have seen, you might not have seen. You get me?
Aside from that, there are people out there who have created for themselves all manner of identities for all manner of reasons. There is always going to be people who not only play 'both sides of the fence', but live on 'both sides of the fence'. It's part of life now. This is the game.
So, before I get any more long-winded, I want to break down some of the more amusing rumors I've heard lately. Gossip, it's always entertaining. If not nihilistic.
1. I am (insert hero name here).
This is utterly laughable. Now, were I a hero, this is how I would respond to throw off any suspicion. I am Agent Wraith. No one else.
2. I am Henchman 22.
This is a half-truth. I will admit I have loomed over shoulders, directed hands, even full-on possessed 22 while she was on Facebook. 22 says hello. We are two entities, mind you.
3. I am (insert villain name here).
Oh, do I wish. Now, were I another villain, this is how I would respond to throw off any suspicion. I am Agent Wraith. Baron Terror is the only other villain who visits Los Sauces in person. I've had other villains visit ethereally, electronically, and audially.
Had very nice chats.
4. I live in New Jersey.
Those who need to know, know the truth. That is all.
5. I live in Deer Park, MI.
I don't know HOW that happened. lol I -did- live there once. If you can call it living. There were no deer; it was no walk in the park.
6. I'm Charlie Sheen.
Give me a break.
7. I live with my mother.
Actually, this one is 100% true.
Have your identities.
Play Mind Games.
Tonight! Around 11-ish, we'll begin.
Hmm? Talkshoe. There was once this nifty gadget/widget/embedded player/link thing on the right-hand side of this electric document. You can find the direct link to the show.
It's already happened, I see.
No. Literally.
I see.
Win fabulous prizes*!
Agent Wraith
p.s. I told you about The Dreaded Eye Poke. Seriously. I know why no one is paying attention.
And why I won't be privy to any more secrets.
*Prizes include: xenophobia, Destruction, truth, shame, victory, and respect
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Circles
If you choose to include me, fine. I understand that.
But my lack of information is not only for my lack of interest, but for your communication of said information.
No, I don't want a chair in the Bored Room Of Evil.
That would imply I was some sort of.. equal.
A great villain once said (although I'm probably paraphrase):
"It would never work."
Odd (re: irony) how some continue to try.
My circles are relatively quiet right now.
It honestly (feeling? bah) feeds my paranoia.
What AREN'T they saying?
Silence is golden.
Duct tape is silver.
Oblivion is forever.
But my lack of information is not only for my lack of interest, but for your communication of said information.
No, I don't want a chair in the Bored Room Of Evil.
That would imply I was some sort of.. equal.
A great villain once said (although I'm probably paraphrase):
"It would never work."
Odd (re: irony) how some continue to try.
My circles are relatively quiet right now.
It honestly (feeling? bah) feeds my paranoia.
What AREN'T they saying?
Silence is golden.
Duct tape is silver.
Oblivion is forever.
BRING BACK DOCTOR STEEL! (Video Auto Load*)
It just isn't the same without the smarmy jawing.
Or :(
Leave your comment below.
*One does not apologize for this; the supposed 'villain' is expected such theatrics**.
**sonofabitch
Dr Steel is a credit to Croatian metal.
It is a pity.
Dr Steel ≤ Doctor Steel
Or :(
Leave your comment below.
*One does not apologize for this; the supposed 'villain' is expected such theatrics**.
**sonofabitch
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Let's Begin
You have something to say?
Anything at all?
...
...
No?
Ask Agent Wraith
agentwraith@gmail.com
p.s. how about now?
Anything at all?
...
...
No?
Ask Agent Wraith
agentwraith@gmail.com
p.s. how about now?
SPOILER: No Reboot For You
Justitron v.s. Dr. Oid
or
A touching film about a robot superhero and his struggle against his nemesis.
It also shows how a superhero's presence is enough to endanger human lives and how those who support them are just as responsible it's circumstance. Note the 'null' button that renders our villainous lead docile.
But not quite.
Villainy, as a Meta-term, can mean many things.
As a lifestyle, it can be some of the most beautiful lighting, even if it is dripping with blood.
It is inherent in villainy to 'rise above'.
BE the BEst they can BE.
What is this talk of BE's?
Anyone remember this?
Agent Wraith
p.s. Putting the 'Agent' back into 'Agent Wraith'.
"Agent of What?"
exactly.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
AT&T
AT&T.
Remember when they 'reached out and touch(ed) someone'?
It's my turn.
I mean, I've been trying to do that all along.
Really.
But, I mustn't compose a list.
No.
That would lead to too many.. problems.
We are unaffiliated for a reason.
Correct?
I do unsavory things.
I've admitted to being a criminal (with no actual convictions, hence NOT A CONVICT).
