This is a step-by-step guide on how to break down the human body from the full figure into serviceable choice cuts of meat. As in any field, there are a number of methods to the practice, and you may wish to view this as a set of suggestions rather than concrete rules. You will notice that the carving of the larger or "commercial" cuts down into smaller specific or "retail" cuts will be only mentioned in passing, and not concentrated upon. Also, the use of human fat and viscera is generally avoided, and left only to the most experimental chef. These choices, along with recipes and serving suggestions, are nearly infinite in variety, and we leave them to you. We've found these guidelines to be simple and functional, but recognize that there is always room for improvement and we welcome your suggestions. Before getting to the main task, it must be mentioned that the complete rendering of the human carcass requires a fairly large amount of time, effort, and space. If the consumer does not wish to go through the ordeal of processing and storing the bulk of the entire animal, an easy alternative is as follows. Simply saw through one or both legs at the points directly below the groin and a few inches above the knee. Once skinned, these portions may then be cut into round steaks of the carver's preferred thickness, cut into fillets, deboned for a roast, etc. Meat for several meals is thus readily obtained without the need for gutting and the complexities of preparing the entire form.
The human being (also referred to throughout culinary history as "long pig" and "hairless goat" in the case of younger specimens) is not generally thought of as a staple food source. Observing the anatomy and skeleton, one can see that the animal is neither built nor bred for its meat, and as such will not provide nearly as much flesh as a pig or cow (for example, an average 1000 pound steer breaks down to provide 432 pounds of saleable beef). The large central pelvis and broad shoulder blades also interfere with achieving perfect cuts. There are advantages to this however, especially due to the fact that the typical specimen will weigh between 100-200 pounds, easily manipulated by one person with sufficient leverage.
Here the caution in choosing your meal must be mentioned. It is VERY IMPORTANT to remember that animals raised for slaughter are kept in tightly controlled environments with their health and diet carefully maintained. Humans are not. Thus not only is the meat of each person of varying quality, but people are also subject to an enormous range of diseases, infections, chemical imbalances, and poisonous bad habits, all typically increasing with age. Also as an animal ages, the meat loses its tenderness, becoming tough and stringy. No farm animal is ever allowed to age for thirty years. Six to thirteen months old is a more common slaughtering point. You will obviously want a youthful but mature physically fit human in apparently good health. A certain amount of fat is desirable as "marbling" to add a juicy, flavorful quality to the meat. We personally prefer firm caucasian females in their early twenties. These are "ripe". But tastes vary, and it is a very large herd.
The butcher will need a fairly roomy space in which to work (an interior location is suggested), and a large table for a butcher's block. A central overhead support will need to be chosen or installed ahead of time to hang the carcass from. Large tubs or barrels for blood and waste trimmings should be convenient, and a water source close by. Most of the work can be done with a few simple tools: sharp, clean short and long bladed knives, a cleaver or hatchet, and a hacksaw.
Body Preparation: Acquiring your subject is up to you. For best results and health, freshness is imperative. A living human in captivity is optimal, but not always available. When possible make sure the animal has no food for 48 hours, but plenty of water. This fasting helps flush the system, purging stored toxins and bodily wastes, as well as making bleeding and cleaning easier. Under ideal conditions, the specimen will then be stunned into insensitivity. Sharp unexpected blows to the head are best, tranquilizers not being recommended as they may taint the flavor of the meat. If this is not possible without exciting the animal and causing a struggle (which will pump a greater volume of blood and secretions such as adrenaline throughout the body), a single bullet through the middle of the forehead or back of the skull will suffice.
Hanging: Once the animal is unconscious or dead, it is ready to be hoisted. Get the feet up first, then the hands, with the head down. This is called the "Gein configuration". Simple loops of rope may be tied around the hands and feet and then attached to a crossbar or overhead beam. Or, by making a cut behind the Achilles tendon, a meathook may be inserted into each ankle for hanging support. The legs should be spread so that the feet are outside the shoulders, with the arms roughly parallel to the legs. This provides access to the pelvis, and keeps the arms out of the way in a ready position for removal. It's easiest to work if the feet are slightly above the level of the butcher's head.
Bleeding: Place a large open vessel beneath the animal's head. With a long-bladed knife, start at one corner of the jaw and make a deep "ear-to-ear" cut through the neck and larynx to the opposite side. This will sever the internal and external carotid arteries, the major blood vessels carrying blood from the heart to the head, face, and brain. If the animal is not yet dead, this will kill it quickly, and allow for the blood to drain in any case. After the initial rush of blood, the stream should be controllable and can be directed into a receptacle. Drainage can be assisted by massaging the extremities down in the direction of the trunk, and by compressing and releasing, "pumping", the stomach. A mature specimen will contain almost six liters of blood. There is no use for this fluid, unless some source is waiting to use it immediately for ritual purposes. It acts as an emetic in most people if drunk, and it must be mentioned here that because of the eternal possibility of AIDS it is recommended that for safety's sake all blood should be considered to be contaminated and disposed of in some fashion. It is not known whether an HlV-infected human's flesh is dangerous even if cooked, but this is another item to consider when choosing a specimen, someone in the low-risk strata.
Beheading: When the bleeding slows, preparation for decapitation can be started. Continue the cut to the throat around the entire neck, from the jawline to the back of the skull. Once muscle and ligament have been sliced away, the head can be cleanly removed by gripping it on either side and twisting it off, separation occurring where the spinal cord meets the skull. This is indicative of the method to be used for dividing other bones or joints, in that the meat should generally be cut through first with a knife, and the exposed bone then separated with a saw or cleaver. The merits of keeping the skull as a trophy are debatable for two principal reasons. First, a human skull may call suspicious attention to the new owner. Secondly, thorough cleaning is difficult due to the large brain mass, which is hard to remove without opening the skull. The brain is not good to eat. Removing the tongue and eyes, skinning the head, and placing it outside in a wire cage may be effective. The cage allows small scavengers such as ants and maggots to cleanse the flesh from the bones, while preventing it being carried off by larger scavengers, such as dogs and children. After a sufficient period of time, you may retrieve the skull and boil it in a dilute bleach solution to sterilize it and wash away any remaining tissue.
Skinning: After removing the head, wash the rest of the body down. Because there is no major market for human hides, particular care in removing the skin in a single piece is not necessary, and makes the task much easier. The skin is in fact a large organ, and by flaying the carcass you not only expose the muscular configuration, but also get rid of the hair and the tiny distasteful glands which produce sweat and oil. A short-bladed knife should be used to avoid slicing into muscle and viscera. The skin is composed of two layers, an outer thinner one with a thicker tissue layer below it. When skinning, first score the surface, cutting lightly to be sure of depth and direction. The diagram of the skinning pattern is an example of strip-style skinning, dividing the surface into portions easy to handle. Reflect the skin by lifting up and peeling back with one hand, while bringing the knife in as flat to the skin as possible to cut away connective tissue. The external genitals present only a small obstacle. In the male the penis and scrotum can be pulled away from the body and severed, in the female the outer lips skinned as the rest of the body. It is important to leave the anus untouched at this point, and a circle of skin should be left around it. You need not bother skinning the hands and feet, these portions not being worth the effort unless you plan to pickle them or use them in soup. The skin can be disposed of, or made into fried rinds. Boil the strips and peel away the outer layer, then cut into smaller pieces and deep-fat fry in boiling oil until puffy and crisp. Dust with garlic salt, paprika and cayenne pepper.
Gutting: The next major step is complete evisceration of the carcass. To begin, make a cut from the solar plexus, the point between the breastbone and stomach, almost to the anus. Be very careful not to cut into the intestines, as this will contaminate the surrounding area with bacteria and possibly feces (if this does happen, cleanse thoroughly). A good way to avoid this is to use the knife inside the abdominal wall, blade facing toward you, and making cautious progress.
Make a cut around the anus, or "bung", and tie it off with twine. This also prevents contamination, keeping the body from voiding any material left in the bowel. With a saw, cut through the pubic bone, or "aitch". The lower body is now completely open, and you can begin to pull the organ masses (large and small intestines, kidneys, liver, stomach) out and cut them away from the back wall of the body.
