Resentment is useless...the airbag didn't go off when I crashed!!!!I am still working on the fucking Hexastix: I just get pushed around by my "mental" condition sometim

Lately I have been in a special place I like to call "Trance Island." When my medications fail to keep me from having a "Hebe" episode, you will see or read rather about a part of me that is disconnected from this dimension but highly adaptable to planet fucking weirdo. I hate my mental illness, but I remain unresentfuyl. No resentment towards my condition exists inside my fragmented brain because resentment is absolutely useless. Yeah, fuck, so I tell somebody I won a purple bulldog one day, but the next day I say.."Purple bulldog? What are you crazy?" I am pushed around by my "mental" condition sometimes and it makes it hard for me to be consistent. But, damn it, the last book of Hexastix will finally be revealed now that I have been "stabilized." Oh dear! I also have to fucking write a Hexastix For Dummies manuel for clueless, or, rather, "less evolved" individuals. Poor, poor humans.I just get sick of people not getting it sometimes.....most times rather. Grow up! Evolve! Turn off the television and read a book (not Winnie-the pooh). Whateva! And poor,poor, Christopher Robin. I am so glad that pitiable kid is dead. Just Kidding. And if you don't like my sense of humor, I am informed by my greater forces of intellect to tell you to go join the sheep factory like all the others. I don't give a shit!!!! It is a hardship to be esoteric and invisible, but what the fuck ever! That's life Henry!! I find things that are esoteric  fascinating because it's not some beating a dead horse piece of information, what ever the form it comes in (book, a person says something. I am very curious and my illness has provided me not only with severe stress of the body and mind, but the ability to be curious of what I find to be an anomaly. I must say that a being what I am t does not reject (unless it was immoral to that person) , but tries to gain an understanding of the planet so and so comes from  is courageous: it is amazing how many cowards inhabit the earth. I can only take so much cowardice. I abhor cowards and self-pity and being pitied. I detest it!!!! Anyway, this cigarette is particularly great this morning. Why do I smoke? Well, I'm only human. Humans are cursed with one vice or another. Soo, that is all. -You want to know what is truly weird? Good, because I am going to tell you anyway. People....upper-middle class people-like to put books on their shelves and never read them. I thought books were books. I thought books were produced to be read. WTF! Books as decorations make me think the world is a bit crazier than me and meaningless and seeking negative attention.l, AND JUST FLAT OUT STUPID ABOUT IMPRESSING OTHERS. Suburban zombies with housecleaners that they share and gossip about. HOLY FALLEN COWS!!! People can be and are, to me, boring dusty tools. Re-runs of the most horrid movie. Acting-poor. Script-worse. Brains-exempt. If you have certain things one is accepted-  total dolts. What?  That defines most people? How boring! It is a great misfortune I must endure. The boring and stupid. I also have to deal with the nut-cases in the group home I inhabit. I find them to be annoying and I want to yell shut up so loud their eardrums become disabled. Same old shit. Okay, I am done with that tyrade. HA! -Hnery
P.S.-I do not rresent the airbag. Airbags can't help it if they are lazy.

HOW TO MAKE AN EX SOIL HIS OR HER BRITCHES

How to Make an Ex Miss you so Much He or She soils His or Her Britches.

Henry O’Malley walks us through life’s gut-wrenching, brutal, agonizing, wanting desperation of the Ex.

“I tell them to leave the “S” out of Ex, but they do not obey my command (good advice). What is it without the “S”? Boring right? Oh, yeah, like you two were ever going to survive on thoughtful discussion and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. You all make no sense. I try to do my best by contributing to humanity my insightful, yet detached opinion. It is not my fault if one does not take my advice and acts like a schmooze, an ape, an animal. Read and learn…otherwise turn away and cry…suffer your loss like a wounded buffalo.” –Henry O’Malley expert relationship manipulator PHD.

 

Make an Ex Miss You like a Big Douche!!!!