I've threatened.
I've death threatened.
(And here's the twist, starting now)
If you are human... haven't you done these things? Have you done any of them?
Have you been accused (justly or otherwise) of a crime?
Been arrested?
Quick, before I forget: yes. next week (Friday night) is going on as scheduled.
Shine the bronze/gold, defog the gas mask, and stay comfortable in that lawn chair (How do you keep from getting pinched.. you know.. DOWN THERE??), the games are REALLY about to begin.
Although, villains don't make plans.
I'm sure you'd wink, but, i get it. NO EYELIDS.
I don't know how your feet are still functioning, but that shouldn't prevent you from sending me something, be it video or audial. Yes it is so a word. Communication has been lax between us and it's cool, but I can't pick your brain and vice versa if we never get a chance to actually talk.
Unless you really don't give a shit.
I'm cool with that too.
Okay! So you did everything first! Got it. Chronologically speaking, it's inevitable. I have gotten maybe 10 cents out of you. I'm not TRYING to get your attention. Your words are powerful though. And sometimes? One kitteh is worth a thousand.
I genuinely have no idea what to say to you (but still go on at length). You snipe (which I think is great), you chastise (which is even more awesome), and you are definitely more intelligent than I could ever hope to be (an easy feat, true; still AMAZING). Why do we never chat? I try to be as least annoying as possible with a villain (mostly because they could stab me at any point when the mood strikes), but that can't be it. I'm ALWAYS annoying.
Transition? Perhaps I'm just not impressing you? I've had it suggested that i shouldn't set out to do that. It is true that sometimes I jab just to get a reaction, but for you, I just like your style.
Is that wrong? No. Your villainy impresses me. That might not amount to much for you, but it means plenty to me.
Good gravy. Yours is a villainy unlike any other (speaks for so many villains, doesn't it?). You are a giant among us, capable of crushing each with but one step. How many times have we just bullshit for an hour? You pick me up, keep me grounded, and even reach out to help. HELP! I would think you would smite me so much as look at me, but you don't. Oh sure, there is SMITING going on, but not towards Los Sauces. You are a demon. You are a villain. You scare me, inspire me, and keep my morale high.
I await your return to blogging.
You fiend. You trickster. You ruffian.
You have been there almost from the beginning, not downing me, but not agreeing with me. Sometimes you do. Sometimes you don't. All well and good. I support villainy, you support villainy. We have the same tastes in many things. We even have a bit of the same experience. Hell, I think I might BE you.
Although, really, I think I actually know you. I believe we have met, before we contributed to ONLINE EVIL, and perhaps didn't get along. Who knows. I do believe that once the APOCALYPSE is in full swing i have a willing participant in SURVIVAL. Keep the heroes running in circles.
You, sir, are a certified LUNATIC. You are EVIL, you are VILE, you are a MEGA-META-MANIAC. Yours is a villainy to be FEARED. You are brilliant, both verbally and physically; an intellectual GIANT. I still think your legs must be mostly machine by now, VADAR. We have talked (at GREAT length) about a great many things. I sincerely VALUE that. Don't let my activities bring you under fire, don't let my words deter you from association. I can keep ANY secret and WILL. I may allude to many things, but I will never betray confidence. I will not GRIFT, unless you deem it so. It's always better with a willing participant anyways. Besides, I'd get crushed.
You... YOU... No, YOU... Any mention of my name from you gives me serious school-girl giggles and fan-boy excitement. Your villainy is incomparable. Your legend is great, your talent unsurpassed. Yours is a villainy that will never be forgotten. It sucks so bad that you suffer. We all do in some manner, but DAMN if it doesn't suck. I'm not going to feel sorry for you, you wouldn't want that. I will support you if it means giving up my couch, if it means giving up my SHOW, if it means giving up MY IDENTITY. Your villainy means THAT MUCH TO ME. When i found you, you were beyond needing my allegiance. You have plenty of henchmen (henchmen, minions, even SUPERVILLAINS are your enslaved masses) and although you could USE more, you don't NEED them. I would slaughter thousands for one ounce of cure. I know that my disdain for humans means that particular statement holds little weight. I feel for you man. You say the word and it's on.
What makes you think I haven't been working with you all along? I use satellites. Sure, I may not know the first thing about building a laser, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to push a button. I may not know WHICH button. Your reputation preceded you. Our first 'meeting' was with little success. Such is the life of a villain. I'm sure you've had your share of busted knuckles and chapped lip (photographic evidence proves it) and I applaud (no, ADMIRE) your service. You are casual, yet firm. You are cynical and verbose. You have plenty of talent, all of which I am sorely JEALOUS of. The next we meet, have your notes and prepare to STOMP ROYALLY. Maybe not me, maybe ME. Bring your 'A' game and have at it. You are feared, rightly so, and I want MOAR. A glutton for punishment, possibly. But you keep bringing the pain, I'll keep the floor open for you to dish it.