For the upper torso, first cut through the diaphragm around the inner surface of the carcass. This is the muscular membrane which divides the upper, or thoracic, and the lower abdominal cavities. Remove the breastbone, cutting down to the point on each side where it connects to the ribs, and then sawing through and detaching it from the collar bone. Some prefer to cut straight through the middle, depending on the ideas you have for cuts in the final stages. The heart and lungs may be detached and the throat cut into to remove the larynx and trachea. Once all of the inner organs have been removed, trim away any blood vessels or remaining pieces of connective tissue from the interior of the carcass, and wash out thoroughly.
Remove the Arms: Actual butchering of the carcass is now ready to begin. Cut into the armpit straight to the shoulder, and remove the arm bone, the humerus, from the collar bone and shoulder blade. Chop the hand off an inch or so above the wrist. Most of the meat here is between elbow and shoulder, as the muscle groups are larger here and due to the fact that there are two bones in the forearm. Another way of cutting this portion is to cut away the deltoid muscle from the upper arm near the shoulder (but leaving it attached to the trunk) before removing the limb. This decreases the percentage of useable meat on the arm, but allows a larger shoulder strip when excising the shoulder blade. Purely a matter of personal preference. Cut into and break apart the joint of the elbow, and the two halves of each arm are now ready for carving servings from. Human flesh should always be properly cooked before eating.
Halving the Carcass: The main body is now ready to be split. Some like to saw straight through the spine from buttocks to neck. This leaves the muscle fiber encasing the vertebrae on the end of the ribs. The meat here however is tightly wrapped about the bone, and we find it more suitable (if used at all) when boiled for soup. Thus, our preferred method is to completely remove the entire backbone by cutting and then sawing down either side from the tailbone on through.
Quartering the Carcass: The halves may now be taken down, unless your preparation table or butcher block is very short. This is inadequate, and you will have to quarter while hanging, slicing through the side at a point of your choosing between rib cage and pelvis. Now is also the time to begin thinking about how you would like to serve the flesh, as this will determine the style of cuts you are about to make. These will also be greatly affected by the muscular configuration (physical fitness) of your specimen. First, chop the feet off at a point about three inches up from the ankle. The bones are very thick where the leg connects to the foot. You will want to divide the side of meat into two further principal portions: the ribs and shoulder, and the half-pelvis and leg. In between is the "flank" or belly, which may be used for fillets or steaks, if thick enough, or even bacon strips if you wish to cut this thinly. Thin and wide strips of flesh may also be rolled, and cooked to serve as a roast. Trim away along the edge of the ribs, and then decide whether you will cut steaks from the flank into the thighs and rump, and carve accordingly.
Cutting the Top Quarter: Although not actually 25% of the meat you will get, this is designated as one-fourth of the carcass as divided into major portions. You may trim away the neck, or leave it to be connected with the shoulder, or "chuck". The first major step with this mass is to remove the shoulder blade and the collar bone. The best and easiest way we have found is to just cut along the outline of the shoulder blade, removing the meat on top and then dislocating the large bone. To excise the collar bone make an incision along its length and then cut and pry it away. Depending upon the development of the breast, you may decide it qualifies as a "brisket" and remove it before cutting the ribs. In the female the breast is composed largely of glands and fatty tissue, and despite its appetizing appearance is rather inedible. The ribs are the choice cut of the quarter. An perennial favorite for barbecuing, you may divide into sections of several ribs each and cook them as is, divide the strip in half for shorter ribs, or even carve rib steaks if the muscle mass is sufficient.
Cutting the Lower Quarter: This is where most of the meat is, humans being upright animals. The muscle mass is largest in the legs and rump. The bulk is so comparatively large here that you can do just about anything with it. The main pieces are the buttock or rump and the upper leg, the thigh. Our typical division is to cut the leg off at the bottom of the buttock, then chop away the bony mass of the knee, at places two to three inches away in either direction. Before doing this, however, you may want to remove the whole calf muscle from the back of the lower leg, as this is the best cut in its area. The upper leg is now ready for anything, most especially some beautiful, thick round steaks. The rump will have to be carved from the pelvis in a rather triangular piece. The legs attach at the hip at a forward point on the body, so there will be little interference as you carve along the curve of the pelvis. Remaining meat will be on the thighs in front of the pelvis.
And that's basically it. An average freezer provides plenty of storage space, or you may even wish to build a simple old-fashioned smokehouse (just like an outhouse, with a stone firepit instead of a shitter). Offal and other waste trimmings can be disposed of in a number of ways, burial, animal feed, and puree and flush being just a few. Bones will dry and become brittle after being baked an oven, and can be pulverized.
IMLAY CITY - Little Ashlee Tallis toddled around the apartment pushing her purple and pink plastic grocery cart and smiling like she didn't have a care in the world.
Just 18 months old, she's too young to understand the burden on the shoulders of her parents, Dan and Dina Tallis of Imlay City. Since Ashlee had her first seizure at 9 months old, she spent time in four hospitals and underwent countless tests before her parents found out what was causing the daily seizures and what it would take to control them for the rest of her life.
The cause is hyperammonemia, one of the rarest forms of hyperinsulinism, a genetic disease in which the pancreas makes too much insulin.
There is no cure, but the disease can be controlled through daily glucose testing, regular visits to the hospital for checkups, a special diet, and taking a medication for the rest of her life that not only tastes terrible but causes lethargy and excessive hair growth. The side effect is dubbed werewolf syndrome.
"At one point, she was having 10 seizures a day," said Dina Tallis, 27. She said her daughter would lose all muscle control and be as limp as a little rag doll. "Her teeth were chattering - almost like insulin shock."
Life expectancy is normal if the disease is diagnosed and treated aggressively before brain damage occurs. Testing indicates Ashlee's brain is normal, but she's still at risk for such long-term problems as delayed development, seizures, cerebral palsey and blindness.
"This is nasty," said Dr. Paul S. Thornton, director of the hyperinsulinism program at the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, where Ashlee was treated.
But the Tallis family has been buoyed by an outpouring of community support. Teachers in the Imlay City School District, where Dina teaches kindergarten, made a care package of snacks and books for the family's trip to Philadelphia, and the Imlay City United Methodist Church has scheduled an April 12 dinner to benefit the family.
The family has health insurance but has used up its savings for gas, hotel rooms and other expenses as they took off work to be with Ashlee. Dan Tallis, 34, is a meter reader for Detroit Edison.
"We tried really hard to be independent people, but it's hard when there are so many things working against you," said Dina, through tears.
Road to discovery
The Tallises believe the seizures began when they switched Ashlee's bottle from formula to milk. Unbeknownst to them, the milk and other high-protein foods were making their baby sicker.
"There were days when she would eat a whole plate of scrambled eggs," Dan Tallis said. "We look back now and we were basically poisoning her."
They also recall their baby seemed fussier than most, likely because she felt miserable much of the time.
"Her body was in turmoil," Dina said.
Ashlee suffered through a myriad of tests, some more painful to her parents than to her, while doctors tried to determine what was wrong. During some tests, Dina said, she would have to leave the room rather than watch.
"She got her fingers and toes picked a thousand times," her father said. The hardest time for him was when they had to put her to sleep for an invasive test.
"I was holding her and she looked at me like, 'What's going on?' It's hard. As a parent you want to take care of her," he said.
Ashlee was diagnosed with hyperinsulinism in Michigan months ago, but the treatment wasn't helping. So Dina and Dan went on the Internet - where they originally met - and did their own research. It led them to the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, one of the world's leaders in research, diagnosis and treatment of hyperinsulinism.
After two weeks at the hospital, doctors confirmed Ashlee had hyperammonemia, one of the rarest of the four types of hyperinsulinism. It's triggered by eating protein or prolonged fasting, Thornton said.
Thornton, who will visit Flint May 17 to speak to endocrinologists from around the state about diagnosis and treatment of hyperinsulinism, said Ashlee's type is so rare he couldn't estimate the number of cases diagnosed. He has seen only 10-15 cases at Children's Hospital in the last 10 years.