You've decided that you miss your ex’s raunch smellin’ bed sore mouth and now you want him or her to miss your whale-ass smellin’ toothache as well. Making your ex miss you is not an easy task. It can be 1.Difficult, or maybe even 2.Impossible.

You know your ex’s body well enough to know that he or she is a tight-assed lumberjack, but have you ever opened up his or her skull to experience the real DIFFICULT, COMPLICATED, weird-ass shit? Now, what will work and what won't. Take these steps and apply what I think will work for you.

Difficulty: Moderately Challenging

Instructions

1.      Step 1

Play to their cerebral pulse. You know what makes your ex’s mind tick. There are certain things that you can do to show that you care about him or her. Do the things they fear the most, the things that indicate you are the dominant: After all, you are no joke, and really, does this chap or chippy have the gall to make you miserable. Strindberg, no. Oh nothing.  You can also try to bring up the times you had him or her at your mercy. Yes, these memories that you share are very powerful and can induce an acute cataleptic state in the subordinate. The real work comes when your loved one is cataleptic. You must raise your voice and put your left hand over the area where your heart is embedded and scream “I call upon thee Roaring lion! Ruler of this world! Satan! Serpent! Son of the Morning! Spirit who now works in the sons of disobedience! Swine! Tempter! UNCLEAN Spirit! Wicked one! MY RIGHT LEG FOR HIS/HER SOUL!!!” be assertive. Be real. After all, who gives a hoot about a leg when you can CLAIM YOUR EX’S SOUL?

2.      Step 2.  Improve yourself.
It's time to step up your game. Nothing will make your ex miss you more than if he or she is made aware that you have finally showered and shaved after two-months. One sniff of dove or ivory or herbal assaults shall have them see that you are doing better than they are. Take a self inventory and see what you can scrub. Don’t think too hard! Think about your confidence, your style and your appeal. Dove, ivory, shampoo. We ain’t dealin’ wit no smell-ass loser now are we?

3. Step 3. Improve your looks.
After you improve yourself take a look in the mirror. UGH!!!! Would a haircut help? Probably not.  You need to lose weight. What can you do to make an improvement? A fast improvement? You’re stressed out? Well, that is only part of the fun of being emotionally entangled.  Your worth is always in your looks, but showering will at least help you get noticed.

4.      Step 4. Make them see what they are missing.
Now that you have shown them you care and made, well,  some improvements,  its time to show your ex what they are missing. Let them see you slightly more often the partial new you.

5.      Step 5. Act like you don't care.
It's a tough act to put on, but it is part of the game you have to play to make your ex miss you. By now you've already showed that you care, but now you have to stop acting like it. Stealth.  Hiding behind the drapery naked in the room in which your ex is performing the act of copulation with someone else is always alarming. An attention-getter for sure. Just before you sense the height of climax (for one, both, one or the other) jump out from behind your hideout and crash the chandelier screaming: “Father of lies! God of this World! LEVIATHAN! LIAR! Lucifer! Lying spirit! Mephistopheles! Murderer! Old serpent! Piercing serpent! I BANG MY BREASTS (bang your breasts) LEST YOU FORFEIT THIS PETTY KNAVERY!!”

6.  Step 6. Be happy and positive

Never be down or depressed. Your ex will think that your breakup didn't bother you and soil his pants all the way to China.  They will be drawn to the fact that you seem like you are ok and it’s no big deal. Just make sure to have your nervous breakdowns and pent up frustrations in the duvet: without the other present of course. You know?

7.      Step 7. Start dating someone else.

Once your ex is completely enamored with you, and you have given him or her just a tease of a taste of your succulent woman or male  faculties, start dating someone else. It’s time to move on and I can assure you, with high probability, your ex will miss you far more than you ever dreamed possible and end up committed for emotional trauma the remainder of his or her life. So! Nothing to worry! No Tommy-rot in the sac with good ole’ exy. The med-staff is rarely attracted to a slobbering invalid. Unless of course….well..nevermind.