Oh, I hope you are NOT a 'flash in the pan'. It's so easy to HATE you.
That's a good thing.
And by good, I mean evil (note: I didn't steal this, I just perpetuate it. It's one of THE BEST sayings I've EVER HEARD. That might suggest to some that I haven't heard much and that.. ah.. shove it. It's THE BEST!). You do realize though, that the brightest flame burns quickest? That a shooting star, no matter how bright still burns out? Surely you must. Perhaps this is your game.
It matters not.
You are an interesting specimen. You appear physically sound, perhaps not completely mentally so. This is not matter. Some of the best of villainy are a little... bent.
I don't know much about you, this is true. Perhaps one night you will introduce yourself?
We shall see.
I will tell you this though: Rebuke whom you wish. No villain adheres to any 'doctrine'. And, for the most part, you have yet to see what 'roleplaying' is.
Long have you waited to be taken serious, haven't you? I would say we have similar tastes, but we know that's only skin deep. No, you don't take ME serious. Unfortunately, I take you more serious than you actually are. I'm sure you are quite capable of everything you threaten/promise, but I believe you fail to realize: I am as well.
In fact, I may be a bit more of a comedian, but I am not funny. I'm actually a bit depressing. Now, I'm not going to get into a pissing match with you (that's the DOMAIN OF HEROES), but I will go toe-to-toe with whatever you're trying to do. Just for shits and giggles. I guess we might have more in common than once thought. After all, we are just a couple of bad jokes away from being hypocrites. It's okay. I still support your villainy. I'm sure we'll get around to that cook-out one day.
I don't know much about you, but what i do know, scares me.
As it SHOULD.
We are similar in so many ways, yet there are some things you excel at that i cannot.
i applaud you for that.
You have your niche. You are no minion.
You are a villain.
You have shown your support and for that I am quite thankful.
I don't want you to ALIENATE yourself, I want you to BE all you WANT.
Stand alone or with your allies. With them, THEY are stronger. Without them, YOU ARE.
You are intelligent, fact. You are well-spoken, fact. Give them that which THEY believe in:
HELL.
I did save the best for last, but I have to mention one just before that.
You have to speak up, you HAVE to. No one is going to hear you if you don't.
If they can't hear you, they can't FEAR you.
You have an opinion, you have motivations, you have inspiration.. USE THEM.
You have the opportunity to excel, so DO IT.
Open the flood-gates and drown them in your spite.
Seal their so-called fate with your hatred.
Release the evil.
It's only going to be a matter of time before we are all LOST IN THE SEA OF VILLAINY, so get to work.
You have two choices, BEcome the villain you choose to BE, or fade.
Don't shine bright, but shine fiercely. Whatever you shed light on, make it purposeful.
Before I continue, I want to cover most of my bases with a rough address. To the OTHER villains out there.
I hope i didn't miss anyone. lol
Your precious FaceBook will falter soon. It has been under the microscope since its inception. Cross hairs are drawn..
very soon..
I digress.
DON'T SAY BOMB ON FACEBOOK.
lulz
If you are an unseen villain who has found yourself in an existential quandry full of self-loathing and doubt, just take solace that somewhere out there in this crazy, mixed up, fucked up world, there's a little place called..
LOS SAUCES.
And we're looking for a few good henchmen.
Or minions.
Hell, I'm ready to bring in the BIG GUNS and get me a few villains in the mix.
Baron Terror leaves a lot to be desired.
Seriously, no one has seen that MOVIE?!?
Don't think because you're last on this list-not-list that you are least important. Oh no.
I have said:
"Without --- there would be no Agent Wraith."
"I couldn't do this without ---."
All true.
When you are down, I am down.
When you are up, I am up.
It takes alot to keep up with me, it takes alot to keep up with you.
You are not just an asset, you are a necessity.
My ONE TRUE WEAKNESS.
My ONE TRUE STRENGTH.
Yours is a villainy unseen.
I will never forget.
Let's do this.
Agent Wraith
p.s.
UP NEXT: THE HARROWING! Feel like Agent Wraith's not making any sense? Good news! You're absolutely right! Bad news! It's just going to get all kinds of WORSE! It's time to ante up, ladies and gentlemen! Tough questions? We've got em! Easy questions? What the FUCK are those? You heard it here.. THERE WILL BE NO QUARTER! Agent Wraith is broke.
Remember when they 'reached out and touch(ed) someone'?
It's my turn.
I mean, I've been trying to do that all along.
Really.
But, I mustn't compose a list.