'Adapt and overcome'
But with the joy of having a complete diagnosis also came the disappointment that Ashlee was not a candidate for a pancreatectomy, in which a diseased part of the pancreas is removed, because her entire pancreas is diseased. Instead, doctors doubled the dose of the medicine Diazoxide, which blocks the secretion of insulin but also causes werewolf syndrome.
Ashlee, who has locks of curly, sandy blond hair, was bald nine months ago when she started on the medication. Now, excess hair - hardly noticeable because of its light color - grows along her jaw line, on her forehead, down her back and on her legs.
Doctors told the Tallises they can shave her, but with all she has to endure, including four daily blood-sugar finger pricks, her dad said that will be addressed when it gets to be an issue with her peers.
The important thing now is to find out how to best meet her nutrition needs. They are working with an endocrinologist at Hurley Medical Center and have an appointment later this month with a dietitian.
She is allowed some protein, but her daily allotment is nearly taken up with four bottles of milk.
"She's living on pasta and applesauce," Dan said.
But with all the downsides to the diagnosis, the Tallises are relieved to finally know the prognosis and treatment. Dina said they get their emotional strength from their "tough" little daughter.
The Tallises say they don't waste energy or emotions blaming themselves. Their mission now is to help other parents get a quick and accurate diagnosis so they don't waste precious time. They plan to start the campaign by printing informational pamphlets for clinics.
"We don't feel we're unlucky. She's a beautiful little girl with some problems," Dan said.
"Our family motto is 'adapt and overcome,' " he said, and stroked Ashlee's curly locks as she nodded off to sleep in her mother's arms.
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Let's keep to the facts and look at the numbers.
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What you will find here: How serious is Child Molesting? How many child molesters are there? How many children will be molested? How can I tell if a child is being abused? What should I do if a child tells me they are being abused? What is anyone doing about this? What can I do to help?
Child molestation is a national crisis. and 1 in every 42 children will become a missing child. There is one child molester per square mile.
Reports of child abuse continue to climb at a steady rate. In 1995, child abuse reports rose 1.7% exceeding 3.1 million.
There are 63,000 convicted first-time offenders of child molestation in California alone. Statistics show that these offenders are four times more likely than other violent criminals to recommit their crime.
Four million child molesters reside in the US. A typical child molester will abuse between 30 and 60 children before they are arrested and will molester 380 during their lifetime
One1 out of every 3 girls and 1 out of every 7 boys will be molested at least once before the age of 18.
How can I tell if a child is being abused?
Most children are afraid to tell and will quickly justify any marks on their bodies. Even though a child may not talk about abuse, their behavior may indicate that something is wrong. Some signs to look for: Acting-out behavior--a child may be angry and become aggressive Sleep disturbances, bedwetting, or nightmares New fears toward a particular person or place Unusual knowledge of sexual activities Bruises, cuts, redness, or swelling
What should I do if a child tells me they are being abused? If a child does tells you about abuse, it is a large step for them to take and handling it properly should help the child be reasurred that it was okay to tell. Firstly, stay calm, find a private place to talk, quietly explain to the child that it was good for them to tell someone. Reassure them that you believe them and use the same words as the child to show that you understand and that you have heard them and are listening. Reassure the child that it is not their fault, and quickly report the abuse to your local Child Protection Agency or police. If you think that the child is hurt, go to the nearest emergency room.
What is anyone doing about this? The U.S. Dept. of Justice is helping New Jersey defend a state law, called "Megan's Law," requiring officials to notify a neighborhood when a child molester or other sex offender is released from prison and takes up residence in a community
How can I help?
There are many ways you can help. Become knowledgeable about Child abuse. Read some of the articles and know the signs of child abuse. If you suspect a child is being abused - try and talk to the child. Report it to the proper agency in your area. If you have a web site...give some of your space to this issue. Support the programs and organizations on the net that are helping abused children.
I used to be a renegade, I used to fool around But I couldn't take the punishment, and had to settle down Now I'm playing it real straight, and yes I cut my hair You might think I'm crazy, but I don't even care Because I can tell what's going on It's hip to be square I like my bands in business suits, I watch them on TV I'm working out most everyday and watching what I eat They tell me that it's good for me, but I don't even care I know that it's crazy I know that it's nowhere But there is no denying that It's hip to be square It's not too hard to figure out, you see it everyday And those that were the farthest out have gone the other way You see them on the freeway, It don't look like a lot of fun But don't you try to fight it; "An idea who's time has come." Don't tell me that I'm crazy Don't tell me I'm nowhere Take it from me It's hip to be square
I had just gotten home from work when the phone rang. Dale, my next door neighbor was calling me. He told me that he had a secret that he wanted to share with me. Normally, I would have been happy to go over and see what he had to show me. But I had just gotten off a long shift and I really didn't want to do much except get some sleep. When I told him how I felt, he begged me to come. He sounded so desperate, that I relented and got dressed and went over. I came through the back door. Dale was a bit of a pack rat and you could never know what he would be doing next with the odd stuff he bought and brought home. Mounds of computer paper decorated the livingroom today, last month, he had seemingly bought out the entire stock of an Oregon Thunder Egg dealer out in Madras, Oregon. He had stacked them so hapazardly, that the floor had given way in one spot and hundreds of pounds of the rocks had dropped into the basement. Now, the computer paper wouldn't do the same, but some of the stacks were so high as to present a hazzard of tipping over and burying a person alive in them. As I stood there, I heard his voice call out to me from the basement. Heading downstairs, I had to make room for Shark, Dales Huge Great Dane. A year after Dale had moved in, he had gone to the local animal shelter and found this dog and brought him home. I had sort of envied him, I had done the same some years ago and had cared for, and loved two male Labs. Sadly, they had both died just two years ago and I still had not gone to the dog shelter to try to find another to love. I just didn't want to again face the terrible feelings that had come to me after I had buried them. As he passed me, I got whapped on the side by the tail that I had told Dale he should have docked. Dale would laugh and then change the subject. Now, I could see row upon row of blinking lights. and Dale standing in the corner fiddling with a bunch of wires. As he worked, I stood there and watched him. Dale had admitted to me that he was gay. I told him that I was a zoo. Dales face fell a bit when I told him that. Later, when we got drunk one night, he admitted that he was sort of fond of me and would I fufill his fantasy? I told him that I wasn't into that sort of realtionship, He nodded and then continued to drink until he passed out. Lugging him to the taxi and then carting him home was easy. The real problem was when I got him in his house. He came around and then begged me to stay the night. I carefully told him that I just couldn't. That was the hardest point, because he started to cry. I sat with him for a couple more hours, then he fell asleep on the floor while still begging me to stay. I left the house and went to my own. My heart hurt for him, he was a nice guy and friendly. But I had drawn the line earlier in my life and that was the way it would stay. The next day, he apologized for what he said and did. I told him I understood. He dropped the subject from then on. Now, he finished and lifted the panel back into place. Flipping some switches, he stood there as a low whine started to come from the other side of the machine. Coming nearer to me his face was wreathed in a smile.
" What do you think?" He said.
