Dolly and Gaby were wheeling their wheelbarrow through the cornfields and collecting corn cobs. Later they would sell them to the villagers on the farm. An easy way to make money. None of the villagers liked to go to the cornfields because it was a cruising area for the “naughty”. Everyone who didn’t fit in with everyday life met here.
Dolly: I think I saw someone between the leaves!?
Gaby: that’s that weird assistant of Lord Marco, he hunts strangers
Dolly: are we strange too?
Gaby: to him yes, but not to us
Dolly: look there he goes! grab him!
They grabbed the assistant and pushed him to the ground, Dolly put her knee on him and Gaby came running with a few freshly picked corn cobs
A scream followed and was audible all the way to the villagers.
Further into the village Carlos and Miranda were walking with their pram and little Amanda who was now a week old was amazed. The colourful and fragrant flora and fauna had a great effect on the baby. Carlos brought them to the pond and saw the opportunity to visit Lord Herby..
Lord Herby: I have new crops for you..
Carlos: I actually came for something else
Lord Herby: what then?
Carlos: milk, I understood from Loco Mario that I had to come to you for this
Lord Herby: listen Carlos, one has already died because of me because he was caught and then crucified after first being tortured by the creation of Lord Marco
Carlos: but I have a plan
Lord Herby: at your own risk, because I will not guarantee you if something goes wrong.
Carlos: don’t stress, I know what I’m going to do
With three jerry cans on either side Carlos walked back to Miranda and the baby and they went to their lodge.
Miranda: ok, we have enough milk now, what’s the plan?
Carlos: we’re going to infect the whole village and lure the ghosts out of their tents, causing chaos and then Lord Marco gets stressed
Miranda: and then we can escape?
Carlos: sort of, but we need a few extra hands.
Miranda: maybe we can gather a few allies from the cornfield. There are some crazy people there I understand.
Carlos: they’re not crazy, they’reβ¦different..
The next morning
In his laboratory Lord Marco was busy defining his creation but he didn’t see Timothy anywhere. A little later he came in, badly bruised and with bruises.
Lord Marco: what happened to you?
Timothy: they molested me in the cornfield
Lord Marco: who?
Timothy: two girls they stuck corn in me
Lord Marco: oh my, and you couldn’t do anything back?
Timothy: there were two of them
Lord Marco (snapping his fingers): I don’t need you either!!
From all sides the other assistants came out and grabbed Timothy and pushed him into the oven..while Timothy was being roasted alive and was screaming in pain Lord Marco spoke up and addressed his assistants
Lord Marco: fellow gardeners! See here the weakness of this idiot. We will put him on the menu later and feed him to the people.
The gardeners formed took the burnt corpse out of the oven and cut him into pieces. The peanut sambal was also made and the atjar had already been taken out of the fridge. The smell of home-made kroepoek mingled with the charred corpse of Timothy. Everything was neatly draped on a plate. Special satay with a deadly hot touch!. And then loaded onto a cart towards the Grand Lodge. Lord Marco had also advised vegetables and he beamed with pleasure..
Lord Marco: dust to dust, ashes to ashes..
In the meantime, Dolly and Gaby had finished selling their corn cobs and went for the next catch. With their pink wheelbarrow they penetrated deep into the tangle of the almost endless rows of corn. Further on they saw someone sleeping on the ground.
Dolly: hey look that’s crazy Daisy
Gaby: Heyyy Daisy!!
The girl woke up and then put on her clothes. Crazy Daisy always slept naked. And here she could do that luckily.
Crazy Daisy: hey gurls! Any crazy experiences lately?
Crazy Daisy: how are you going to do that. The gardeners are all-powerful here on the farm.
Dolly: but they’re old-fashioned!
Gaby: they’re against nudity!
Dolly: they’re against gay!
Crazy Daisy: they’re against us!!
Dolly: they are too indoctrinated by bullshit!
Gaby: They need to repent! So we need to find a corrupt resident who’s going to help us.
Dolly: some kind of accomplice..
A rustling sounded between the leaves of the corn plants. Carlos was standing face to face with the three strange girls. Before anything else could happen he reassured the girls.