No.
That would lead to too many.. problems.
We are unaffiliated for a reason.
Correct?
I do unsavory things.
I've admitted to being a criminal (with no actual convictions, hence NOT A CONVICT).
I've threatened.
I've death threatened.
(And here's the twist, starting now)
If you are human... haven't you done these things? Have you done any of them?
Have you been accused (justly or otherwise) of a crime?
Been arrested?
Quick, before I forget: yes. next week (Friday night) is going on as scheduled.
Shine the bronze/gold, defog the gas mask, and stay comfortable in that lawn chair (How do you keep from getting pinched.. you know.. DOWN THERE??), the games are REALLY about to begin.
Although, villains don't make plans.
I'm sure you'd wink, but, i get it. NO EYELIDS.
I don't know how your feet are still functioning, but that shouldn't prevent you from sending me something, be it video or audial. Yes it is so a word. Communication has been lax between us and it's cool, but I can't pick your brain and vice versa if we never get a chance to actually talk.
Unless you really don't give a shit.
I'm cool with that too.
Okay! So you did everything first! Got it. Chronologically speaking, it's inevitable. I have gotten maybe 10 cents out of you. I'm not TRYING to get your attention. Your words are powerful though. And sometimes? One kitteh is worth a thousand.
I genuinely have no idea what to say to you (but still go on at length). You snipe (which I think is great), you chastise (which is even more awesome), and you are definitely more intelligent than I could ever hope to be (an easy feat, true; still AMAZING). Why do we never chat? I try to be as least annoying as possible with a villain (mostly because they could stab me at any point when the mood strikes), but that can't be it. I'm ALWAYS annoying.
Transition? Perhaps I'm just not impressing you? I've had it suggested that i shouldn't set out to do that. It is true that sometimes I jab just to get a reaction, but for you, I just like your style.
Is that wrong? No. Your villainy impresses me. That might not amount to much for you, but it means plenty to me.
Good gravy. Yours is a villainy unlike any other (speaks for so many villains, doesn't it?). You are a giant among us, capable of crushing each with but one step. How many times have we just bullshit for an hour? You pick me up, keep me grounded, and even reach out to help. HELP! I would think you would smite me so much as look at me, but you don't. Oh sure, there is SMITING going on, but not towards Los Sauces. You are a demon. You are a villain. You scare me, inspire me, and keep my morale high.
I await your return to blogging.
You fiend. You trickster. You ruffian.
You have been there almost from the beginning, not downing me, but not agreeing with me. Sometimes you do. Sometimes you don't. All well and good. I support villainy, you support villainy. We have the same tastes in many things. We even have a bit of the same experience. Hell, I think I might BE you.
Although, really, I think I actually know you. I believe we have met, before we contributed to ONLINE EVIL, and perhaps didn't get along. Who knows. I do believe that once the APOCALYPSE is in full swing i have a willing participant in SURVIVAL. Keep the heroes running in circles.
You, sir, are a certified LUNATIC. You are EVIL, you are VILE, you are a MEGA-META-MANIAC. Yours is a villainy to be FEARED. You are brilliant, both verbally and physically; an intellectual GIANT. I still think your legs must be mostly machine by now, VADAR. We have talked (at GREAT length) about a great many things. I sincerely VALUE that. Don't let my activities bring you under fire, don't let my words deter you from association. I can keep ANY secret and WILL. I may allude to many things, but I will never betray confidence. I will not GRIFT, unless you deem it so. It's always better with a willing participant anyways. Besides, I'd get crushed.
You... YOU... No, YOU... Any mention of my name from you gives me serious school-girl giggles and fan-boy excitement. Your villainy is incomparable. Your legend is great, your talent unsurpassed. Yours is a villainy that will never be forgotten. It sucks so bad that you suffer. We all do in some manner, but DAMN if it doesn't suck. I'm not going to feel sorry for you, you wouldn't want that. I will support you if it means giving up my couch, if it means giving up my SHOW, if it means giving up MY IDENTITY. Your villainy means THAT MUCH TO ME. When i found you, you were beyond needing my allegiance. You have plenty of henchmen (henchmen, minions, even SUPERVILLAINS are your enslaved masses) and although you could USE more, you don't NEED them. I would slaughter thousands for one ounce of cure. I know that my disdain for humans means that particular statement holds little weight. I feel for you man. You say the word and it's on.
