Blog title: Crow, Raptor, Parrot, Reptile, Flying Fox
Blog description:I've been an Avian and Reptile nurse for 15 years, so, if anyone needs advice on husbandry, inc training Parrots, feel free to contact me. 95% of the cases, I see, could have been prevented; most of which are,dietary deficiencies. I specialize in rehabilitating Birds of Prey (Raptores), Flying Foxes and Crows. The latter, being my favourite. They're most intelligent of all Birds, and even out-smart most primates.
My blog address: http://GothicMatch.com/blog/Ravenmad2000
Checked emails...saw a few GM folk had viewed my blog/profile...thought I'd check in, read some...then, ended up on Wiki, learning about Albert Pike!!!...and looking for his cross!! I didn't have plans to do that...lol. Anyway...how are you all? This is what I've been doing...vest vests and more vests
I have trawled the net for baby Gargoyle dolls...similar to Teddy Bear design...can't find em. If anyone has seen some, please tell me. If not, am gonna make some in leather and suede. There's no IVF facility either lol
FUCK family law courts, solicitors, greedy people, turn-coats and mind-numbing tossers FUCK losing my Man, losing me, losing weight, sleepless nights and feeling like I'm losing this battle FUCK caring, my standards, morals and ethics...where has it got me? FUCK silver linings, hope, grief, belief, love, karma and logic FUCK being consumed, overwhelmed, pre-occupied and drained FUCK not being able to concentrate on my own family and life FUCK those who damage Children and Animals FUCK being gifted or cursed, abused and accused FUCK society's laws, double standards and lack of intelligence FUCK statements, affidavits, hearings and mentions FUCK being gagged on the internet coz they may use it against me or my nemesis will see it as a weakness that I hurt
"Of all the substances of abuse, including heroin, cocaine, and marijuana, alcohol produces by far the most serious neurobehavioral effects in the fetus." -Institute of Medicine 1996 Report to Congress
"FAS represents the largest environmental cause of behavioral teratogenesis yet discovered and, perhaps, the largest single environmental cause that will ever be discovered." -Riley, E. P., and Vorhees, C. V. (1986). Handbook of Behavioral Teratology. Plenum Press, New York, NY
FAS is the leading cause of mental retardation. BUT... Most individuals with FAS have normal intelligence! They just don't always have the ability to use the intelligence they have.
One shouldn't drink at all if you are planning children.
There is no safe limit.
Some say that the damage is done even before she is aware of being pregnant...takes one drink, on one particular day in the embryo's life, to cause irreparable damage.
An Oz 'junkie' female and her male friend prostitute her 12 yo daughter to 100 clients...ghastly, yes, in all aspects.
I read on a forum that some people make it seem like it's the only case on earth...so, I put my 2cents in.
You don't half make me laugh...
Granted...these type of cases are sickening, and death penalty for the perpetrators, and sterilisation for the victims in severe cases...but the problem is rife; in some countries, it's acceptable.
Most of the 'clients' would have been completely innocent, not sickos. Just as innocent numerous men have been...completely unaware of a girl's age or motivation, while she strips or performs other sex acts. Have heard many a man spruik off about young meat.
Gladly, I notice some images of young girls have been removed from this thread...weren't so sure of their age, ey?
At the end of the day...there's not a great deal of time or wordly experience between 12 and 16...or even 18, when she's up against the wiley ways/natural instinct of an older man.
Also...how can you discriminate junkies?!! I've seen many people exploit or abuse kids, in some shape or form...and lose their families, homes, fortunes, etc...on alcohol, gambling and prescription drugs. Just as much as any addiction is not a legal issue, it is not a moral issue, either. It's a medical problem...a genetic problem...a bad strain.
Be careful who you procreate with...
Selective Breeding...the ultimate safe sex...LOL ........................ to which I was accused of supporting junkies and being a disgrace ............................. Did I say I supported junkies?...NO! Never been one either. Nor did I imply that I condone paedophilia. Have been on the receiving end of both.
You seem to have missed my whole fucking point!!! Errr...that is...The Big Picture. What was society doing letting a junkie/addict breed, anyway? What is society thinking when they spend more on fucking football than the welfare of our kids?
Hmmm...perhaps, I do have a distorted view of the world...compared to many...and rightly so...not just for my personal reasons, but coz I see we have not evolved far enough.
But I guess, it's not a parasite's intention to kill its host. .......................... then I'm seen as schizophrenic/paranoid with no idea of how the world is ......................... Unfortunately, I CAN see how the world ticks!