Carlos: calma..i’m on your sideβ¦
I secretly heard what you just said. Sorry about that but I want to offer myself as a collaboration. My wife and newborn daughter want to leave this area. So if you can help???
Carlos: Puta Madre! What!?!! But I have milk and we can exorcise the ghosts from our lodges. Then everyone will be safe again.
Crazy Daisy: but not about the troubles of Lord Marco and his assistants.
Carlos: the gardeners..
Gaby: Crazy things happen in the Grand Lodge. In the laboratory behind, people are prepared and made into recipes. Fed to our people during lunch during the meetings in the large reading room.
Crazy Daisy: and even exhibited during performances.
Dolly: that’s why we have to solve that as soon as possible.
The girls went with Carlos and met Miranda and the baby. The girls loved baby Amanda and promised to protect her for ever. In the Lodge their master plan took shape and form. It was brilliant..
The next morningβ¦
Dolly, Gaby and Crazy Daisy were out early. They had extra deliveries for the residents of the farm and brought them free corn cobs to the door. As a thank you for their loyalty. Carlos was also busy immediately after the daily briefing in the Grand Lodge. It was a clever plan and perfectly matched the girls’ plan.
Meanwhile, the gardeners gathered in the lab to hear what their chief had to say. The co-assistants were not alone. Lord Herby was there too.
Lord Marco: Dear gardeners, our friend Lord Herby has told me that there is a traitor in the village and that he wants to cause a commotion. Fortunately, we know who it is and it is up to you to fetch their wife and child..
While he was speaking, an assistant interrupted him to go to the toilet. His stomach was playing up. And.. then another assistant and then another! The toilet was occupied so some assistants ran outside to relieve themselves there..Some even puked and the fluids were literary coming out of everywhere of their bodies
Everywhere in the village there were sounds of flushing toilets. How strange thought Lord Marco. What is going on here. It seemed like an epidemic. The entire farm was literally shit!
As if that wasn’t enough, the sprinklers in the gardens suddenly turned on. And explosions took place.
It rained rubble and..milk. Lord Marco went outside and saw chaos taking place. He had lost control and didn’t know what he was seeing when beams of light from the ground escaped from the farm like ghosts. His territory had been contaminated with sheep’s milk!
Further on, Dolly, Gaby and Crazy Daisy reunited in Anome Sinned. Carlos also just came in.
Gaby: It worked! They ate the corn..
Dolly: it was baptized in sheep’s milk..
Crazy Daisy: …which caused everyone to have stomach problems afterwards..
Miranda: aha..and because of that the drains underground were contaminated with their feces and vomit and the ghosts went berserkβ¦
Carlos: and in the meantime I sabotaged the sprinklers in the gardens.
Crazy Daisy: I have a secret, I did something too
Dolly: what then?
Crazy Daisy: a note written for Lord Marco in my menstrual blood
Gaby: that’s my girl!
Miranda: well done girl!
Carlos: dear ladies now attention. What are we going to do now. What will be the next steps.
Gaby: we have to take over the farm now, the ghosts have been released so we can now win over a number of residents.
Carlos: not everyone can be trusted so first a lot of tests to check if they are reliable for a possible collaborationβ¦.
Miranda meanwhile stroked Amanda on her head and pondered along. From her window she saw a group of gardeners. They came closerβ¦.
Further away in the lab Lord Marco was reading the letter Crazy Daisy had written:
Dear leader, With my cunt blood I curse your fucking Lodge that we will soon take over. Your absurd behavior is sick to our stomachs. You are a dirty pedophile and a bastard who will be punished with death. We are on the hunt for you and you are going to die π
Then we will expose your corpse naked in the gardens until it decays. But also as a symbol of freedom. with sweet love, C D.
Lord Marco felt anxious and felt a strange feeling for the first time in his life. A feeling of irritating uncertainty and fear took possession of his body. Lord Marco was afraidβ¦
Let Us Make Mankind in Our Image, in Our Likenessβ
Genesis 1:26
December 1988 Anome Sinned
He stood in front of the window stretching with his firm erection. Until Miranda quickly removed him from the window frame…
Miranda: what…the…fuck..are you doing ? There are children walking outside the farm!!!