What makes you think I haven't been working with you all along? I use satellites. Sure, I may not know the first thing about building a laser, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to push a button. I may not know WHICH button. Your reputation preceded you. Our first 'meeting' was with little success. Such is the life of a villain. I'm sure you've had your share of busted knuckles and chapped lip (photographic evidence proves it) and I applaud (no, ADMIRE) your service. You are casual, yet firm. You are cynical and verbose. You have plenty of talent, all of which I am sorely JEALOUS of. The next we meet, have your notes and prepare to STOMP ROYALLY. Maybe not me, maybe ME. Bring your 'A' game and have at it. You are feared, rightly so, and I want MOAR. A glutton for punishment, possibly. But you keep bringing the pain, I'll keep the floor open for you to dish it.
Oh, I hope you are NOT a 'flash in the pan'. It's so easy to HATE you.
That's a good thing.
And by good, I mean evil (note: I didn't steal this, I just perpetuate it. It's one of THE BEST sayings I've EVER HEARD. That might suggest to some that I haven't heard much and that.. ah.. shove it. It's THE BEST!). You do realize though, that the brightest flame burns quickest? That a shooting star, no matter how bright still burns out? Surely you must. Perhaps this is your game.
It matters not.
You are an interesting specimen. You appear physically sound, perhaps not completely mentally so. This is not matter. Some of the best of villainy are a little... bent.
I don't know much about you, this is true. Perhaps one night you will introduce yourself?
We shall see.
I will tell you this though: Rebuke whom you wish. No villain adheres to any 'doctrine'. And, for the most part, you have yet to see what 'roleplaying' is.
Long have you waited to be taken serious, haven't you? I would say we have similar tastes, but we know that's only skin deep. No, you don't take ME serious. Unfortunately, I take you more serious than you actually are. I'm sure you are quite capable of everything you threaten/promise, but I believe you fail to realize: I am as well.
In fact, I may be a bit more of a comedian, but I am not funny. I'm actually a bit depressing. Now, I'm not going to get into a pissing match with you (that's the DOMAIN OF HEROES), but I will go toe-to-toe with whatever you're trying to do. Just for shits and giggles. I guess we might have more in common than once thought. After all, we are just a couple of bad jokes away from being hypocrites. It's okay. I still support your villainy. I'm sure we'll get around to that cook-out one day.
I don't know much about you, but what i do know, scares me.
As it SHOULD.
We are similar in so many ways, yet there are some things you excel at that i cannot.
i applaud you for that.
You have your niche. You are no minion.
You are a villain.
You have shown your support and for that I am quite thankful.
I don't want you to ALIENATE yourself, I want you to BE all you WANT.
Stand alone or with your allies. With them, THEY are stronger. Without them, YOU ARE.
You are intelligent, fact. You are well-spoken, fact. Give them that which THEY believe in:
HELL.
I did save the best for last, but I have to mention one just before that.
You have to speak up, you HAVE to. No one is going to hear you if you don't.
If they can't hear you, they can't FEAR you.
You have an opinion, you have motivations, you have inspiration.. USE THEM.
You have the opportunity to excel, so DO IT.
Open the flood-gates and drown them in your spite.
Seal their so-called fate with your hatred.
Release the evil.
It's only going to be a matter of time before we are all LOST IN THE SEA OF VILLAINY, so get to work.
You have two choices, BEcome the villain you choose to BE, or fade.
Don't shine bright, but shine fiercely. Whatever you shed light on, make it purposeful.
Before I continue, I want to cover most of my bases with a rough address. To the OTHER villains out there.
I hope i didn't miss anyone. lol
Your precious FaceBook will falter soon. It has been under the microscope since its inception. Cross hairs are drawn..
very soon..
I digress.
DON'T SAY BOMB ON FACEBOOK.
lulz
If you are an unseen villain who has found yourself in an existential quandry full of self-loathing and doubt, just take solace that somewhere out there in this crazy, mixed up, fucked up world, there's a little place called..
LOS SAUCES.
And we're looking for a few good henchmen.
Or minions.
Hell, I'm ready to bring in the BIG GUNS and get me a few villains in the mix.
Baron Terror leaves a lot to be desired.
Seriously, no one has seen that MOVIE?!?
Don't think because you're last on this list-not-list that you are least important. Oh no.
I have said:
"Without --- there would be no Agent Wraith."
"I couldn't do this without ---."
All true.
When you are down, I am down.
When you are up, I am up.
It takes alot to keep up with me, it takes alot to keep up with you.
You are not just an asset, you are a necessity.
My ONE TRUE WEAKNESS.
My ONE TRUE STRENGTH.
Yours is a villainy unseen.
I will never forget.
Let's do this.
Agent Wraith
p.s.
UP NEXT: THE HARROWING! Feel like Agent Wraith's not making any sense? Good news! You're absolutely right! Bad news! It's just going to get all kinds of WORSE! It's time to ante up, ladies and gentlemen! Tough questions? We've got em! Easy questions? What the FUCK are those? You heard it here.. THERE WILL BE NO QUARTER! Agent Wraith is broke.
