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Sexe : Male
Statut : Célibataire
Age : 18
Zodiaque: Cancer

Ville : Unfortunately Lynn
Région : Massachusetts
Pays: US
Date d’inscription :: 20/12/2005

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lundi, avril 30, 2007 
All Hail Droo..:NAMESPACE PREFIX = AIM /><..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:43:33 PM): i read the pet sematary book first too, but it was still really good
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:43:43 PM): yeah
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:43:52 PM): when gage is like killing people...
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:44:12 PM): lol
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:44:15 PM): mad creepy little niggah
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:44:22 PM): yeah deff
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:51:23 PM): i never shoulda saved him from that truck
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:51:32 PM): damn my superheroish nature
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:51:53 PM): Yes you shoulda!
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:51:57 PM): Cause if you didn't
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:51:59 PM): he'd have died
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:07 PM): and then his dad would've brought him back
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:11 PM): and he woulda been evil
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:14 PM): but if you saved him
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:19 PM): i did save him though
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:20 PM): then he woulda still just been a cute little kid
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:25 PM): and then he got eaten by a dog
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:28 PM): oooh
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:30 PM): fuck
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:52 PM): yeah
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:52:59 PM): so i shoulda let him get hit by the truck
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:53:13 PM): that way he'd have died more dignified and less painful
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:53:50 PM): Yeah thats mahd true
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:54:00 PM): So I guess we should get an evil villian to kill the dad
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:54:07 PM): that way he can't bring Gage back to life
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:54:21 PM): but i can't allow people to kill people
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:54:21 PM): that way Gage won't be an evil little thing that makes me piss my pants when he murders mahd shits
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:54:40 PM): but you'll be unconcious because the villian will find your weakness
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:54:47 PM): and when the villian kills the dad
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:54:52 PM): you will wake up and kill the villian
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:55:08 PM): and that way the villians gone, and no evil Gage
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:55:10 PM): but i have no weakness 8(
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:55:11 PM): SHIT
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:55:14 PM): SHIT!
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:55:20 PM): we gutta find a way around this
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:55:39 PM): I think by killing Gage's dad, he'd be a hero
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:55:46 PM): Because Gage's dad is techinically a villian
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:56:02 PM): because he brings Gage back to life, which enables Gage to murder mahd shits
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:56:12 PM): yeah but unless people know how to tell the future, they're not gonna believe the villan
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:56:39 PM): Well then we need to get one of your superhero friends who can see the future to help us
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:57:18 PM): They'll come and be like "OMGZORZ! Gage is gunna die and then Gage's dad will bring him back to life but Gage will be an evil zombie and murder everything he sees!!! KILL HIS DAD NOW OR ELSE WE'LL ALL DIE OH NOZ!"
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:57:37 PM): And everyone will be like "Yo, he's a superhero we best listen to him"
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:57:54 PM): def
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:57:55 PM): that works
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:57:57 PM): BUT
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:58:03 PM): i dont have superhero friends 8(
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:58:33 PM): You'll make some though because you're a superhero and you can send out superhero in distress waves which will make other superheros come
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:58:46 PM): DEF
All Hail Droo<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:58:53 PM): that's one way to make friends, lolz
YO its midge kid<..timestamp style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-SIZE: 11px"> (9:58:59 PM): lolz
mardi, avril 17, 2007 
Civil War:

During a televised raid of a house containing select villains that had recently escaped from the super villain facility at Ryker's Island prison during a massive breakout, the escaped villain Nitro let off a massive explosion that killed the majority of the New Warriors, as well as the children at a nearby elementary school. In the wake of the tragedy, the U.S. Government proposed the Superhuman Registration Act, intending to register all super-powered beings as living weapons of mass destruction and requiring all costumed heroes to unmask themselves before the government and subject themselves to federally mandated standards.

This event triggered negative public opinion against the super-heroes, resulting in the assault of Human Torch (Johnny Storm) by a mob and the request by S.H.I.E.L.D. for Captain America to become part of the enforcement of super heroes to register. When Cap refused, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Maria Hill ordered S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Anti-Superhuman Response Unit to tranquilize him, but Rogers escaped and went underground.

When the super-heroes met to discuss the best course of action, Uatu the Watcher appeared. As Watchers only appear to monitor key events throughout history, it was noted that his presence did not bode well for the heroes.

In a secret meeting with the President, Iron Man suggested that the President proceed and push the registration act while he, Mr. Fantastic, and Yellowjacket vowed to bring Captain America to the ground.