" Nice" I replied. " But I thought that Christmas lights are supposed to be put outside." " Very funny." He snorted. " I think I have finally developed a way to cause a rip in time." I looked over the equipment. Mostly it was bargain basement stuff that most manufactures had thrown away or just dumped at a local auction. " But do you have the ability to sew it shut too?" I asked. Giving me a dirty look, he flipped a couple more switches and then stepped back to a ring-like device that had hundreds of wires wrapped or fastened to it. Carefully using a stick, he tossed it through the ring. The stick went through the ring and fell to the floor. Dale picked it up and tossed it through again. Nothing happened. Casting a worried look at the machine, he walked over and flipped a couple more switches. Throwing the stick again, it landed next to Shark who picked it up and brought it to him. With a growl, he took it and snapped it in half. Stomping over to a box on odds and ends. He picked up a small cube of metal. He then tossed this through the ring. Nothing happened. By this time, the whining from the machine started to hurt my ears. Shark was laying down now and had his paws covering his. Flipping a final switch, Dale stood near me and then wound up like a major league pitcher and threw the cube at the ring. I came to a couple of minutes later, smoke and flames were pouring from the machines and I couldn't find the fire extinguisher that he had. Grabbing Dale and Shark, I staggered up the stairs and out of the house. I heard shouting as I came out and laid them both on the lawn. The rescue squad arrived first and started trying to revive Dale. After thirty minutes, they gave up and covered his body. Shark had finally come to and was staggering all over the place. I grabbed him and took him to my place and then went back outside to tell the police what happened. By the time the fire department arrived, the house was totally involved and they didn't bother trying to fight the fire. About six hours later, they hauled off the equipment and Dales body also. Saddened by the loss of a good friend, I wearily walked back to my house. Sitting there, I had tears rolling from my eyes as I remembered him. I now sort of wished I had given into him that one night. Shaking my head, I knew that that sort of wish would no longer be possible. I heard a snort and looked up into the eyes of Shark as he stood there. Patting my lap, he came to me and licked my face. " Easy fellow, I'm sorry but I guess you're going to have to live with me now. Your owner has gone from here." I said. Shark cocked his head and looked at me. " I guess that I sort of screwed up the experiment, didn't I?" He said. I sat there, my eyes nearly poppng out of my head. His lips parted in a sort of doggy smile. " As to that time I wanted you to stay the night, care to take me up on it now?" He said. I leaned back and started laughing. He climbed halfway into my lap and I hugged his massive body. " I think I will." I said and then got up and followed him into the bedroom. That night, both of us found what we needed and wanted most of all.
I looked around. The landscape was unfamiliar. Susan and Paul said that this street ran into Green Street, where the Vertigo Club was, but they also said that if I came to a McDonalds I had gone too far. I should have asked for directions at my hotel, because the McDonalds was ahead, with no sign of Green Street. I was dressed to kill, for a night out in the town with my old college roommate and her boyfriend, across the country from where I lived. I had on a little black dress that fit my small curvy frame, and black high heel shoes. So you can get the picture into your head, I have dark blonde hair and green eyes. I'm 5'2 and weigh 116.
I turned around, and began strolling in the opposite direction at a quick pace, anxious to get to the club. It was getting dark, and I didn't like the looks of this neighborhood. Nobody was around. Suddenly, as I passed an alleyway, I felt a hand reach out and cup around my mouth.
My heart was pounding. I screamed into the man's hand, but he kept it tight over my mouth. He was strong and large, and I was frail and skinny. His other hand wrapped around my waist and he began to drag me back into the alley. I kicked at his legs to no avail. I noticed an open door at the back of the alley, and I grabbed his arm that was around my mouth with both of my hands, only I couldn't budge it. He got me inside the door and slammed it shut. His arm that was wrapped around my body tight squeezed harder, pressing the air out of me, while his hand squeezed my breasts - 36C a nice hefty handful for him.
The inside of the building was an old warehouse. I was surprised to see fifteen or so guys standing around, some of them playing dice, others smoking or drinking 40 oz beers, but I got the impression that they were just waiting here.
"I got one," my assailant said. The men gathered around. They were all sizes and colors, city kids in their late teens or early twenties. They looked unwashed and dangerous. The man took his hand off my mouth. He was white, but I couldn't turn around to see him.
"Hi, I'm Rick. Tell my boys your name, sweetheart."
"It's Marilyn. What are you planning to do to me?
"Well, Marilyn, we're going to fuck you silly and after that we'll see."
"You'll never make me," I shouted, trying to get away and get to the door. One of the guys hauled over a dirty mattress and dropped it on the floor next to me. His friends made room.
"Ok," Rick said, pausing, "If you don't want to fuck, you don't have to." He let me go. Surprised I turned and stared at him. He was a teenager, short, well under six feet, with bulky powerful muscles beneath a black T-shirt and black Raiders hat. His jeans were baggy, practically falling off. One of Rick's front teeth was gold, I noticed as he smiled.
The repulsive tooth gleamed at me. Suddenly, a big husky guy with a long beard pushed me into Rick. Rick shoved me hard into another one of his friends.
"I thought you said you'd let me go," I cried to him.
The guy pushed me to someone else and that kid shoved me back into Rick. They laughed at me as I tried to get away.
"Lemme see your purse," Rick said. Before I could react, he snatched it from me and handed it to a skinny guy next to him. I tried to follow what they were doing with it, but Rick slapped me across the face, hard.
"What can you do for us if I let you go?" he asked. "Get on your knees and blow me and I'll let you go home." With that, he unzipped his fly and pulled his semi-rigid dick out.
"Please, I'll do whatever you say, except for that, though. Please! Just let me go, OK?"
"Then blow me."
"Come on, you have my purse, please, you're not going to get away with this. Let me go home," I tried reasoning with them.
"Fine you dumb bitch," Rick punched me in the stomach and threw me down onto the mattress. He jumped on top of me.
I was crying and they were all screaming and yelling things like "Fuck the whore, fuck her!"
"No, no!" I pleaded. Rick's hand flew up my skirt. His other hand began to squeeze my tits, hard, mauling them. He kissed me, a brutal kiss on the lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I bit it.
He yelled out and spit blood onto the cement floor of the warehouse. The he punched me in the face. And again.
"Bitch!" I was too dazed to resist as he pried my legs open and fondled my crotch, grabbing between my legs. He yanked my black satin thong panties off with one hand. They looked tiny in his big meaty fists and it was then that I realized how helpless I was. He tossed them aside and pulled up my dress, one hand leaning on my shoulder to hold me down. I cried out, but didn't struggle. Some other guys came to hold me down, so Rick could get his jeans and boxers down to his knees. He shoved two fingers inside of me. I was dry, and I jumped a little bit.
Then Rick climbed between my legs and put his cock at my opening.
He shoved it hard into my dry cunt. I yelled out. The crowd of men started going crazy, making vulgar sounds and yelling. Rick grabbed my skinny shoulders with his thick hands and started pumping himself in and out of my body.
"Oh that hurts," I whimpered, "Please stop."
He was grunting and humping fucking like crazy. One of his hands was squeezing my ample chest through my dress. The other had a handful of my hair, which he pulled while he was rutting like a pig. In fact, his face got flushed and his nostrils widened. I felt sick to my stomach.
Through my tears, I saw the other guys laughing and cheering him on. Rick let go of my hair and stuck his middle finger up my asshole, causing me to cry out again. I tried to squirm away. He was banging me like a maniac, his powerful legs spreading me apart.
No-one had ever abused me this way before. "Please, please, stop, I'm begging you."
"Hold on," he growled, firing his load into my struggling body, squirting cum up into my belly, so much that a little leaked out onto my thighs. I fell it up in me, wet, with a warmth that wasn't mine, and smeared all over the inside of my thighs. He reached down and stopped a drop trickling out of me before it hit the mattress and rubbed it on my lips.
"Come on, try it, it tastes great," he laughed. I kept my mouth sealed, and he pulled out of me with a slurping sound.
Maybe it was over, I thought. Maybe he'll let me go.
The tall, tall skinny kid who had my purse before took Rick's place. His hair was reddish brown, and there was a permanent sneer attached to his face, it seemed. His pants were already off and he slid his dick into my now wet tunnel. The kid started fucking me, almost as hard as Rick did.
I couldn't believe this. I couldn't possibly take this again. I struggled against the hands holding me.
A fair haired man, also thin and wiry, probably in his mid-twenties gripped my blonde hair and pulled my head to the side so that I was staring at his bobbing cock.
I tried to bring a leg up to the red-headed kid's groin. He just smirked and punched me in the stomach.
"All right, Ray!" Rick yelled.
"Open up bitch," the blonde-haired guy instructed me. "Suck Greg's dick, come on now," he coaxed, like I was a misbehaving horse or something
"No, I'll bite it off," I gasped, while Ray was banging me silly.
Greg put a knife to my throat. "Do it."
Oh my god, a knife! I remembered thinking. I ceased struggling. He nicked my neck with the knife. It burned.
"Open!" he ordered, and I opened up my mouth. He put his long thin penis inside. I stared into his light colored pubic hair. "If you bite, I'll cut you till you ain't gonna win no beauty contests."
"SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!" the crowd chanted.
