Swacker's Tales

                                       The Swacker’s Tales

                                                    AKA

              THE  TWISTED  RANTINGS  OF THE  SLEEP  DEPRAVED MIND

                                                     By

                                    Rhiannon Rowan Rodriguez                                                           

                                                 including

                                  compiled  stories   and  events

                   BEQUEATHED  UNTO me  by  The  freaks   in  the  freak

                                                 5/1/2011

RRR

                                                            Forward

                                                                By

                                                           Rhiannon

The silence scares me because it screams the truth!

"It’s the others who have twisted off sideways directly unto the abyss. We went quite the opposite direction. Top of the food chain my child." she said, her sleepy smirk told more than the words dripping venom as they flowed like silk from her mouth. She had the power to look into your eyes and know your soul, staring, knowing your intent before it becomes thought in your mind.

“Those are the lost souls who have gone over the edge to the abyss of no return. We have to have the intellect to know when a situation is hopeless.” She turns and puts her delicate cold hands on my cheeks. “You must possess the strength to cut them off, to let them reap the repercussions of their own actions.”

“The choices masses of those whom we are made to call human beings (The same asses who run our world and try to remove our rights) have made that effect the outcome of what should have been rational thought. Not the twisted plane of reality that is constantly being feed by the static games of Bête noire and Dissonance, which usually and most always ends badly. (Translation: hate and dissension, for those who cause most of it but know not the definition)

"To quote the late genius Uncle Duke; All energy flows to the whims of the great magnet..........

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man...........Dr. Johnson. “Maybe those brilliantly twisted minds, scientific geniuses' the government had working for them. Mass Combinations of chemical compositions. These chemicals derived from plant matter, synthesized in labs and were researched and are considered higher knowledge to be used for good or ill. Tested on many living beings from our 4 footed them to us their target group. When these chemicals are given to the masses of society who are fucked up in the dark recesses of their minds, seem to make them get frighteningly sadistic, and cause lifelong psychological effects. The same compounds when administered to the human lab rats, (this meaning us the physiological nightmares) (and I am speaking of the Mad Scientists who created said compounds and the lab rats meaning us who are diagnosed with a mental illness)seems to created effects that were euphoric, spiritual, cognitive of since of higher learning. These chemical compounds being introduced into the hormonal glands of the brain, produces altered hormones that directly affect moods, thought process, and perception of reality  When given, people who have a history of documented diagnosis by multiple doctors and treated with multiple medications in deadly combinations. 

Those of us who haven’t ended up bagged and tagged, falling heavily from being overmedicated by those over your care, and well thought out plans kept buried deep until the fated date of death cautiously planed so as not to fail.  True Despair...enough to suck all happy from the room even after only the fleshy shell of combined energy particle vibrating at different speeds and frequencies creating the very reality perceived slightly altered in each individuals mind.

       Then there are the bottom feeding mouth breathers, the always-entertaining window lickers, who on frequent occasion are tangled in a well-calculated ambush, of euphoria, then paralysis, then painless death upon which the world is a better place for it.

       Moved and placed here, we kindred souls by some unknown Entities in this strange stage play. Having no script to follow and most of our fellow Mummers unknowing flow through time as these invisible life forces push us around as pawns on a chessboard.  It is good vs. evil and there seems to be far more negative than positive energy flow.  The balance has seemed to tip.  We as humans have created the dark flow that has pushed the scale in that direction disrupting the balance creates chaos; chaos creates despair, anger and sadness. Filling those who are weak and merging into an evil mindless creature. Its only intent is to cause misery and hate, feeding like a vampire on their victim; ravenous.  They resemble a dope fiend jonesing after their first fix, craving more and more.  Becoming obsessed and going mad and are completely driven by the addiction.  As I have heard it quoted more than once by the wise people that have passed through my life.” Misery loves company.” Moreover, they will go to the ends of the earth to cause it.

       On these pages, you will witness the bizarre world the tilted reality I now live in.  The great and powerful Oz has a very askew sense-of-humor, seems to have a very dark side, and entertains his demonic mind by throwing these idiots in our path.  It wants to see what plays out.  The result is a coin toss, only the intelligent and insane survive. You come away wiser with a higher sense of caution.

       Life it seems is a test for which we are perpetually cramming.  We should learn everything possible during our time given, to seek It to crave it wanting to learn more and more until it is time to go on to the next test we pads on to.  It seems you also loose pieces of your soul in the process. I have come to love few and dislike many.  Random encounters with more than my share of worthless excuses, mistaken for human beings.