The Superhero Registration Act became law. Some of the first unregistered heroes to be captured were the Young Avengers. Captain America and the Falcon were undercover, and with the help of Wiccan were able to rescue the Young Avengers and rendezvous to their base. The Young Avengers were recruited into the Resistance.

At a press conference in Washington D.C., Iron Man gave a speech introducing Spider-Man to the podium. Spider-Man then talked about how over the past years, he had kept his identity a secret, then talked about the registration act and how it gives superheroes a choice: to continue the trend Captain America advocates and have people with powers completely unchecked, or that superheroes can go legitimate and earn back a little public interest. To demonstrate his support of the Act, Spider-Man unmasked himself and revealed to the world that he was Peter Parker.

Iron Man traveled to the X-Men Mansion, asking Emma Frost if the X-Men would sign the registration act and join his side. Miss Frost explained to Stark that the X-Men would not sign the registration act because they viewed hunting down other heroes would violate everything they stood for explaining that they know what it's like to fight the good fight while being persecuted. Frost said that as long as the pro-registration side left the X-Men alone, they would not join Captain America's resistance. While Stark left the mansion, he was approached by Bishop, who asked for a word with Iron Man.

As Captain America, Hercules, Daredevil, and Goliath were discussing their new secret identities, they received news of a petrochemical plant fire with three or four hundred workers trapped inside. Uniting the Secret Avengers, they headed to the plant only for to discover that it was a trap set by Iron Man. Iron Man gave Captain America one last chance to register, offering a chance to explain things. Captain America answered by striking the first blow and disabling Iron Man's armor. A battle ensued, ending with Iron Man savagely beating Captain America, and the apparent return of the long-absent thunder god Thor lashing out against Captain America's Secret Avengers. As the Secret Avengers attempt to escape, Thor used his hammer to subdue them, blasting a hole through Goliath's chest when he was attacked. Thor continued his assault until the Invisible Women uses her powers to protect the Secret Avengers and allow them to escape. The Thor that had just killed Goliath was revealed to be a clone, who had been engineered to serve the government. His hammer was a mechanical weapon. His violent murder of Goliath was an unforeseen error in his programming.

The death of Goliath opened the eyes of many and put things in a different perspective, causing several members to leave both sides for the other. The Pro-Registration side ended up losing more members than anticipated, causing operations to be put in action faster than planned. Iron Man assembled a new group of Thunderbolts in order to hunt down the Secret Avengers, consisting of several very brutal villains.

Eventually, the resistance mounted an attack against the pro-registration's holding facility in the Negative Zone, releasing the prisoners. The fighting between many of Earth's heroes led to the middle of Times Square. At the climax of the battle, as Cap was about to deliver a finishing blow to Iron Man, he was tackled by several emergency workers. Realizing the damage the war was doing to the city and its civilian population, Captain America unmasked and surrendered. Before his arraignment, Cap was shot multiple times on the steps of a Federal Courthouse and killed.

vendredi, mars 23, 2007 
YO its midge kid.. :my friend just told me that she smoked a lot today so I was like "If you get cancer I'm gunna punch you till I kill it"
YO its midge kid : That'd be cool. If you could just punch cancer away.
JediMasterGigglz : def wold
JediMasterGigglz : would*
JediMasterGigglz : but nooooooooo
JediMasterGigglz: cancer's an asshole
JediMasterGigglz: it likes to be punched
YO its midge kid : Cancers a faggot
JediMasterGigglz : def
JediMasterGigglz: big faggot
YO its midge kid: GoJ should do something about cancer. I'm pretty sure you guys are bad ass enough to elimate cancer.
JediMasterGigglz : DEF
JediMasterGigglz : we could fuckitup
YO its midge kid : probs
YO its midge kid: curb stomp cancer
JediMasterGigglz : DEF
JediMasterGigglz: ima do that
JediMasterGigglz: now
JediMasterGigglz : WAIT
JediMasterGigglz : no
JediMasterGigglz : not now
JediMasterGigglz : cuz im not near cancer
JediMasterGigglz : next time i go to a hopsickle i will
YO its midge kid :hmm... sounds good
JediMasterGigglz : lol
YO its midge kid: You're gunna be the next Jesus or some shit
JediMasterGigglz: yeah, probably
YO its midge kid : "Oh snaps! That kid curb stomped my cancer away! zomg!"
JediMasterGigglz : everyone would love me
YO its midge kid : Duh
jeudi, mars 15, 2007 
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lundi, juin 12, 2006 