The human species has not evolved in the most favourable way, has it?. As a whole, it has and still is very primitive in its thinking. There aren't many countries, sects or nationalities who are extremely intelligent...otherwise we wouldn't be in this whole messy predicament...praying to the unseen, shitting in our own nest, global warming, national debts, corruption, starvation, pollution...blah blah
Tis not a paranoid/schizophrenic outlook...tis the truth. ............................. then accused of having overlooked the flippant and lighthearted tones of my own post... whatever that means
............................. Furthermore...am I to assume that you have every faith in our county's leader...or any other, for that matter, to guide us into a better way of living?
As long as our children are neglected, there will be predators.
As a whole, humans have been so preoccupied with living a fantasy/relaxing/chilling out/brushing under the carpet...by way of chemicals, believing in afterlife(hence the complacency and lack of respect for this present time), sports, sex, worship, entertainment, idolisation...that we have forgotten the real issue...Long Term Survival of the species...hopefully gaining intelligence along the way...learning by our mistakes...living within the planet's means...
The term 'junkie', I was led to believe, is reserved for needle users...but I see, now, the drug of choice can be transported to the brain via "mouth and lungs"(a member ranted) too...What about stomachs and liver?
Ha! Just as I finished saying to Noodles that I had been reduced to towell picker-upperer, cookie cooker, craft supervisor, story-teller, vegie police and psychologist, and just before settling in here, for the first evening in weeks, thought I'd check on all the laughter in the Cold Room...two minute Noodles strewn everywhere...even over Sponge Bob (now I know what it is)
Sorry about disclosing the 'two minute' bit, dude.
It reminds me of a book, a movie, a repetitive dream. I would go back to a house where I once lived, and find a room that I never knew existed. On one occasion, in the room, was a twisted child in a crib. And here I am...with a man, I once rode and partied with in another lifetime, who now has a child...bent out of shape.
I open the door...loathing to enter; the room is much colder than the rest of the house...and the stench burns the mucous membranes. There's total dissarray. The small creature sits on the bed, resembling a pretty girl...it scowls and spits venom, a projectile vomit of words. I stand, unwavering, as the eyes try to pierce me. But I see through it; deciphering the cause.
A disease of the mind.
A self-defeating disease, so badly intrenched in the population of a species who spruik superiority.
The girl/thing was of a, particularly, bad geneitc strain; hard-wired to fight. Can only apply techniques of re-knitting the nerve centres in her brain...train better thoughts and overall chemistry, and hope she has not taken on the insidious and vile genes of that monster.
For most of the day, it spoke in a new accent...an unnerving ability to mimick. And continued to play, cruelly, with the minds of the younger sisters of its peers. Most children kept a wide birth; uneasy with the distinct feeling of being surrounded by a single person.
TV on...a major Locust plague nearby...a result of the cylcone and consequent rain. Again, reminiscent of the movie.
Once the other children had been taken to the safety of their own homes...the girl/thing...as if she'd always been a pleasant little child, came out of the cold room, like sunshine...completely devoid of anything evil. But maybe too sweet...another accent.
Having digested the situation, I formulated a speech...another perfectly created array of words...used, both confrontationally and subliminally...to impress upon it...but this was not quite time yet, though, it looked and sounded more tolerant of my greetings...mere utterances. I had to wait for the small golden window of opportunity, as I was not young enough to know everything.
A new day. I knocked on the door of the cold room. It acknowledged my existence with a terse “What?!”
It seemed disgruntled that I had insisted on the correct way to address people/humans, and informed it that it would have to prepare itself to come to the post office with me...to which it whined...”I wanna play here!”
Then I struck it with a reality check...floodgates opened...I demanded to speak to the real little girl...the little Crowie...who I knew to be posessed by the fear of the monster that bore her...not the personification of habits, deeply and wrongfully ingrained, not the defensive thing who had seen violence and heard death threats screeched at her father.......I needed to contact Crowie
“Sit down, Crowie...do you want to be a happy girl?”
Onward regardless...my speech was impeccable...and did sink in...she was unusually receptive; my timing was right. The real little girl wanted to adjust, to please and be happy.
It's one thing to raise a child with basic principles and standards from the beginning...start how you mean to go on and all...but it's so hard, when you are the intruder, to rewire them from years of emotional abuse, and lack of stability and good diet. When the so-called mother is a raving-fucking-lunatic that...note: I said that, not who...lol...that keeps manipulating the girl's mind...twice, thrice a week.
Researching and going to psychologist to gain more tools for the job. Many symptoms denote she may have Foetal Alcohol Syndrome. Will get her assessed next week. In which case...it's a lifetime thing...learning disabilities, mood swings.