Friday, July 15, 2011
talkshoe
Yeah.
Tonight is not happening.
Maybe tomorrow.
The only reason why I'm bothering to post this is because there just might be a few out there who shifted their schedules to tune in. I know some only catch me by rerun. I won't disappoint you again.
You know who you are.
Feel free to email me with HATE!
agentwraith@gmail.com
Tonight is not happening.
Maybe tomorrow.
The only reason why I'm bothering to post this is because there just might be a few out there who shifted their schedules to tune in. I know some only catch me by rerun. I won't disappoint you again.
You know who you are.
Feel free to email me with HATE!
agentwraith@gmail.com
More Games, More Problems
BlogTalk has a time limit.
It sucks.
Ustream has connectivity issues.
It conflicts with TalkShoe and it's chat NEVER works right.
TalkShoe works for now.
Every Friday night around 11 PM EST we'll go live.
I might get around to recording something and posting it in between.
Either on YouTube or TalkShoe.
I don't want to step on toes or anything.
I might get lumped in with pretenders to the throne.
I know who the King is.
And he can do anything.
Back on track here (for a moment), tonight's show will touch on INJUSTICE.
And no, not the low hanging fruit variety.
No, tonight it will be about INJUSTICE.
Do you know someone who has been screwed with?
Do you know someone who has been manipulated?
Do you know someone who has been royally pwned?
is that someone you?
Tonight is all about the weak.
The downtrodden, the stepped upon, the abused and misused.
I know you are out there.
Call in.
Tonight is your opportunity to step into MY arena and at the very least tell some evil folks your story.
The meek shall inherit the earth?
Let them have the husk they refused to prevent.
Tonight is INJUSTICE.
On another note,
I
am
not
amused.
It sucks.
Ustream has connectivity issues.
It conflicts with TalkShoe and it's chat NEVER works right.
TalkShoe works for now.
Every Friday night around 11 PM EST we'll go live.
I might get around to recording something and posting it in between.
Either on YouTube or TalkShoe.
I don't want to step on toes or anything.
I might get lumped in with pretenders to the throne.
I know who the King is.
And he can do anything.
Back on track here (for a moment), tonight's show will touch on INJUSTICE.
And no, not the low hanging fruit variety.
No, tonight it will be about INJUSTICE.
Do you know someone who has been screwed with?
Do you know someone who has been manipulated?
Do you know someone who has been royally pwned?
is that someone you?
Tonight is all about the weak.
The downtrodden, the stepped upon, the abused and misused.
I know you are out there.
Call in.
Tonight is your opportunity to step into MY arena and at the very least tell some evil folks your story.
The meek shall inherit the earth?
Let them have the husk they refused to prevent.
Tonight is INJUSTICE.
On another note,
I
am
not
amused.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
tenuous
Lately there have been discussions about reality.
About the power of reality, what it is, how it is interacted with, and other such nonsonse. Yes, I spelled it that way on purpose.
Without getting into a lengthy discussion (because we could go round for round ALL DAMN WEEK) there were a few key things brought up that I wouldn't mind touching on. We'll save the super-geek blabber for a later time. I have Oblivion to dive in to. No time.
We've heard it plenty, haven't we ROBOTS?
That reality is what we make of it.
Or is that fate?
Whatever.
We've heard that we create the reality we live in (let's not get into defining life right now. working on it.), that we allow certain things to persist.
For the most part, this is true.
However, I didn't create some awful conflict in the Middle East that takes valuable Henchmen, Minions, and trusted villainous associates from better paying, slightly less dangerous, and only minimally traumatizing work. I did not create it.
But, I might be able to change it if I work hard enough to do so.
The power to shape reality.
We all have it (that might be a scarier thought than I was willing to think).
I am in no way condemning those who serve. They are in a difficult position. Forced to be morally steadfast while carrying out orders that might not be so morally wholesome. I'm sure this is the exception, not the rule.
I cannot wholly lump all of service-persons together in this manner. Each has their own reason for joining, serving, continuing to serve, etc.
And top it all off, they're human..
So what do YOU think I think of THEM?
lol
To all public servants, State-Province-National-Or Otherwise, I applaud you.
You keep us safe and in fear.
You keep us free and enslaved.
You keep us alive and kill us.
One day soon, we'll have to choose.
And so will you.
Governments should not be feared by its people...
..governments should fear it's people.
i'm almost finished
there is one last task
and
then
the
game
is
Monday, July 11, 2011
All right.
We all know things are changing.
We all know it's inevitable.
I want to get a few things off my corpus first.
1. Little Owl ain't so little.
You thought you could pull one over on me and I proved you wrong, right? You thought you could lie to me, get away with it, and I set you straight on that, right? We exchanged information.