I WANNA

run around in circles.
learn to fly.
learn to control minds.
learn to blow up people just by looking at them.
learn to make a nuke so i can drop it on people.
learn to make people spontaneously combust so they burn in pain
learn to turn my hands into knives and cut people up.
learn to ... i should probly stop before the men in the white coats

show up.
buy a rocket launcher and shoot random idiots
buy a taser and shock the damn preps
buy a slingshot and take off some noses
buy a scalpel and take out some eyes
buy a throwing knife and throw it at people
hire a hitman to do what i dont wanna
hire a french slave and make him clean till he dies
visit the black children i had with the vietnamese woman while i was in 'Nam[ the war]
gain custody of my children
fight for my right, to paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaartay
go out[its not like i'll blister in the sun]
stop being the rat in a cage
find out what they gon do
help the scientists find that damned monkey...and his hockey stick
fly through the open door
save 15% or more on my car insurance by switching to geico
find out who really did come first, the chicken or the egg
see if its possible to fall off the empire state building and live
hunt down all people with the word 'senior' in their name

-Mr. Lenners



mardi, mai 30, 2006 

Humeur actuelle :  je m’ennuie

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dimanche, mai 14, 2006 

Humeur actuelle :  triste

These are quotes from Stephen King's

Dark Tower Books

some may not think too much of them but when i read the books, these stood out...

 

in the Land of Memory, the time is always
           NOW

in the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick....
         but their hands never move

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control what you can control
and let everything else take a flying f*** at you.... and if you go down go down guns blazing

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there is an Unfound Door
           ( O lost)
and memory is the key which opens it.

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All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead.These are the rooms of
 
RUIN
 
where the spiders spin and the great circuts fall quiet.
 
ONE by ONE

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time flies, knells call, life passes,so hear my prayer.
birth is nothing but death begun, so hear my prayer.
death is speechless so hear my speech.
May the forgiving glance of S'mana heal his heart. Say please.
May the arms of Gan raise him from the darkness of this earth. say please.
Surround him, Gan, with light.
Fill him,Chloe,with strength.
If he is thirsty, give him water in the clearing.
If he is hungry, give him food in the clearing.
May his life on this earth and the pain of his passing become as a dream  to his waking soul,and let his eyes fall upon every lovely sight; let him find the friends that were lost to him, and let every one whose name he calls call his in return.
Each man owes a death. Give him peace.

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see the TURTLE of enormous girth!
On his shell he holds the earth.
His thought is slow but always kind;
He holds us all within his mind.
On his back all vows are made;
He sees the truth but mayn't aid.
He loves the land and loves the sea,
And even loves a child like me.

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Guide our hands and guide our hearts as we take life from death.
Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallow'd be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come,Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven.
Forgive us our trespasses,as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation;
deliver us from evil;
Thou art the kingdom, and the power, and the glory,
 
 
now and forever.

 

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"Now let's get the brains out. Then we'll sleep"
"One at a time?" Susannah asked
"Yes-so far as i know,brains only come one to a customer"
...
"Very funny Roland. You know what i mean."

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that concludes the memorable quotes from the DARK TOWER books.

lundi, mai 01, 2006 

Ted Bundy (The Lady Killer)
(November 24, 1946 January 24, 1989) was an American serial killer and rapist who murdered numerous young women across the country between 1974 and 1978. His total number of victims is unknown. After over a decade of vigorous denials, Bundy eventually confessed to over 30 murders. Bundy is often considered the prototypical American serial killer indeed, the term 'serial killer' was coined in order to describe him. Bundy is believed to have been a sociopath. He is often described as an educated, handsome and charming young man despite the brutality of his crimes. Typically, he murdered young women and girls by bludgeoning them, and sometimes by strangulation. He is also believed to have raped many of his victims as well, in addition to mutilating and molesting their bodies after their deaths. The morning of his execution, Bundy enjoyed a last meal consisting of steak, fried eggs, hash browns and coffee. Some accounts from prison guards later stated that, in the minutes leading up to Bundy's execution, he had to be forcibly dragged from his cell for preparation. At 7:06 AM on January 24, 1989, 42-year-old Ted Bundy was executed in the electric chair by the State of Florida for the murder of Kimberly Leach. His last words were, "I'd like you to give my love to my family and friends." Then, an electric potential of over 2,000 volts was applied across his body for less than two minutes. He was pronounced dead at 7:16 AM.