Carlos: sorry I didn’t see them…
Miranda: Fuck them anyway, …It doesn’t matter, honey, come here and hold me…
His naked body against Miranda. Firm grip. Carlos was ambitious to raise their future child. But Carlos and Miranda wanted a better place for their child and that should not be here at the Lodge. Certainly not with the horrible noises that were heard underground at night… Were these the spirits of the deceased on the farm? Or souls from long ago? It remained a mystery. There was no one who thought to shine the light when the spirits called. People remained hidden in the blissful darkness…
The only one who knew was Lord Marco, as a laboratory scientist he was the only one who dealt with the mystical arts and sciences. Together with his assistant Timothy, he sat in a tractor, lurking for lost souls from the city. Mostly they were foreigners who did not speak the language…
Lord Marco: look at these motherfuckers
Timothy: fucking disposables..
A screeching sound and the rotating tractor tires unceremoniously knocked over the three refugees. Timothy got out of the tractor and with his shovel he gave the final blow to one that was not yet completely dead. Then the tractor drove into the yard and parked in the garage of the lab. The bodies were carried away and prepared for preparation
The lab was optimally lit for his upcoming experiment. He had taken three bodies from the highways. Stripped naked, shaved and smeared with honey. And if there was a little too much honey, Timothy would lick away the excess honey. The genitals were also cut off from the male and female corpses and placed in strong water, again for their exhibition space at the back of the lab.
A special scene to see the naked corpses lying next to each other. He cut off a limb or part of each corpse and built a new one. Then the newly formed being would be blasted with the sayings from the Bible. Eventually the being would reveal itself as a Cherubim. Lord Marco had great plans to make his own creature from his own hands and given by the force of the light.
A cherubim was a supreme being as described in the Bible. But this was the purest idolatry to simulate creation in this way. Lord Marco knew he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to do. Not from moral issues and certainly not from the universe. Yet he did it. After all, the farm had its own rules and laws. And Lord Marco sees a guard who should not be human but heavenly and preferably according to his wishes. Lord Marco became God himself.
Outside the laboratory the population gathered pace. The residents gathered their daily crops from the gardens. And the children walked outside with their homemade oil lamps. A series of bright spots passed the lodges. When they arrived at the large lodge, where the reading room and meeting place was located, songs were sung. An immense cross was on display in the reading room.
In the garden, the flowers and plants stood proudly in the dim light of the decorations. This also includes the special tent where Lord Herby maintained the crops. Jose helped with cutting and packing. Lots of orders for special tea for the residents. Carlos of course took a bunch of tea leaves with him and thanked Jose. But before leaving Jose notified him about the special harvest. Carlos took the note serious.
On the way home he also stopped by the reading room in the Grand Lodge and watched the performances and singing of the people on the farm. In the middle of them sat the village idiot, this man was really crazy and had already been sentenced to nudity and isolation several times. He was also required to attend the exhibition in the museum behind the lab. This made him even crazier. Loco Mario was well known on the farm, but no one preferred to talk to him. He told secrets and things that the residents were not allowed to know. And then he spoke to Carlos..
Loco Mario: I discovered something!
Carlos: what then?
Loco Mario: they can’t stand it, sprinkle them when they wake up at night and the light will conquer.
Carlos: what?!
Loco Mario pushed a jerry can into Carlos’s hands. A jerry can filled with liquid, milky. When he left, Loco Mario pulled him closer and then said;
Loco Mario: I tasted it and drank it and they no longer come to my underground hahahaha
Carlos was amazed and went back to his lodge where his wife was knitting and enjoying the lights outside and especially the singing children with their oil lamps.
Miranda: What did you get?!
Carlos: I don’t know, but they’re leaving with this, said Loco Mario
Miranda: really??