Quietly thankful that his cock wasn't too big, I began to suck him off. I felt Ray's jets of sperm gush inside of me. Thank God he was done.
"Ha-keem, Ha-keem, Ha-keem" the men started to repeat. I was confused, until I saw the big black man walking over out of the corner of my eye, his 11 inch cock fully erect in front of him. "Yeah, Dominican power," someone yelled, like this was a sporting event.
I popped Greg's dick out of my mouth, "No, I can't, I won't!!" He popped it back in and I continued sucking, fearfully trying to see what Hakeem was doing to me. One man held each of my quivering legs, while Hakeem eased down to mattress level.
I had to get out of here. This guy was going to rip me to shreds.
He put his long thick tool right at my slit. I felt a trickle of white goo run out and down my ass crack. I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't get pregnant. Hakeem shoved in as hard as he could. He slammed against my cervix, dazing me with the pain, as Greg shot his cum down my mouth. I gagged and tried to spit it out as I wiggled under the 11" cock.
Greg held my mouth closed, "Swallow, it's good for you."
Hakeem smiled at me while I was impaled on his long rod. He ripped my dress open. Shocked by the searing pain of that thing inside me, I swallowed down the load of cum. Another dick, long and thick was shoved down my throat immediately. I felt Hakeems balls slap against my asshole. He suddenly blew his load all over my insides, until it was leaking onto the mattress, and pulled out.
Rick took his place. The men pulled my legs way back. Not a second time, I thought.
"Guess what I'm going to do?" He put his cock at the rim of my pink asshole lips.
"No, no, please, just take my money, not that!"
The man in my mouth pulled his cock out and sprayed sticky cum all over my face, hair and breasts.
No-one'd ever fucked me in the ass before. Rick drove into me, showing no mercy to my bottom. My sphincter protested and spasmed as he went deep. "Oh yeah," he crowed.
I screamed as he stretched my ass with his big cock. My open mouth was filled with a third cock. Rick pulled out and drove back in, raping my ass. It hurt so bad. When I came to, he was filling my bowels with a load of semen. "I'm done for a little while," he told his men.
I felt cum in every orifice of my body. They ripped off the shreds of my dress and unsnapped my bra. Hands turned me over. Someone entered my doggy-style. I cried out again as he entered me. He rode me like one would ride a horse, making my hips buck against his. He wasn't quite as painful as Rick in my ass though. Another man was at the front, his dick in my face. The man behind me came in me and was replaced by another man, then another.
A guy laid down on the mattress. "Straddle me," he commanded. At this point I obeyed his orders. When I was on top of him, with him in my cunt, another guy entered my asshole. Then a dick was stuffed in my mouth, so I had three in me at once. I knew there was nothing I could do but submit. The hours dragged by. I gave blowjobs until my mouth was sore and wouldn't stay open anymore. I took cock after cock in my pussy.
They fucked me in every degrading position they could think of, spraying cum inside of me and all over me until my hair and face were slick with it and my pubic hair was matted with white globs. I wasn't struggling at all anymore, I was just letting them fuck me however they like. They banged my ass until I was screaming in pain with every thrust. I had never seen so much cum or felt so much agony in my life. It seemed like they all had at least two turns at me.
When they were done, I got up. My panties were nowhere to be found. I buckled my bra back on and put my torn dress on, trying to make it cover me decently, but finding it impossible. The men were not paying much attention to me, lying around tired or drinking. I was an old toy that was broken now. I got up. Then I felt a stinging lash on the back of my bare legs. It was Rick, swinging his leather belt and laughing. The men all seemed to come to life. I was crouched in the fetal position on the mattress. Blows and boot kicks came raining down on me. They wrenched my head away so that a punch split my lips. Someone kicked me in the face and it all blacked out for a second. They beat me up until they were bored with that too, and then they dumped me onto the cold rough floor of the warehouse, throwing the mattress aside. I saw, through tears and swollen eyes, all the men pull out their penises. They pissed on me, the stinging liquid soaking into my bruised and cut skin. They joked and laughed. Fifteen guys drinking forties makes a lot of piss. I was drenched. I lay in the puddle until they went away, then got up, trying not to slip and fall back down into the yellow urine. Rick opened up the door for me. I was crying harder then before, because I thought that I was going to get to leave. Instead I got beat up and pissed on.
"Club Vertigo. Take your second left. It's your first right off of Montgomery. Green Street it's called. You can't miss it."
I didn't ask how he knew where I was going. "I'm free to go?" My face was bruised and I was dripping with piss. I felt cum leaking down my leg.
He nodded and I turned around and left. It was almost midnight now. I walked into the McDonalds and the clerk called the police. They went back to the warehouse, but of course there was no-one there. The officer said that he had complaints about the place before, said that it was used as a crackhouse and a hangout for gangs. They never caught them. The rest of my vacation was spent in the hospital with Susan and Paul visiting.
Well, we were just another band out of Boston On the road to try to make ends meet Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars And we practiced right on out in the street No, we didn't have much money We barely made enough to survive But when we got up on stage and got ready to play People came alive.
Rock and roll band Everybody's waitin' Gettin' crazy Anticipating love and music Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dancin' in the streets of Hyannis We were getting pretty good at the game People stood in line and didn't seem to mind You know everybody knew our name Livin' on rock-n-roll music Never worry 'bout the things we were missing When we got up on the stage and got ready to play Everybody'd listen.
Rock and roll band Everybody's waitin' Gettin' crazy Anticipating love and music Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Playin' for a week in Rhode Island A man came to the stage one night He smoked a big cigar Drove a Cadillac car And said, "Boys, I think this bands outta-sight Sign a record company contract You know I've got great expectations When I hear you on the car radio You're goin' to be a sensation!"
Rock and roll band Everybody's waitin' Gettin' crazy Anticipating love and music Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's been such a long time I think I should be goin', yeah And time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin' Sail on, on a distant highway I've got to keep on chasin' a dream I've gotta be on my way Wish there was something I could say.
Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' on You'll forget about me after I've been gone And I take what I find, I don't want no more It's just outside of your front door.
It's been such a long time. It's been such a long time.
Well I get so lonely when I am without you But in my mind, deep in my mind, I can't forget about you Good times, and faces that remind me I'm tryin' to forget your name and leave it all behind me You're comin' back to find me.
Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' on You'll forget about me after I'v e been gone And I take what I find, I don't want no more It's just outside of y our front door.
It's been such a long time. It's been such a long time.
Yeah. It's been such a long time, I think I should be goin', yeah And time dosnt wait for me, it keeps on rollin' There's a long road, I've gotta stay in time with I've got to keep on chasin' that dream, though I may never find it I'm always just behind it.
Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along Takin' my time, just movin' along Takin' my time, takin' my time...
A: The answer is 99.9% NO! If you have to ask, the question for you is moot. If you didn't grow up in a neighborhood where it was used on your front porch about *you* by your friends, then don't even try it.
Q: 32b. If black people say 'nigger' and not be racist, why not whites?
A: The best analogy I can come up with (for white folks) is this: What does your father call your mother when they are having sex? Even if I was your best friend in the world, you would never want me to call your mother that name. She probably wouldn't even want her second husband to call her that. That is the level of intimacy 'my nigger' connotes.
Which also serves as a lesson to African Americans. You cannot assume that black folks don't mind the use of the word in the casual form.
The bottom line truth is that 'nigger' is a white supremacist epithet. Who uses it does not change, and will never change that history. Nigger is always disrespectful.
A: 32c. What about 'my niggaz'?
A: That is between you and your niggaz. We don't know you that well. You don't know us that well.
Q: 32d. Some black folks call everybody niggers. What about that?
A: What about it?
Q: 32e. What about the use of the word in an artistic context?
A: That is subjective. Take the two cases:
Art Imitates Life: 'reality rap' Real people use the word in real life. There is no reason art should not imitate life. If the word is used gratuitously, then it is obviously disrespectful.
Life Imitates Art: 'message music' here is a good example
David Nelson, one of the first members of The Last Poets, authored "Die, Nigger." He explains that it was about how "the nigger needs to die so that black folks can take over." After NWA sampled and completely misused (from a contextual viewpoint) "Die, Nigger", Nelson wrote his response:
"It's about nigger and Niger, the difference between a mule and a tiger It's about Niger and nigger and the difference is getting bigger 'Cause the mule works hard in the heat of day, foolishly giving his work away The tiger waits in the cool of the night, waiting for his prey to come into sight."