 


Andrei Chikatilo (Citizen X)
Andrei Chikatilo, one of the worst serial killers, who murdered up to 53 young girls and boys in Russia starting in 1982 and ending in 1990, when he was captured. Chikatilos reasons for gouging at his victims eyes was that he believed that the victims eyes kept an image of the killer in them after death. Chikatilo was found legally sane and sentenced to die for the 53 deaths. He was executed by a gunshot to the head in 1994.



Doug Clark
Doug considered himself the "king of the one-night stands." He loved sex with prostitutes, especially real young ones from LA's notorious Sunset Strip. Carol, his girlfriend, was no Mother Teresa. She thought that murder was fun and liked photographing hookers sucking Doug's dick. He enjoyed shooting his victims as he came in their mouths. He also liked chopping their heads off. Once, for kicks, Carol applied make-up to a severed head and Doug took it to the shower for a little necrophilic fellatio. Carol told an old boyfriend about Doug's strange habits. When the old boyfriend threatened to tell police, Carol stabbed him to death and chopped off his head.

 


Jeffrey Dahmer (The Milwaukee Cannibal)
Jeffrey Dahmer, was born May 21, 1960, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S. When young, he impaled the heads of animals he killed on stakes in his yard. As an adolescent, he had fantasies of killing and mutilating men. His first murder was in Bath Township, Ohio, in 1978. A second murder followed in 1987. He killed another 15 young men, most of them in Milwaukee, over the next five years. Dahmer's gruesome crimes involved cannibalism and necrophilia. Some claimed Dahmer escaped detection for so long was because police attached a low priority to investigating the disappearance of homosexual or racial minority victims.



Albert Fish (The Real Life Hannibal Lector)
Albert Fish killed between eight and fifteen victims, and he was a cannibal, child molestor, and sado-masochist. In 1928, Albert kidnapped 12 year old Grace Budd, took her to an abandoned shack, and proceeded to strangle her, cut her up, and cook her into a stew, which he ate. Albert sent a letter to her parents, telling them how he took her, and killed and ate her. Albert said she was not molested before she died, she died a virgin. When caught, Albert pled insane, but was found fit to stand trial. He was found guilty and sentenced to death. He helped the attendents strap himself in, and stated "the electric chair, the supreme thrill, the only one I haven't tried."

   



John Wayne Gacy (Pogo The Clown)
John Wayne Gacy, Jr. was an American serial killer. He was convicted and later executed for the rape and murder of thirty-three boys and men, 29 of whom he buried in his crawl space, between 1972 and his arrest in 1978. He became notorious as the "Killer Clown" because of the many block parties he attended, entertaining children in a clown suit and makeup.

According to reports, Gacy did not express remorse. His last words were to the effect that killing him would not bring anyone back, and it is reported his last words were "You can kiss my ass", which he said to a guard while he was being sent to the execution chamber Some have pointed to his poor relationship with his abusive, alcoholic father, his head trauma and subsequent blackouts in his teenage years as some basis for his acts. There has also been some speculation that murdering men and boys whom he called "worthless little queers and punks" was Gacy's subconscious expression of self-hatred for his own homosexuality (Gacy claimed to hate gays and "gay-acting people," and that he was bisexual.) During his time on Death Row, Gacy took up oil painting, and his favorite subject was painting portraits of clowns. He claimed to have used his clown act as an alter ego, once sardonically saying that "A clown can get away with murder." After his execution, his paintings were sold at auction. Reportedly, the main buyer destroyed the paintings after winning the bids.