You saw my face.
So, now you're giving me crap, because you are afraid of what I might do?
Firewatch.
2. I'm not talking about you. Secret Cabals are secreting secrets secretly right now because I have loosed their secrets! I'm 100% comfortable with that, because their secrets are not theirs to keep. Obviously.
I don't give names to the Evil Fraternity for a purpose.
You can hear the Mind Games every Friday night @ talkshoe around 11
ish
Include yourself with me at your leisure or caution, apparently. Be aware that I allude like a bastard.
I'm not saying the secret, you see, just saying there is a secret and that it is secreted among secrety secreters.
Does this make any sense? That's no secret.
3. No.
4. I'm an agent of chaos. I am an agent of Earth. I am Agent Wraith. You're not.
I'd like to keep it that way. Maybe. I really don't know. I won't ask your permission so there might be toes stepped upon. Enh. I could say I don't care, have it be true. I could say I don't care, and not.
I've been cordial so far haven't I?
5. I'm not crazy. Yet.
Yes. It is a puzzle. It's not a puzzle. Truth. Facts. Fiction. Legends.
Can you exactly define reality?
can you?
and
now
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Secret Meetings
(Yes.)
The night has been generous to me;
success
in one's goals.
Green with envy equals one ate too much.
Bit off more than you could chew.
Eventually, things catch up.
You don't want to know how deep the rabbit hole goes.
There is no one.
There is no ONE.
No skein to cut, no Furies (save the REAL ones, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE lol).
No Sarah Conner.
You cannot trust a robot because it doesn't understand trust is an invalid argument.
Not understanding the importance of following through on your word because robots have little need for such 'human luxuries' and would just soon take an oil bath than deal with rusty buckets of scrap like R5-T800s.
Your shit is busted.
Every bit and every morsel, until it's stretching out your torso. More so, your scrambling foursome has turned towards you. It's grim to think the joke, it seems, only seems to be about me. This must mean I'm wanted unseen, thought it was just me; it could not be.
Tired.
Will to Sleep.
Agent Wraith
p.s. I don't appreciate surprises. I shot three Henchmen last month when the copier needed more toner. Could you imagine a surprise party? It's been noted. Owls do not fly alone.
The night has been generous to me;
success
in one's goals.
Green with envy equals one ate too much.
Bit off more than you could chew.
Eventually, things catch up.
You don't want to know how deep the rabbit hole goes.
There is no one.
There is no ONE.
No skein to cut, no Furies (save the REAL ones, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE lol).
No Sarah Conner.
You cannot trust a robot because it doesn't understand trust is an invalid argument.
Not understanding the importance of following through on your word because robots have little need for such 'human luxuries' and would just soon take an oil bath than deal with rusty buckets of scrap like R5-T800s.
Your shit is busted.
Every bit and every morsel, until it's stretching out your torso. More so, your scrambling foursome has turned towards you. It's grim to think the joke, it seems, only seems to be about me. This must mean I'm wanted unseen, thought it was just me; it could not be.
Tired.
Will to Sleep.
Agent Wraith
p.s. I don't appreciate surprises. I shot three Henchmen last month when the copier needed more toner. Could you imagine a surprise party? It's been noted. Owls do not fly alone.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
almost time
Things are not looking good.
They (indeed) are looking absolutely
evil
If anyone has been paying attention, you will have noticed a definitive turn..
perhaps, for the worst. I'm not as may places as I used to be and the little that I get around to has me sleeping on my feet.
Or floating.
whatever.
You obviously DON'T GET IT.
Someone once said something along the lines (bah! I HATE BEING CRYPTIC, more on this later) that some of us in 'villainy' are just representing a 'viewpoint', that it's some sort of 'artistic impression'. Of course it's a view point. Duh. 'Artistic'? I could run off a dozen names right now (all VILLAINOUS) of artists and their chosen craft. Of course it's artistic. Villains would suffer nothing less.
Now, I say this with the implication that all villains are of one breed; the elite, the high score board. But they are not (I disagree with 'All Men Are Created Equal'; not the equal rights interpretation, just the 'equal' part. If you are born without sight, or eyes, you are NOT equal. You might be able to make up for it.. but, no, not equal. You should get this. I won't waste any more of your time. Not.) equal. Villains (in current circles) are a fractious and flaky lot. They have underhanded dealings with underlings, under table passes to their subordinates, back room meetings, secreted Town Halls, clandestine conferences, etc. Villains rarely trust, rarely befriend, and even rarer is love.
Not because villains don't have that response (some do), mostly trust issues. Can't let anyone in.
Keep in mind I said 'Villains Are Not Equal'.