A sound criticism of an artistic work cannot be made soley on the use of the word.
Now I'm not like this, I'm really kind of shy But I get this feeling whenever you walk by I don't wanna down you, I wanna make you high If you you could see your way to me, come on and let me try. Let me take you home tonight Mamma now it's alright Let me take you home tonight I'll show you sweet delight. You must understand this, I've watched you for so long that I feel I've known you, I know it can't be wrong If we just get together, I want to make you see I'm dreaming of your sweet love tonight, so mamma let it be Let me take you home tonight Mamma now it's alright Let me take you home tonight I'll show you sweet delight. I don't wanna make excuses, I don't wanna lie I just got to get loose With you tonight Let me take you home tonight Mamma now it's alright Let me take you home tonight I'll show you sweet delight. I don't wanna make excuses, I don't wanna lie I just got to get loose With you tonight I don't wanna down you, I wanna make you high And I get this feeling whenever you walk by If we just get together, I wanna make you see I'm dreamin' of your sweet love tonight, so mamma let it be. Let me take you home tonight Mamma now it's alright Let me take you home tonight I'll show you sweet delight I wanna show you sweet delight, show ya sweet delight Pretty mamma wanna show ya sweet delight Let me take you home tonight You know I wanna take you home Let me take you home tonight I don't wanna be alone Let me take you home tonight Let me take you home tonight Let me take you home tonight
Well come on All you people The time has come to get together You gotta have a little rock 'n' roll music To get you through the stormy weather And do whatever you feel When you let go Nothin's gonna help you more than rock 'n' roll
So come on, put you hands together You know it's now or never Take a chance on rock 'n' roll
Ooo are you feelin' satisfied Come on let us give your mind a ride Ooo are you ready tonight Come on let us give your mind a ride You can do what you like Come on let us give your mind a ride
Oh that funky feelin' Is what you need to get you through You oughta know I'll tell you somethin' Don't let your troubles get to you 'Cause win or lose it's alright Well take control And nothin's gonna help you more than rock 'n' roll
So come on Put you hands together You know it's now or never Take a chance on rock 'n' roll
Ooo are you feelin' satisfied Come on let us give your mind a ride Ooo are you ready tonight Come on let us give your mind a ride You can do what you like Come on let us give your mind a ride
by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers {Greatest Hits}
she grew up in an Indiana town had a good lookin' momma, never was around but she grew up tall, and she grew up right with them Indiana boys on an Indiana night
when she moved down here at the age of 18 she blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen I was introduced, and we both started groovin' she said "I dig you, baby, but I gotta keep movin'" on keep movin' on
last dance with Mary Jane one more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again
I don't know, but I been told you never slow down, you'll never grow old tired of screwing up, tired of going down tired of myself, tired of this town
oh, my my oh, Hell yes honey, put on that party dress buy me a drink sing me a song take me as I come, cause I can't stay long
last dance with Mary Jane one more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again
there's pigeons now, on Market Square she's standing in her underwear looking down from a hotel room nightfall will be coming soon
oh, my my oh, Hell yes you gotta put on that party dress it was too cold to cry when I woke up alone I hit the last number, I walked to the road
last dance with Mary Jane one more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again
Posted by timothy on Tuesday August 28, @07:59PM
from the 130.49.77.223 dept.
Slashback tonight with more on the Linux anniversary (thanks to the guys from C4 Solutions for the microfeast celebration, at which we did mention that it was the anniversary), Brian K. West and the Good Samaritan story, booting really really fast, and more.
Posted by timothy on Tuesday August 28, @07:59PM
from the 130.49.77.223 dept.
Slashback tonight with more on the Linux anniversary (thanks to the guys from C4 Solutions for the microfeast celebration, at which we did mention that it was the anniversary), Brian K. West and the Good Samaritan story, booting really really fast, and more.
Just heard this song, got me in the mood to FUCK
on
Ethernet MP3 Player
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· Score: -1, Offtopic
You gave me love
You did me wrong
Didn't know what to do
But baby I'm strong
I'll get over you
A new boy I'm gonna choose
My love was true
You threw it all away
Other guys will have me
They'll appreciate my love
How does it feel
You know that I needed you
You know that you meant the world to me
You know I had to have you
Now I'm gonna find somebody new
I'm looking for a new love baby
A new love Yea yea yea yeah
What she got does she turn you on
Curiosity rules my brain
Bet she wouldn't mind if we're all apart
Are you going back again, tell me
My love was true but you threw it all away
Now your like the rest unworthy of my best
I still miss ya, baby
You know that I needed you
You know that you meant the world to me
You know I had to have you
Now I'm gonna find somebody else
Other guys will have me
They'll appreciate my love
How does it feel
Now your like the rest unworthy of my best
I'm looking for a new love baby
A new love
I'm looking for a new love baby
A new love
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This is a step-by-step guide on how to break down the human body from the full figure into serviceable choice cuts of meat. As in any field, there are a number of methods to the practice, and you may wish to view this as a set of suggestions rather than concrete rules. You will notice that the carving of the larger or "commercial" cuts down into smaller specific or "retail" cuts will be only mentioned in passing, and not concentrated upon. Also, the use of human fat and viscera is generally avoided, and left only to the most experimental chef. These choices, along with recipes and serving suggestions, are nearly infinite in variety, and we leave them to you. We've found these guidelines to be simple and functional, but recognize that there is always room for improvement and we welcome your suggestions.
Before getting to the main task, it must be mentioned that the complete rendering of the human carcass requires a fairly large amount of time, effort, and space. If the consumer does not wish to go through the ordeal of processing and storing the bulk of the entire animal, an easy alternative is as follows. Simply saw through one or both legs at the points directly below the groin and a few inches above the knee. Once skinned, these portions may then be cut into round steaks of the carver's preferred thickness, cut into fillets, deboned for a roast, etc. Meat for several meals is thus readily obtained without the need for gutting and the complexities of preparing the entire form.
The human being (also referred to throughout culinary history as "long pig" and "hairless goat" in the case of younger specimens) is not generally thought of as a staple food source. Observing the anatomy and skeleton, one can see that the animal is neither built nor bred for its meat, and as such will not provide nearly as much flesh as a pig or cow (for example, an average 1000 pound steer breaks down to provide 432 pounds of saleable beef). The large central pelvis and broad shoulder blades also interfere with achieving perfect cuts. There are advantages to this however, especially due to the fact that the typical specimen will weigh between 100-200 pounds, easily manipulated by one person with sufficient leverage.
Here the caution in choosing your meal must be mentioned. It is VERY IMPORTANT to remember that animals raised for slaughter are kept in tightly controlled environments with their health and diet carefully maintained. Humans are not. Thus not only is the meat of each person of varying quality, but people are also subject to an enormous range of diseases, infections, chemical imbalances, and poisonous bad habits, all typically increasing with age. Also as an animal ages, the meat loses its tenderness, becoming tough and stringy. No farm animal is ever allowed to age for thirty years. Six to thirteen months old is a more common slaughtering point. You will obviously want a youthful but mature physically fit human in apparently good health. A certain amount of fat is desirable as "marbling" to add a juicy, flavorful quality to the meat. We personally prefer firm caucasian females in their early twenties. These are "ripe". But tastes vary, and it is a very large herd.
The butcher will need a fairly roomy space in which to work (an interior location is suggested), and a large table for a butcher's block. A central overhead support will need to be chosen or installed ahead of time to hang the carcass from. Large tubs or barrels for blood and waste trimmings should be convenient, and a water source close by. Most of the work can be done with a few simple tools: sharp, clean short and long bladed knives, a cleaver or hatchet, and a hacksaw.