Carlos: I don’t know, but we can try
When night fell and the farm slept, the sounds reappeared. This time many times worse than before. As if they knew that there was something that would give reason to their cries…Carlos took a jerry can, took off the cap and sprinkled the milky substance between the cracks in his floor…as if a fire was being put out, what was under there? ? two beams of light shot out and then flew away. And the sound disappeared…
Miranda: oh my god, this isn’t just any milk, this is sheep’s milk!
Carlos: they can’t stand it!
Miranda: shhh. Not so loud keep it quiet
Together they crawled back onto their straw bed and drifted away in silence into the night hours… The next morning the farm was shocked by a large pyre on which two people were burning, …alive. Carlos couldn’t recognize them, but the moaning and screaming matched exactly the ghosts of last night. He didn’t think much about it. The residents went over and stood in a circle singing songs. Some were cheering and celebrating the burning of the screaming bodies
When the bodies were smoldering, everyone went back to their daily activities. The farm was still lighted and the meeting had just taken place in the Grand Lodge.
There were rows of tables with delicious food and drinks. Vegetables, fruit, fish and cows and pork. Spaggethi, rice, potatoes Jerrycans with water and fruit juices. Homemade cookies and cakes. . And the gardeners told the population that a new year was coming and that brought with it the necessary festivities.
Further back in the Lab, the creature was being assembled. A homemade creation from loose human parts. An intact head without eyes was finally placed on the composite body parts. Dressed in their cloaks, Lord Marco and his associates cast a number of spells. It was necesarry to make sure that a certain beam of light would enter the creature’s body. The water from the big saucepan was boiling. Jose threw his hands in heaven. A beam of electricity and clouds of smoke flew through the lab. So much energy was released that the entire yard on the farm suffered.
The lights went out in the Grand Lodge, the sprinklers on the fruit and vegetable plants stopped. Lord Herby came running outside. Loco Mario was dancing crazy when he stood in front of the lab and saw the light escape. Inside the laboratory, the creation came to life…beams of light shot from its empty eye sockets and a montrous sound emerged from the mouth of the creature.With bloodshot eyes it looked at Lord Marco. The head gardener felt an immense connection with the creature, His own made creationβ¦He was proud.
The next morning there was no meeting in the briefing room. Those who had overslept or would arrive just too late were lucky. But daily life did go on as usualβ¦. Behind the large gardens with the flora and fauna was a large park with a small lake. It was a demarcated area with barbed wire and high fences. A breeding ground for mainly the children of the farm. A little girl with huge bunches of curls stood out to you amidst the normally playing children. The curly-haired girl played a little differently than the other children. Dolly was a child who did not age. at least that is how she was perceived on the farm. Nobody liked to play with Dolly. In fact, Dolly was sometimes very aggressive and had once bitten off the nose of another girl when she was thrown into the water. Since then, no one dared to fool around with Dolly. She had only one friend and that was Gaby. That’s because Gaby also had curlsβ¦
Dolly: they don’t even dare to look at me
Gaby: better …, fuck them
Dolly: hey I saw yesterday that the boss of the farm was busy hey in his little kitchenβ¦.
Gaby: no kitchen , laboratory
Dolly: but he uses pots and pans
Gaby: yes he does and also a lot of magic
Dolly: he can do magic, that’s why everyone is affraid of him.
Gaby: I heard he plays with lights, he’s good at that.
Dolly: yes he is, he can blow light into someone
Gaby: but he can also blow it out
Dolly: if only he could do something about the noises under our house.
Gaby: they say those are the ghosts of his experiments
Dolly: ghosts of the dead people?
Gaby: yes light remnantsβ¦.
.Dolly slumped down and laid her head on Gaby’s lap, who stroked her through her full head of hair. She gave her a kiss on her mouth. The ladies were thinking about something they wanted to do. A brilliant plan was forged in their little heads. Gaby whispered her plan into Dolly’s ear
Dolly: breaking and entering?
Gaby: yes , when they are at the briefing then no one is in the laboratory
Dolly: I went once ..secretly and saw the exhibit in the museum
Gaby: awesome, all pieces of bodies in jars and bottles
Dolly: yeah so fucking cool
Gaby: shall we go tomorrow then?
Dolly: yes that’s good, we will!