As I speed down the abyss, flanked by rotten spectres of long forgotten loved-ones, I begin to realize the folly of it all. Maybe it's just catharsis talking. Does anyone else wonder if it's MORE than funding that's ceased space-flights? Is there something less sinister to think about? More sinister (APOPHIS)?
Is this the destiny we create?
Is this the reality I wanted to bring you?
It's almost time now.
Soon, there will come a reckoning.
The Harrowing.
Agent Wraith
p.s. If you haven't been paying attention, that's fine too. I'm not the kind of ghost that rubs it in your face, screaming 'I told you so!'.
Or am I?
They (indeed) are looking absolutely
evil
If anyone has been paying attention, you will have noticed a definitive turn..
perhaps, for the worst. I'm not as may places as I used to be and the little that I get around to has me sleeping on my feet.
Or floating.
whatever.
You obviously DON'T GET IT.
Someone once said something along the lines (bah! I HATE BEING CRYPTIC, more on this later) that some of us in 'villainy' are just representing a 'viewpoint', that it's some sort of 'artistic impression'. Of course it's a view point. Duh. 'Artistic'? I could run off a dozen names right now (all VILLAINOUS) of artists and their chosen craft. Of course it's artistic. Villains would suffer nothing less.
Now, I say this with the implication that all villains are of one breed; the elite, the high score board. But they are not (I disagree with 'All Men Are Created Equal'; not the equal rights interpretation, just the 'equal' part. If you are born without sight, or eyes, you are NOT equal. You might be able to make up for it.. but, no, not equal. You should get this. I won't waste any more of your time. Not.) equal. Villains (in current circles) are a fractious and flaky lot. They have underhanded dealings with underlings, under table passes to their subordinates, back room meetings, secreted Town Halls, clandestine conferences, etc. Villains rarely trust, rarely befriend, and even rarer is love.
Not because villains don't have that response (some do), mostly trust issues. Can't let anyone in.
Keep in mind I said 'Villains Are Not Equal'.
As I speed down the abyss, flanked by rotten spectres of long forgotten loved-ones, I begin to realize the folly of it all. Maybe it's just catharsis talking. Does anyone else wonder if it's MORE than funding that's ceased space-flights? Is there something less sinister to think about? More sinister (APOPHIS)?
Is this the destiny we create?
Is this the reality I wanted to bring you?
It's almost time now.
Soon, there will come a reckoning.
The Harrowing.
Agent Wraith
p.s. If you haven't been paying attention, that's fine too. I'm not the kind of ghost that rubs it in your face, screaming 'I told you so!'.
Or am I?
Monday, July 4, 2011
Tecumseh
Disclaimer: Welcome to Villain Dependence Day. There are some who would hold this day to be America's Independence Day, Villaindependence Day, or July 4th. These are all valid. However, however any individual wishes to celebrate a day of his/her existence is NOT challenged. Agent Wraith is not responsible for any disagreement, argument, fisticuffs, charity, challenge, competition, riot, or ACT OF GOD that results from this blog post.
The young boy grew up in tumultuous times.
All his life he would have heard quieted complaints, shouted curses, and praise for the 'American People'. The colonies had multiplied, immigration soared, land usage debates, and more were topics around fires. Councils were held.
And more? Glad you asked.
Keeping the whites out of the living land, lest they strangle it and render it useless. Pushing back the encroachment of America. Staying away from fire water. Tribal unity.
The American Revolution was brewing.
His father died trying to keep Virginians out of Ohio. (Perpetrator: Lord Dunmore)
He grew up in the tribes. The social unity of survival. He became a passionate man.
Passionate to save his people from annihilation.
Subjugation.
Slavery.
The very opposite of freedom.
Tecumseh would eventually die trying to push the Americans away. He worked so hard (passion) to bring tribespeople together. Treaties, compromise, common sense.
And truth.
Truth of what the 'American People' were up to (oh no, not ACCUSATIONS!). The extinction of his people.
There was something about prophecies in there as well, a 'plague' among white people that would render their number useless.. whatever. Tecumseh is dead.
His people are finished.
So, America.
Celebrate your independence.
Drink, drive, waste money on dangerous (possible property damage and/or death) gunpowder 'toys' and celebrate.
Special Thanks for this week of 'warzone atmosphere', to remind us all about the places that are in war, and the men, women, and/or children who fight. Humans who give their lives willingly and/or unwillingly for 'freedom'. The irony is sadistic.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. you r not funny
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Nihil Expressway
Storms.
Endless storms.
The heat subsides, cool mist rolls in.
National Harrowing Circumstance.
or Nonsonse Horoscopical Cinnifreud.
Endless storms.
The heat subsides, cool mist rolls in.
National Harrowing Circumstance.
or Nonsonse Horoscopical Cinnifreud.
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