Edward Gein (The Real American Psycho)
Born at the turn of the century on August 27,1906 in the city of La Crosse, Wisconsin to George And Augusta Gein. "Weird old Eddie", as the local community had come to know him, had begun to develop a psychotic interest in the intimate anatomy of the female body. Soon he graduated on to the real thing by digging up decaying female corpses by night in the local Wisconsin cemeteries. These he would dissect and keep some parts heads, sex organs, livers, hearts and intestines. Then he would flay the skin from the body, wearing it himself to dance and cavort around the homestead - a practice that apparently gave him intense gratification. On other occasions, Gein took only the body parts that particularly interested him. He was especially fascinated by the excised female genitalia, which he would fondle and play with, sometimes stuffing them into a pair of women's panties, which he would then wear around the house. Obviously, he quickly became a recluse in the community, discouraging any visitors from coming near his by now neglected and decaying farm. Gein's fascination with the female body eventually led him to seek out fresher samples. His victims, usually women of his mother's age, included 54-year old Mary Hogan, who disappeared from the tavern she ran in December 1954, and Bernice Worden, a woman in her late fifties who ran the local hardware store, who disappeared on the 16th November 1957. Mrs. Worden's son Frank was also the sheriff's deputy, and upon learning that weird old Eddie Gein had been spotted in town on the day of his mother's disappearance, Frank Worden and the sheriff went to check out the old Gein place, already infamous amongst the local children as a haunted house.There, the gruesome evidence proved that Gein's bizarre obsessions had finally exploded into murder, and much, much worse. In the summer kitchen of the house was the naked, headless body of Bernice Worden, hanging upside down from a meat hook and slit open down the front. Her head and intestines were discovered in a box, and her heart in a plastic bag in the dining room. The skins from ten human heads were found preserved, and another skin taken from the upper torso of a woman was rolled up on the floor. There was a belt fashioned from carved-off nipples, a chair upholstered in human skin, the crown of a skull used as a soup-bowl, lampshades covered in flesh pilled taut, a table propped up by a human shinbones, and The four posts on Gein's bed were topped with skulls and a human head hung on the wall alongside nine death-masks - the skinned faces of women - and decorative bracelets made out of human skin. The stunned searchers also uncovered a soup bowls fashioned from skulls, a shoe box full of female genitalia, faces stuffed with newspapers and mounted like hunting trophies on the walls, and a "mammary vest" flayed from the torso of a woman. Gein later confessed that he enjoyed dressing himself in this and other human-skin garments and pretending he was his own mother. The scattered remains of an estimated fifteen bodies were found at the farmhouse when Gein was eventually arrested, but he could not remember how many murders he had actually committed.

   


Gary Heidnik
Gary's goal in life was collecting ten sex-slaves and fathering as many children as he could before dying. He kept the hapless women in a pit in his basement and fed her only bread, water and dog food. By February, 1987, one of the sex-slaves starved to death after hanging from the rafters for several days. The new recruit he procured proved not to be submissive enough and was promptly killed by Gary by hooking her to electrodes and forcing her to stand in a pit full of water. He also grounded pieces of their flesh, mixed it with dog food and fed it to the other captives. In 1987, one of the captives escaped and told authorities.

   



Charles Manson
Charles Milles Manson (born November 11, 1934) is an American career criminal and was the leader of a group known as "The Family", in the late 1960s and early 1970s. He took an indirect role in several brutal murders, most notably that of movie actress Sharon Tate, who was eight months pregnant at the time. He was convicted of murder in what came to be known as the "Tate-La Bianca case", named after the victims, although he was not accused of committing the murders in person. He is currently serving a lifetime sentence in California's Corcoran State Prison, and is up for parole in 2007; due to his eccentric and arguably dangerous behavior as well as his notoriety, it is highly unlikely he will ever be released. Manson has never admitted guilt and maintains his innocence. Since his trial and conviction, Manson's name and image have been integrated into American pop culture generally as a symbol of ultimate evil. Both have been used by many artists (mostly musicians). He was also friends with several notable musicians before the murders were committed, including Dennis Wilson of The Beach Boys, and is a marginally successful musician himself whose songs have been covered by many artists. Manson was last entitled to a parole hearing in 2002, and was denied early release, in particular due to a "litany" of offenses ranging from drug trafficking to arson to assaulting guards. He is next eligible for parole in 2007.

   


Ian Brady
Brady is known primarily for his role in a series of murders that took place in Greater Manchester between 1963 and 1965. These were dubbed the Moors Murders, as several victims were buried along the Saddleworth Moor near Oldham. Brady was responsible for five murders during the 1960s. In 1987 he claimed to police that he had carried out another five killings and even said where he had buried the bodies, but the police were never able to prove whether these claims were true. The five killings that Brady admitted carrying out were committed with Hindley as his accomplice.