Meanwhile, Lord Marco was busy in the laboratory again. The creature that consisted of various human parts and smelled like honey was connected to a light system that provided powerβ¦.
Timothy: lord, your creature looks immensely diverse
Lord Marco: my creation is neither male nor female. therefore it can give birth to anyone.
Timothy: Then we can test it immediately with our deliquent we caught in the lab in the morning.
Lord Marco: What do you mean�
Timothy: Loco Mario was in our lab for at least an urr he has since confessed in the punishment room
Lord Marco: verhip! then he knows our secrets!
Timothy: he needs to be punished!
Lord Marco: bring him here!
While Loco Mario underwent his punishment, life continued stoically on the farm. At Carlos and Miranda’s lodge were cans of paint. The lettering of the nameplate got a new lick of paintβ¦Miranda was not very happy with both the color of the nameplate and the name of their lodgeβ¦But they had to make do with that
Miranda: watch out the letters are a little loose
Carlos: yes I know, but it is still attached.
Miranda: I am going to prepare dinner inside
Carlos: See you later!
Endive stew with delicious kale and bacon. Meanwhile they kept looking at the floorβ¦but the sounds stayed away.
Miranda: If we tell the others we can escape.
Carlos: Yes, but who can you trust here! We prefer to keep it to ourselves.
Miranda: How many people know about the milk here on the farm?
Carlos: Just us and Loco Mario.
Miranda: if he doesn’t tell on us, we’re fucked!
Carlos: he is crazy, nobody believes him
Meanwhile, evening arrived and Dolly and Gaby had finished playing in the park and were walking along the paths to their parents’ houses. They lived next door to each other so they could always run into each other. Gaby was startled and then pointed to the cornfield they were walking past. A new scarecrow. This one was still very fresh because you could smell it. Both girls wanted to take a closer look at it. The eyes of the scarecrow had been put out by the crows and boed was streaming out of the eye sockets. And he was naked and smelled of honey.
Dolly: What a big penis this scarecrow has.
Gaby: wow then he could enjoy sex quite a bit
Dolly: haha but not like us
Gaby:our sex is much better
Suddenly the scarecrow made a sound. He was still alive!
Dolly: what is he saying!
Gaby: he’s talking about milk or something, milk is the weapon
Dolly: milk? weapon? what is he talking about?
Gaby: let’s put him out of his misery
Dolly took a pocket knife out of dr pocket and without pardon cut off the scarecrow’s penis and then she stabbed the food scarecrow several times in his pubic area, The scarecrow bled out and blew his last breath. The reflection of his death was seen in the pupils of the curly-haired girls who became completely euphoricβ¦.
Gaby: yaaa die!!! stab even more!
Dolly made a hissing sound as she continued to molest the corpse, further away Carlos and Miranda looked out the window and were startled. But didn’t interfere. Loco Mario’s naked corpse in the cornfield was now stained red by the blood that had steamed out. Miranda let out a cry but held her hand in front of her mouth so as not to make a sound.
Carlos: shtt, don’t say anything , he was crazy anyway
Miranda: but why like this then?! So freaking evil!
Carlos: it’s no other wayand this way we have assurance that we can forge our plans for the escape
Miranda: for that we have to plan this really well Carlos, we can’t do it alone!
Carlos: I know honey, but again we can’t trust anyone here! you know that right!
Miranda: still there has to be a solution right?
Carlos: there will be, believe me, we will find the right one to work togetherβ¦I promise you that!
Exciting moments were ready to take place. Carlos and Miranda intended to leave the farm. But at the same time wanted to save the rest of the residents. With just the two of them, it would be difficult for them to escape. Especially with the regime of Lord Marco and the gardeners, this was going to be difficult. Then Carlos suddenly had an idea. Miranda could tell by the twinkle in his eye. But then that would be a risk. Miranda gave in and dared. Not only for her own sake, but also for the sake of the other residents and especially because she is pregnant and wants to give her child a better home. She had no other choice then doing an evil act. Carlos talked her to sleep and promised she would be fine. Miranda trusted and her mind calculated the plan they would perform the next dayβ¦.