8.      Step 8. Screw everyone.

You now have free reign. ATTACK! Have scummy brutal sex with anyone that brushes your shoulder accidentally with their tongue. Take pictures. Smile a lot. Keep the shower maintenance all dove and Irish spring. Go to visit your ex, yes, there slobbering and moaning sorrows, unable to walk for lack of nourishment. Wheel your ex to the garden of the asylum and say very positively: “My! The petunias have blossomed! But no flower could be more delightful than a few pictures that have recorded my last escapades.” And with that said reveal the intimate and rather dirty (shame on you!) photographs of yourself in several different positions of delinquent ecstasy writhing in the sweat of your rather attractive partner. Say a few words to ward off any suffering: reassure him or her that their body parts are, and always will be far dandier than those other blackguards you seduce.

9.      Step 9. The trauma in the wheelchair has soiled his or her britches. This is your exit. A quick peck on the neck (slight tongue brush) and all is well!

Okay! All should be fair weather with you! Just heed my advice! Have fun! Never doubt the words of an expert. I’m certified; therefore I know what is best. Here is my card in case you get into a rut and need some healthy cheer-leading! Lex Talionis!

A Day In The Life

Little Asylum on the Prairie. Stabilize and assess. Stabilize and assess. Acute schizophrenic episode chemically restrained with 50mg-25mg injections of thorazine, a “typical’ antipsychotic, given at intervals, the timing I cannot recall. Thorazine found Henry, submerged in the deep mass of antichrist: dissolved the infestation of I Frank the Master. I, Henry, was temporarily exorcised and freed, even in my state of catatonia, quite naked, submissive yet apathetic, mute. My eyes fixed on a certain point, but not seeing: the object was no object, just a stationary backdrop that had no name, color, shape, or purpose. Voices: professionals, assistants, volunteers, sometimes a practicing Mennonite, covered in layers of sterile air, mildly raised or dropped, hummed, lulled, never reached any perceptual logic or conclusion. In fact, the Henry of the future would most likely describe this past state, or lack of state, much like an involuntary vacation. Nothingness. Vapid. Vacuous. Non-being. An empty body chemically confined to a generic hospital bed, but nevertheless, FREED, from that awful raucous of the mind and body. Who would think this medication coma pleasant? Most relate such experiences to nightmares. But, to me, after months of deterioration, and the climax, an episode of acute violent schizophrenic outburst, the Delusion/ Evil entity I Frank the Master’s grand appearance and usurpation of all my faculties, this coma was not unlike having access or permission to a boat during The Flood. -Henry O'Malley

Hexastix: Book I

The First Book of the Hexastix

The Book of Sticks, Hexastix: a series of six books.

The first of the hexastix was etched on an Ishango bone; I estimate roughly 18,000 to 20,000 B.C. It is impossible to pronounce, with the human tongue, the name of the Stick-Person that initiated this book and its message. It is spelled something like this: UZg*hydb. A faintly etched U with two lines, or strikes through its middle, A half moon slightly lower than the U with a star shape betwixt, a lower-case n-ish shape with a circle located at the lower elongated tale of the N-ish (also slightly lower than the U), actually, after the U, the rest of the name is engraved slightly lower than the U, A star-ish figure followed by another N-ish figure but, more linear than the former, a round  V-ish figure accentuated by a long tail through its middle which gives it more semblance of a W, an eightish-character, but with the connection missing on the top right, so that it cannot be assumed an eight, and lastly, This is getting boring, but I have to explain the complexity, and lastly, a B-ish image with the linear side of the B drawn out below the bottom half-circle of the B-ish.

Now see?! This name simply cannot be spoken, but it can be complexly described in terms relating to the letters and symbols we utilize today. Keep in mind that I am limited to illustrating the name for you in American terms: Imagine the unlimited berth of this name, as it can be construed in the multitude of World languages and symbols. A-MEN TO THAT!!!