Body Preparation: Acquiring your subject is up to you. For best results and health, freshness is imperative. A living human in captivity is optimal, but not always available. When possible make sure the animal has no food for 48 hours, but plenty of water. This fasting helps flush the system, purging stored toxins and bodily wastes, as well as making bleeding and cleaning easier. Under ideal conditions, the specimen will then be stunned into insensitivity. Sharp unexpected blows to the head are best, tranquilizers not being recommended as they may taint the flavor of the meat. If this is not possible without exciting the animal and causing a struggle (which will pump a greater volume of blood and secretions such as adrenaline throughout the body), a single bullet through the middle of the forehead or back of the skull will suffice.
Hanging: Once the animal is unconscious or dead, it is ready to be hoisted. Get the feet up first, then the hands, with the head down. This is called the "Gein configuration". Simple loops of rope may be tied around the hands and feet and then attached to a crossbar or overhead beam. Or, by making a cut behind the Achilles tendon, a meathook may be inserted into each ankle for hanging support. The legs should be spread so that the feet are outside the shoulders, with the arms roughly parallel to the legs. This provides access to the pelvis, and keeps the arms out of the way in a ready position for removal. It's easiest to work if the feet are slightly above the level of the butcher's head.
Bleeding: Place a large open vessel beneath the animal's head. With a long-bladed knife, start at one corner of the jaw and make a deep "ear-to-ear" cut through the neck and larynx to the opposite side. This will sever the internal and external carotid arteries, the major blood vessels carrying blood from the heart to the head, face, and brain. If the animal is not yet dead, this will kill it quickly, and allow for the blood to drain in any case. After the initial rush of blood, the stream should be controllable and can be directed into a receptacle. Drainage can be assisted by massaging the extremities down in the direction of the trunk, and by compressing and releasing, "pumping", the stomach. A mature specimen will contain almost six liters of blood. There is no use for this fluid, unless some source is waiting to use it immediately for ritual purposes. It acts as an emetic in most people if drunk, and it must be mentioned here that because of the eternal possibility of AIDS it is recommended that for safety's sake all blood should be considered to be contaminated and disposed of in some fashion. It is not known whether an HlV-infected human's flesh is dangerous even if cooked, but this is another item to consider when choosing a specimen, someone in the low-risk strata.
Beheading: When the bleeding slows, preparation for decapitation can be started. Continue the cut to the throat around the entire neck, from the jawline to the back of the skull. Once muscle and ligament have been sliced away, the head can be cleanly removed by gripping it on either side and twisting it off, separation occurring where the spinal cord meets the skull. This is indicative of the method to be used for dividing other bones or joints, in that the meat should generally be cut through first with a knife, and the exposed bone then separated with a saw or cleaver. The merits of keeping the skull as a trophy are debatable for two principal reasons. First, a human skull may call suspicious attention to the new owner. Secondly, thorough cleaning is difficult due to the large brain mass, which is hard to remove without opening the skull. The brain is not good to eat. Removing the tongue and eyes, skinning the head, and placing it outside in a wire cage may be effective. The cage allows small scavengers such as ants and maggots to cleanse the flesh from the bones, while preventing it being carried off by larger scavengers, such as dogs and children. After a sufficient period of time, you may retrieve the skull and boil it in a dilute bleach solution to sterilize it and wash away any remaining tissue.
Skinning: After removing the head, wash the rest of the body down. Because there is no major market for human hides, particular care in removing the skin in a single piece is not necessary, and makes the task much easier. The skin is in fact a large organ, and by flaying the carcass you not only expose the muscular configuration, but also get rid of the hair and the tiny distasteful glands which produce sweat and oil. A short-bladed knife should be used to avoid slicing into muscle and viscera. The skin is composed of two layers, an outer thinner one with a thicker tissue layer below it. When skinning, first score the surface, cutting lightly to be sure of depth and direction. The diagram of the skinning pattern is an example of strip-style skinning, dividing the surface into portions easy to handle. Reflect the skin by lifting up and peeling back with one hand, while bringing the knife in as flat to the skin as possible to cut away connective tissue. The external genitals present only a small obstacle. In the male the penis and scrotum can be pulled away from the body and severed, in the female the outer lips skinned as the rest of the body. It is important to leave the anus untouched at this point, and a circle of skin should be left around it. You need not bother skinning the hands and feet, these portions not being worth the effort unless you plan to pickle them or use them in soup. The skin can be disposed of, or made into fried rinds. Boil the strips and peel away the outer layer, then cut into smaller pieces and deep-fat fry in boiling oil until puffy and crisp. Dust with garlic salt, paprika and cayenne pepper.
Gutting: The next major step is complete evisceration of the carcass. To begin, make a cut from the solar plexus, the point between the breastbone and stomach, almost to the anus. Be very careful not to cut into the intestines, as this will contaminate the surrounding area with bacteria and possibly feces (if this does happen, cleanse thoroughly). A good way to avoid this is to use the knife inside the abdominal wall, blade facing toward you, and making cautious progress.
Make a cut around the anus, or "bung", and tie it off with twine. This also prevents contamination, keeping the body from voiding any material left in the bowel. With a saw, cut through the pubic bone, or "aitch". The lower body is now completely open, and you can begin to pull the organ masses (large and small intestines, kidneys, liver, stomach) out and cut them away from the back wall of the body.
For the upper torso, first cut through the diaphragm around the inner surface of the carcass. This is the muscular membrane which divides the upper, or thoracic, and the lower abdominal cavities. Remove the breastbone, cutting down to the point on each side where it connects to the ribs, and then sawing through and detaching it from the collar bone. Some prefer to cut straight through the middle, depending on the ideas you have for cuts in the final stages. The heart and lungs may be detached and the throat cut into to remove the larynx and trachea. Once all of the inner organs have been removed, trim away any blood vessels or remaining pieces of connective tissue from the interior of the carcass, and wash out thoroughly.
Remove the Arms: Actual butchering of the carcass is now ready to begin. Cut into the armpit straight to the shoulder, and remove the arm bone, the humerus, from the collar bone and shoulder blade. Chop the hand off an inch or so above the wrist. Most of the meat here is between elbow and shoulder, as the muscle groups are larger here and due to the fact that there are two bones in the forearm. Another way of cutting this portion is to cut away the deltoid muscle from the upper arm near the shoulder (but leaving it attached to the trunk) before removing the limb. This decreases the percentage of useable meat on the arm, but allows a larger shoulder strip when excising the shoulder blade. Purely a matter of personal preference. Cut into and break apart the joint of the elbow, and the two halves of each arm are now ready for carving servings from. Human flesh should always be properly cooked before eating.
Halving the Carcass: The main body is now ready to be split. Some like to saw straight through the spine from buttocks to neck. This leaves the muscle fiber encasing the vertebrae on the end of the ribs. The meat here however is tightly wrapped about the bone, and we find it more suitable (if used at all) when boiled for soup. Thus, our preferred method is to completely remove the entire backbone by cutting and then sawing down either side from the tailbone on through.
Quartering the Carcass: The halves may now be taken down, unless your preparation table or butcher block is very short. This is inadequate, and you will have to quarter while hanging, slicing through the side at a point of your choosing between rib cage and pelvis. Now is also the time to begin thinking about how you would like to serve the flesh, as this will determine the style of cuts you are about to make. These will also be greatly affected by the muscular configuration (physical fitness) of your specimen. First, chop the feet off at a point about three inches up from the ankle. The bones are very thick where the leg connects to the foot. You will want to divide the side of meat into two further principal portions: the ribs and shoulder, and the half-pelvis and leg. In between is the "flank" or belly, which may be used for fillets or steaks, if thick enough, or even bacon strips if you wish to cut this thinly. Thin and wide strips of flesh may also be rolled, and cooked to serve as a roast. Trim away along the edge of the ribs, and then decide whether you will cut steaks from the flank into the thighs and rump, and carve accordingly.
Cutting the Top Quarter: Although not actually 25% of the meat you will get, this is designated as one-fourth of the carcass as divided into major portions. You may trim away the neck, or leave it to be connected with the shoulder, or "chuck". The first major step with this mass is to remove the shoulder blade and the collar bone. The best and easiest way we have found is to just cut along the outline of the shoulder blade, removing the meat on top and then dislocating the large bone. To excise the collar bone make an incision along its length and then cut and pry it away. Depending upon the development of the breast, you may decide it qualifies as a "brisket" and remove it before cutting the ribs. In the female the breast is composed largely of glands and fatty tissue, and despite its appetizing appearance is rather inedible. The ribs are the choice cut of the quarter. An perennial favorite for barbecuing, you may divide into sections of several ribs each and cook them as is, divide the strip in half for shorter ribs, or even carve rib steaks if the muscle mass is sufficient.