Home is not just a certain place but a feeling That is valid for everyone and that’s what i am reveiling whether you live in a penthouse or in the jungle your own place becomes your own habitat to bungle At home you can be yourself, naked, barefoot, or in pyama’s on your couch watching tv shows about comedy or drama there are your own rules and laws, everything is yours strange you are not, diferent breaks the norms
You can mold it according to your wishes and forms waking up delightful, sleeping in your own cozy dorm drifting of in your personal space dome dreaming, flying, travelling a journey to yourself alone No worries, no boundaries,…. your own rules master of your own habitat and among stars and moons for one its a place, for another a fort but i rather fancy myself in a hut where i am Lord
Becoming adorable and dressing up in front of a mirror in your most flamboyant styles, transforming into hipster at home you can fantasize and freely create turning yourself inside out to be queer and not to hate I can be there without any person or with many and always feeling welcome in my own sanity whether you consist of testosterone or hormones gay, trans, queer all must feel comfy at their homes
Joy starts from your own house, you radiate that a smile for another it can be pleasant as that home is a safe surrounding to be eating, sleeping, living and simply to feel free Hosting parties, barbeque’s or familly affairs harmonious memories and moments to share opening portals from top to bottom for people from Mc Donald’s or Nasa ow yeah, absolutely…mi casa e su casa
Man has written guidelines for the society but at home you can adjust to your own personality in respect and in accordance with someone’s sexuality believe me, you will attract various nationalities Not everyone has got a place like home refugees, seekers or those who roam a given thing for those living in spheres of intimacy in stark contrast for the homeless in pain and misery
Everybody has the right to housing and privacy maison,heimat or home are more then words you see experience it from any possible view gives things to think about to rescue Just share the feeling of comfort and coziness be the best homemaker and spread your happiness make your homeplace a true faculty take good care of it and block catastrophy
What really gives matter to your own place? think about it and tell your thoughts in full grace it becomes tangible, your vibe approachable people will feel at ease in your home fully understandable Be the person with empathy feel conscious and gain sympathy just let the spirit flow from the source be a heaven on earth and manifest your adoration for home like a second birth
Sometimes i wish i could dissapear, because i am queer together with variations of gender identities and sexual orientations as a pioneer i feel home overhere being part of amazing sensations A long time before it brought me frustatrations battling the enemies of my own creations i was always different...but never to myself in this nation
to myself i wanted to be honest, pure and real and so i wrote myself letters and stories to feel I gave myself no reasons to make the best of all seasons new years's eve, christmas or halloween i just felt pretty to play a tomgirl or dragqueen
meanwhile brainwash methods, repair tactics were desperatly practiced by conversion-therapy fanatics smashed by insults, profanities and misplaced opinions i became very isolated in weird conditions
from head to toe labeled, categorized, given names lost in darkness, the free spirit thrown in flames thou shall not wear the garments of females was being told when i colored my nails
losing yourself in thoughts of terror while sickened by those same malfunctional thoughts fear dissappears as you become yourself evil horror i just rejected the stigma's and the lines and dots
realisation became to powerful to understand and i sensed a deliberating feeling in my hand a glowing radiation, a tremendous force in my soul it gave me peace in my mind and mutual acceptance of the whole i never did like gender, because i love persons whether you are religious or from the freemasons
provocative thoughts, mentioned crazy and sick but so strange, because you have support from the mystic and public after a while it is quite easy to detect the toxic it will boost your inclusivity, and not the tragic
you just realize that you have mastered to become your own boss your body, your life, you are in charge of your own profit and loss this wicked sensitive body contains a non judgemental sexy hotty
to be able to be strange, odd and remarkable is apparently seen as a heroic act and declared incredible but it is possible to define unstoppable thinking out-of-the-box, being sceptical it brings minds together in territories of musical
already flavoured by so many colors with vibrant sights delicious urges leading to my inner lights i embraced my inner lovers of my discovery and it feels good to express myself in all diversity an unique creative thought for the same frequency it tells nothing more to hide in secrecy
former tensions channeled into reflection for them to question maybe it is possession but the progression ultimately reveals the real face of your expression
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