Richard Ramirez (The Night Stalker)
Richard Munoz Ramirez is a convicted Mexican American serial killer awaiting execution on California's death row. Prior to his capture, Ramirez was dubbed the "Night Stalker" by the news media as he terrorized California with a series of car and home abductions, rapes, and murders during the first half of 1985. During his trial he tattooed a pentagram on the palm of his hand which he flashed at the press cameras. After being sentenced to death he said: "You don't understand me. You are not expected to. You are not capable of it. I am beyond your experience. I am beyond good and evil. I don't believe in the hypocritical, moralistic dogma of this so-called civilized society. I need not look beyond this courtroom to see all the liars, the haters, the killers, the crooks, the paranoid cowards -- truly trematodes of the Earth, each one in his own legal profession. You maggots make me sick! Hypocrites one and all. We are all expendable for a cause. No one knows that better than those who kill for policy, clandestinely or openly, as do the governments of the world which kill in the name of god and country. I don't need to hear all of society's rationalizations. I've heard them all before and the fact remains that what is, is. Legions of the night--night breed-- repeat not the errors of the Night Prowler and show no mercy. I will be avenged." Then, as he was lead out of court, he exclaimed "No big deal, death comes with the territory. See you in Disneyland!"

   




Manuela and Daniel Ruda
Daniel Ruda, 26, and his wife Manuela, 23, admit killing Frank Haagen, aged 33, with hammer blows and 66 knife stabs in July last year, but deny responsibility for the act. "I got the order to sacrifice a human for Satan," Daniel said in a statement read out by his lawyer to the court in Bochum, near Dortmund. Mrs Ruda told the court how she and her husband had lured their victim to their flat, and attacked him. "Daniel struck him on the head twice with the hammer. But he suddenly stood up again and walked towards the television. "Then my knife started to glow and I heard the command to stab him in the heart," she said. After killing Mr Haagen, the couple cut an occult star on his stomach, drank his blood from a bowl and had sex in a coffin in which Mrs Ruda usually slept. Mr Haagen's mutilated and partially decomposed body was found in their flat. It had a scalpel protruding from his stomach, and a pentagram, the sign of the Devil, carved into his chest. A prosecutor told the court he was horrified by the murder scene. "I have never, ever seen such a picture of cruelty and depravity before. They simply had a lust for murder," he said. Mrs Ruda appeared at the court in gothic clothing, her head partly shaved to reveal an inverted crucifix and a target tattooed on her skull. She said she had developed her taste for vampirism in the UK, where she spent time in London and Scotland.

 


Carl Panzram
In 1920, at the age of 29, Panzram took the final step in his life of crime by graduating to murder. He lured sailors in New York away from bars, got them drunk, shot them and dumped their remains into the river. After tiring of that, Panzram went to Africa where he raped and killed an 11-year-old boy. In his confession to this murder, he wrote: "His brains were coming out of his ears when I left him and he will never be any deader." A few days later he hired six men to go hunting crocodiles with him. Once in the swamps, however, Panzram shot all six men to death, hacked them up and fed them to the crocodiles.




Peter Kurten
Pete earned the moniker "The Vampire of Dusseldorf" because he enjoyed drinking the blood of his victims. He also killed animals when he was feeling thirsty. On occasion he delighted in setting fires to abandoned buildings hoping to roast whatever transients might be sleeping inside. Like most sexual sadists, Peter lived a seemingly "normal" life. His wife never imagined such a mild mannered man could be responsible for such ruthless killings. When confessed to the police his wife, who was sitting next to him, fainted. Peter proceeded to give police a detailed recounting of 77 criminal acts over ten years.



Arthur Shawcross
An unrepentant cannibal, Arthur ate two Vietnamese girls during his tour of duty in 'Nam. In fact, Vietnam became a living fantasy of horror and gore for Shawcrosst. He boasted he was never happier than in 'Nam. Shawcross claimed to have killed women and children indiscriminately while fighting for Uncle Sam. He bragged that he not only tortured, mutilated and dismembered his victims, but he also roasted their carcassess and ate them. Several years after his time in Nam, Shawcross went on a twenty-month murder spree in which he bagged and chewed on eleven women.



David Berkowitz
Known as the Son of Sam. Another adopted serial killer in the Archives. Between June 1976 and August 1977 he terrified lovers on the streets of New York with eight shootings that left six dead. This former postal worker killed six and wounded seven after a 6,000-year-old spirit invaded his neighbor's Labrador and commanded him to do the evil. He sent numerous letters to Jimmy Breslin of the New York Daily News and the NYPD exulting his exploits. The plump killer got his moniker from a note he left at the scene of one shooting which read: "I am a monster. I am the Son of Sam." Berkowitz was sentenced to six consecutive 25 years-to-life terms at Sullivan Correctional Facility in Fallsburg.