Now this UZg*hydb is the first known Stick-Person to have used expression to create a type of manual, perhaps also a fore-warning, for other Stick-People that existed at the time as well as for future Stick-people and their believers.Now, UZg*hydb was very wise to engrave lines on the Ishango bone, called tally marks, to disguise his or her message. This message can only be translated by the Stick-People themselves and their believers. The notations on the bone,which we now call the First Book of the Hexastix, are read as such: III, space,II, space, III, space, I, space, and last, four IIII with a strikethrough. These notations are devoid of meaning and/or esoteric to the untrained heretical eye,in other words, for those of you that cannot read between the lines, the First Book of the Hexastix cannot be understood or translated by those who deny the existence of Stick-People. Now:

-Book # 1: ”That Which We Know Beyond The Tally.”

The book starts with three lines (III) that resemble three Roman numerals, side by side, representing the number three. Heed me well, they do not lie, and carry timeless wisdom.  The lines translated read thus: There will be few that believe, but many hypocrites shall be bred for centuries and centuries. These hypocrites will believe in the existence of someone or something invisible, yet will deny other someone’s or something’s that are also invisible. They will be ignorant of their fallacy: blame them not, for they know not themselves.

The second set of lines (II), like the Roman numeral two, states: Transubstantiation shall become a common ritual. The hypocrites will believe, without question, in some kind of metamorphoses concerning the body and blood of a deceased, revered individual of the male sex. This belief is that, through some Divine process, bread and wine become this individual’s body and blood. And to make things worse, they consume it!!!! This transubstantiation is, of course, IMPOSSSIBLE.

Again, after a space, come three lines (III), much like the first set. This set serves mostly as a warning or foreboding, with great reason: There will be a great, if not eternal, stagnation among the hypocrites so long as human-beings walk this earth. Transubstantiation, salvation, or eternal life in some imagined paradise they call “Holy,” written documents known as the Pentateuch mistaken for non-fiction and scribed by mortal men with fixed ideas, are among some of their strongest beliefs. Stagnation: Their belief system will cease to evolve much and will branch out into related beliefs to suit the whim of MAN. They will use the pronoun “He” to refer to a great invisible force, as if it were a man giant and not a neutral-androgynous entity to exert power and ignite fear in women: this reference to a great invisible male being will serve to justify the superiority of man and his values, usually twisted, under the guise of what is deemed “good” or “His will.” It is all philosophy and therefore cannot be trusted. Stagnation: they will deny the existence of Stick-People because they cannot see them, hypocrites, yes, because, yet, they carry on with their beliefs in invisible “spirits” they call them, or “The Holy Ghost,” “The Great Father,” etc- a masculine/paternal power not of the flesh or blood. Also, a reincarnation of the aforementioned deceased individual/ messenger, revered and of the male sex will supposedly be sent by this other great invisible man to spread and teach HIS values. Stagnation: these beliefs will never cease. Stagnation: the denial that Stick-People exist, but, as hypocrites, stand to believe in this invisible “Great Father” and that the deceased come back to life.

Now, space, a single line (I): This is not logical. Pay them no heed. They make no sense.

And the final notation: four lines with a strikethrough (IIII): The Hexastix and existence of Stick-People and their believers, shall, most likely, be tormented, claimed insane, tortured, locked away in some restrictive environment. Beware: to mention the Stick-People, believers, I forewarn you: this knowledge is only useful to those that follow perfect logic and have the capacity to contrast and compare belief systems. Use your own discretion. Speak of us if you must, but be prepared for tragedy if you choose this path. You may cease to exist if you expose your knowledge to the unwise. Hence the strikethrough of the four etched lines; the strikethrough signifies death, or some loss to the believer that reveals or speaks freely and indiscriminately of the Stick-People. Also, it serves to mean that the Stick-People themselves will lose some degree of self-esteem due to the ridicule and denial that will surround them. To the Hexastix: non-preservation and fear of being wiped out of existence by hypocrites. Thanks be to the almighty initiator that manifested the First Book, we keep it well hidden.

Lex Talionis,

Henry O’Malley