Now...here in OZ, we are fined for smoking in a car with children present...but females can drink while pregnant and no-one says a bloody word.
Am so fucking tired of what alcohol does...it'll be the death of this species, civilisation.
And...granted...one may fall for another with an alcohol problem...but!!!!...even though I vowed vehemently that I would never ever have anything to do with another drunk, I am involved with one. One that I haven't even met...or like.
Fink, last night, who might want the bedspread for their new clubhouse...Black Uhlans, tonight, who loved the latest vest for one of them, and more orders and selling raffle tickets for the studded bedspread. But...the president said I could photograph that bedspread. Rebels, tomorrow and Odin's Warriors tomorrow night.
Found another leather-worker, yesterday...weird to meet the male version of me...to a great degree. He collects dead things too, makes amazing moulded leather skins on real skulls too, does stuff for Movieworld, knows people I know. He lives just up the road...for 20 fkn years and I never knew of him, even though we use some of the same suppliers. He gold-guilds skulls, I do claws; we both want to get stuff on the catwalk...I will use Cats. And believe it or not, he loves Animals...and I love Fashion TV...lol
I just spent 17 years working in the Animal industry, in many capacities...Dog and Cat nurse while I was training, then in RSPCA Ambulance, Avian Reptile Vet practice, Wildlife Park hospitals, petless pet-shop, member of 4 volunteer groups...all places where one would think there is warmth, kindness and encouragement................
It is evident that there is not enough Goth in the Bike Scene.
They would really dig some of the music and fashions, but there's very little cross-over...surprisingly.
So, my Son's best female friend, besides me, and me...lol... are making up a CD to blow their minds.
Raffled the studded bedspread, was drawn at the Rebel's Brisbane clubhouse, in front of many people, to prove that it was all ethical. The winner lives miles away and has donated it back to me to gain more funds to help the Homeless Parrots cause that I have decided to erect...lol The force is with me, yet again.
Starting Lone Wolf bedspread, next week, when I finally catch up a bit with the Fink's orders.
After that, I'm making a Flame Job one; met a president who seriously likes them...renamed him Philame Job.
Should be getting another Harley, and have credit at a tattooist, so, will be getting mine extended, in the next few weeks
Annnnndddd...I just bought the best black and purple tutu...ummm...Goth Froth...and...corset with studs, zips, chains, buckles and lacing...bleached the rest of my hair coz if I am having this much fun with half of it blonde...imagine what could happen if it is all done.
150 days without cigarettes.
It's raining men, most of whom talk a lot of Root Rot...my new term for the Tongue Dung that spews forth when they want to get laid.
The best fucks are, invariably, the best head-fucks too...well, I mean to say...who wants to work hard for nothing?
I can safely say that this is the happiest I've ever been. Despite corruption, drugs and rock n roll, the current Australian attitude towards Outlaws...spawned by the corrupted police, who dictate to the media, living with a dirty old man, who is becoming a friend (and that's all) and my family and friends who think I've dropped out and lost it...tis the most serene and contented I have ever been.
Most tragic and best emotional ripple effect, that creates 40% of police work and costs OZ $15.3 billion each year to mop up the damage...goes to Alcohol...though the consumption figures are not available Biggest killer...made $10.1 billion-200607, 5% of retail sales, cost $682 million in health-2001-2...winner is Tobacco Responsible for two thirds of Austalia's overdoses...Phamaceuticals wins, hands down. Profit and loss figures are hard to find too.
Biggest Manufacturer Nominees are...
Phillip Morris XXXX Bayer Jack Daniels Pfizer
Best Distributor with Friendliest Staff/Pushers Nominees are...
Supermarkets Doctors Service Stations Newsagencies Local Shops Bottle Shops Vets Chemists
Best Place for Addiction when you are not having a drug Nominees are...
Choreographers Nominees are...
and... ummm...and... pst...who are the other nominees?
Ozzie kids, 12 17yrs, spent approx $217 million on alcohol in 2002, netting the govt approx $112 million in revenue. For every dollar spent on alcohol interventions aimed at adolescents, it is estimated that the government receives around $7 in alcohol tax revenue.
No Smoking areas...lol...in pubs???!!! Of course...people are quite entitled to destroy their livers, lives and livelihood, without having to worry about their lungs too.
Doctor Shopping...when will there be a central register to control it...I'm tired of my friends suiciding on their shit.
LOL...believe me, I'm no Puritan; I have addictive behaviour and can't judge others for theirs...but...a Mind-Altering Drug is a Drug...and Fucking Hypocrits control which are legal.
It's alcohol, cigs and prescription drugs that are the stepping stones to heavier stuff.