Richard Chase
This maniac became known as the "Vampire Killer of Sacramento" after a four day blood binge in January, 1978, in which he claimed six lives. Previously he had tried to inject rabbit's blood into his veins. When he was institutionalized he exhibited such strange behavior that the hospital staff nicknamed him "Dracula". He complained that someone had stolen his pulmonary artery and that his head kept changing shape. By 1977 it seemed that his delirium had been kept in check by his medication and he was released from the hospital to make room for more seriously ill patients. Apparently Rich then decided to stop taking his medication. He started thinking that his blood was turning into powder and a Nazi crime syndicate that had been haunting him since high school was paying his mother money to poison him. So he did what any other red-blooded American would do under such duress. He became a vampire. A typically "disorganized" killer, Chase picked his victims randomly and left as much evidence as he could around his home and the crime scenes. He drained his victim's blood, blended it with body organs and drank it. Chase was arrested a few days after his 4-day bloody swan song through Sacramento. After his arrest Richie raved about UFO's and other imagined stalkers that were after him. He died of an overdose of antidepressants in his cell in Vacaville just after Chrismas in 1980.




Ottis Toole
Though he claimed to be a serial killer and cannibal, and was the suspect in several unsolved murders, he recanted and restated a number of confessions. Toole was twice convicted of murder, and confessed to four more murder charges before dying in prison. He was perhaps best-known as a suspect in the murder of Adam Walsh, son of John Walsh, who created the television program America's Most Wanted, and as the reputed partner of Henry Lee Lucas. About 1978, Toole met Lucas in Florida. Both would later claim to have committed many hundreds of murders, sometimes at the behest of a secret cult called "The Hand of Death." Lucas would recant his confessions, saying he made such statements only to improve his living conditions in jail. Though some authorities have argued there is significant doubt as to Lucas' guilt, Toole is still generally seen as a serial killer. In April 1984, Toole was convicted and sentenced to death for a 1982 arson incident that killed 64-year-old George Sonnenberg in Jacksonville, Florida. Later that year, Toole was judged guilty of the 1983 murder of 19-year-old Tallahassee, Florida, resident Ada Johnson, and received a second death sentence; on appeal, however, both sentences were reduced to life in prison. Toole pleaded guilty to four hundred more murders in 1991 and received four more life sentences. Toole died in September of 1996 in prison from cirrhosis of the liver.



The Zodiac Killer
The Zodiac killer was the nickname of a serial killer who found his victims in and around San Francisco, in the late 1960s. In 2004 the San Francisco Police Department officially declared the case inactive, though the killer's identity still remains unknown. The total number of the Zodiac Killer's victims is not known. Robert Graysmith lists 49 names in his book, including the eight definite

mercredi, avril 26, 2006 

Humeur actuelle :  fatigué
My first thought was, he lied in every word,
    That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
    Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored
    Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.

What else should he be set for, with his staff?
    What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare
    All travellers who might find him posted there,
And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh
Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph
    For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,

If at his counsel I should turn aside
    Into that ominous tract which, all agree,
    Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly
I did turn as he pointed: neither pride
Nor hope rekindling at the end descried,
    So much as gladness that some end might be.

For, what with my whole world-wide wandering,
    What with my search drawn out thro' years, my hope
    Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope
With that obstreperous joy success would bring,
I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring
   My heart made, finding failure in its scope.

As when a sick man very near to death
    Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end
    The tears and takes the farewell of each friend,
And hears one bid the other go, draw breath
Freelier outside ("since all is o'er," he saith,
    "And the blow fallen no grieving can amend;")

While some discuss if near the other graves
    Be room enough for this, and when a day
    Suits best for carrying the corpse away,
With care about the banners, scarves and staves:
And still the man hears all, and only craves
    He may not shame such tender love and stay.

Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest,
    Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ
    So many times among "The Band" - to wit,
The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed
Their steps - that just to fail as they, seemed best,
    And all the doubt was now--should I be fit?

So, quiet as despair, I turned from him,
    That hateful cripple, out of his highway
    Into the path he pointed. All the day
Had been a dreary one at best, and dim
Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim
    Red leer to see the plain catch its estray.

For mark! no sooner was I fairly found
    Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two,
    Than, pausing to throw backward a last view
O'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round:
Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound.
    I might go on; nought else remained to do.

So, on I went. I think I never saw
    Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve:
    For flowers - as well expect a cedar grove!
But cockle, spurge, according to their law
Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
    You'd think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

No! penury, inertness and grimace,
    In some strange sort, were the land's portion. "See
   Or shut your eyes," said Nature peevishly,
"It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:
'Tis the Last Judgment's fire must cure this place,
    Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free."

If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk
    Above its mates, the head was chopped; the bents
    Were jealous else. What made those holes and rents
In the dock's harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulk
All hope of greenness? 'tis a brute must walk
    Pashing their life out, with a brute's intents.

As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair
    In leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mud
    Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood.
One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,
Stood stupefied, however he came there:
    Thrust out past service from the devil's stud!

Alive? he might be dead for aught I know,
    With that red gaunt and colloped neck a-strain,
    And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane;
Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe;
I never saw a brute I hated so;
    He must be wicked to deserve such pain.

I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart.
    As a man calls for wine before he fights,
    I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,
Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.
Think first, fight afterwards - the soldier's art:
    One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face
    Beneath its garniture of curly gold,
    Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold
An arm in mine to fix me to the place
That way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace!
    Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold.

Giles then, the soul of honour - there he stands
    Frank as ten years ago when knighted first.
    What honest men should dare (he said) he durst.
Good - but the scene shifts - faugh! what hangman hands
Pin to his breast a parchment? His own bands
   Read it. Poor traitor, spit upon and curst!

Better this present than a past like that;
    Back therefore to my darkening path again!
    No sound, no sight as far as eye could strain.
Will the night send a howlet or a bat?
I asked: when something on the dismal flat
    Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train.

A sudden little river crossed my path
    As unexpected as a serpent comes.
    No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms;
This, as it frothed by, might have been a bath
For the fiend's glowing hoof - to see the wrath
    Of its black eddy bespate with flakes and spumes.

So petty yet so spiteful! All along
    Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it;
    Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit
Of mute despair, a suicidal throng:
The river which had done them all the wrong,
    Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit.

Which, while I forded, - good saints, how I feared
    To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek,
    Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek
For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard!
--It may have been a water-rat I speared,
    But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek.

Glad was I when I reached the other bank.
    Now for a better country. Vain presage!
    Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage,
Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank
Soil to a plash? Toads in a poisoned tank,
    Or wild cats in a red-hot iron cage--

The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque.
    What penned them there, with all the plain to choose?
    No foot-print leading to that horrid mews,
None out of it. Mad brewage set to work
Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk
    Pits for his pastime, Christians against Jews.

And more than that - a furlong on - why, there!
    What bad use was that engine for, that wheel,
    Or brake, not wheel - that harrow fit to reel
Men's bodies out like silk? with all the air
Of Tophet's tool, on earth left unaware,
    Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel.

Then came a bit of stubbed ground, once a wood,
    Next a marsh, it would seem, and now mere earth
    Desperate and done with; (so a fool finds mirth,
Makes a thing and then mars it, till his mood
Changes and off he goes!) within a rood--
    Bog, clay and rubble, sand and stark black dearth.

Now blotches rankling, coloured gay and grim,
   Now patches where some leanness of the soil's
    Broke into moss or substances like boils;
Then came some palsied oak, a cleft in him
Like a distorted mouth that splits its rim
    Gaping at death, and dies while it recoils.

And just as far as ever from the end!
    Nought in the distance but the evening, nought
    To point my footstep further! At the thought,
A great black bird, Apollyon's bosom-friend,
Sailed past, nor beat his wide wing dragon-penned
    That brushed my cap--perchance the guide I sought.

For, looking up, aware I somehow grew,
    'Spite of the dusk, the plain had given place
    All round to mountains - with such name to grace
Mere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view.
How thus they had surprised me, - solve it, you!
    How to get from them was no clearer case.

Yet half I seemed to recognise some trick
    Of mischief happened to me, God knows when--
    In a bad dream perhaps. Here ended, then,
Progress this way. When, in the very nick
Of giving up, one time more, came a click
    As when a trap shuts - you're inside the den!

Burningly it came on me all at once,
    This was the place! those two hills on the right,
    Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight;
While to the left, a tall scalped mountain . . . Dunce,
Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce,
    After a life spent training for the sight!

What in the midst lay but the Tower itself?
    The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart
    Built of brown stone, without a counterpart
In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf
Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf
    He strikes on, only when the timbers start.

Not see? because of night perhaps? - why, day
    Came back again for that! before it left,
    The dying sunset kindled through a cleft:
The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay
Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay,--
    "Now stab and end the creature - to the heft!"

Not hear? when noise was everywhere! it tolled
    Increasing like a bell. Names in my ears
    Of all the lost adventurers my peers,--
How such a one was strong, and such was bold,
And such was fortunate, yet each of old
    Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
    To view the last of me, a living frame
    For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
    And blew. "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came."