Cutting the Lower Quarter: This is where most of the meat is, humans being upright animals. The muscle mass is largest in the legs and rump. The bulk is so comparatively large here that you can do just about anything with it. The main pieces are the buttock or rump and the upper leg, the thigh. Our typical division is to cut the leg off at the bottom of the buttock, then chop away the bony mass of the knee, at places two to three inches away in either direction. Before doing this, however, you may want to remove the whole calf muscle from the back of the lower leg, as this is the best cut in its area. The upper leg is now ready for anything, most especially some beautiful, thick round steaks. The rump will have to be carved from the pelvis in a rather triangular piece. The legs attach at the hip at a forward point on the body, so there will be little interference as you carve along the curve of the pelvis. Remaining meat will be on the thighs in front of the pelvis.
And that's basically it. An average freezer provides plenty of storage space, or you may even wish to build a simple old-fashioned smokehouse (just like an outhouse, with a stone firepit instead of a shitter). Offal and other waste trimmings can be disposed of in a number of ways, burial, animal feed, and puree and flush being just a few. Bones will dry and become brittle after being baked an oven, and can be pulverized.
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IMLAY CITY - Little Ashlee Tallis toddled around the apartment pushing her purple and pink plastic grocery cart and smiling like she didn't have a care in the world.
Just 18 months old, she's too young to understand the burden on the shoulders of her parents, Dan and Dina Tallis of Imlay City. Since Ashlee had her first seizure at 9 months old, she spent time in four hospitals and underwent countless tests before her parents found out what was causing the daily seizures and what it would take to control them for the rest of her life.
The cause is hyperammonemia, one of the rarest forms of hyperinsulinism, a genetic disease in which the pancreas makes too much insulin.
There is no cure, but the disease can be controlled through daily glucose testing, regular visits to the hospital for checkups, a special diet, and taking a medication for the rest of her life that not only tastes terrible but causes lethargy and excessive hair growth. The side effect is dubbed werewolf syndrome.
"At one point, she was having 10 seizures a day," said Dina Tallis, 27. She said her daughter would lose all muscle control and be as limp as a little rag doll. "Her teeth were chattering - almost like insulin shock."
Life expectancy is normal if the disease is diagnosed and treated aggressively before brain damage occurs. Testing indicates Ashlee's brain is normal, but she's still at risk for such long-term problems as delayed development, seizures, cerebral palsey and blindness.
"This is nasty," said Dr. Paul S. Thornton, director of the hyperinsulinism program at the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, where Ashlee was treated.
But the Tallis family has been buoyed by an outpouring of community support. Teachers in the Imlay City School District, where Dina teaches kindergarten, made a care package of snacks and books for the family's trip to Philadelphia, and the Imlay City United Methodist Church has scheduled an April 12 dinner to benefit the family.
The family has health insurance but has used up its savings for gas, hotel rooms and other expenses as they took off work to be with Ashlee. Dan Tallis, 34, is a meter reader for Detroit Edison.
"We tried really hard to be independent people, but it's hard when there are so many things working against you," said Dina, through tears.
Road to discovery
The Tallises believe the seizures began when they switched Ashlee's bottle from formula to milk. Unbeknownst to them, the milk and other high-protein foods were making their baby sicker.
"There were days when she would eat a whole plate of scrambled eggs," Dan Tallis said. "We look back now and we were basically poisoning her."
They also recall their baby seemed fussier than most, likely because she felt miserable much of the time.
"Her body was in turmoil," Dina said.
Ashlee suffered through a myriad of tests, some more painful to her parents than to her, while doctors tried to determine what was wrong. During some tests, Dina said, she would have to leave the room rather than watch.
"She got her fingers and toes picked a thousand times," her father said. The hardest time for him was when they had to put her to sleep for an invasive test.
"I was holding her and she looked at me like, 'What's going on?' It's hard. As a parent you want to take care of her," he said.
Ashlee was diagnosed with hyperinsulinism in Michigan months ago, but the treatment wasn't helping. So Dina and Dan went on the Internet - where they originally met - and did their own research. It led them to the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, one of the world's leaders in research, diagnosis and treatment of hyperinsulinism.
After two weeks at the hospital, doctors confirmed Ashlee had hyperammonemia, one of the rarest of the four types of hyperinsulinism. It's triggered by eating protein or prolonged fasting, Thornton said.
Thornton, who will visit Flint May 17 to speak to endocrinologists from around the state about diagnosis and treatment of hyperinsulinism, said Ashlee's type is so rare he couldn't estimate the number of cases diagnosed. He has seen only 10-15 cases at Children's Hospital in the last 10 years.
'Adapt and overcome'
But with the joy of having a complete diagnosis also came the disappointment that Ashlee was not a candidate for a pancreatectomy, in which a diseased part of the pancreas is removed, because her entire pancreas is diseased. Instead, doctors doubled the dose of the medicine Diazoxide, which blocks the secretion of insulin but also causes werewolf syndrome.
Ashlee, who has locks of curly, sandy blond hair, was bald nine months ago when she started on the medication. Now, excess hair - hardly noticeable because of its light color - grows along her jaw line, on her forehead, down her back and on her legs.
Doctors told the Tallises they can shave her, but with all she has to endure, including four daily blood-sugar finger pricks, her dad said that will be addressed when it gets to be an issue with her peers.
The important thing now is to find out how to best meet her nutrition needs. They are working with an endocrinologist at Hurley Medical Center and have an appointment later this month with a dietitian.
She is allowed some protein, but her daily allotment is nearly taken up with four bottles of milk.
"She's living on pasta and applesauce," Dan said.
But with all the downsides to the diagnosis, the Tallises are relieved to finally know the prognosis and treatment. Dina said they get their emotional strength from their "tough" little daughter.
The Tallises say they don't waste energy or emotions blaming themselves. Their mission now is to help other parents get a quick and accurate diagnosis so they don't waste precious time. They plan to start the campaign by printing informational pamphlets for clinics.
"We don't feel we're unlucky. She's a beautiful little girl with some problems," Dan said.
"Our family motto is 'adapt and overcome,' " he said, and stroked Ashlee's curly locks as she nodded off to sleep in her mother's arms.
It is official; Netcraft confirms: Ted Coppel is dying
One more crippling bombshell hit the already beleaguered Ted Coppel community when IDC confirmed that Ted Coppel market share has dropped yet again, now down to less than a fraction of 1 percent of all servers. Coming on the heels of the latest Netcraft survey which plainly states that Ted Coppel has lost more market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. Ted Coppel is collapsing in complete disarray, as further exemplified by failing dead last [samag.com] in the recent Sys Admin comprehensive networking test.
You don't need to be a Kreskin [amdest.com] to predict Ted Coppel's future. The hand writing is on the wall: Ted Coppel faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any future at all for Ted Coppel because Ted Coppel is dying. Things are looking very bad for Ted Coppel. As many of us are already aware, Ted Coppel continues to lose market share. Red ink flows like a river of blood. FreeBSD is the most endangered of them all, having lost 93% of its core developers.
Let's keep to the facts and look at the numbers.
All major surveys show that Ted Coppel has steadily declined in market share. Ted Coppel is very sick and its long term survival prospects are very dim. If Ted Coppel is to survive at all it will be among OS dilettante dabblers. Ted Coppel continues to decay. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, Ted Coppel is dead.
Fact: Ted Coppel is dead
What you will find here:
How serious is Child Molesting?
How many child molesters are there?
How many children will be molested?
How can I tell if a child is being abused?
What should I do if a child tells me they are being abused?
What is anyone doing about this?
What can I do to help?
Child molestation is a national crisis. and 1 in every 42 children will become a missing child. There is one child molester per square mile.
Reports of child abuse continue to climb at a steady rate. In 1995, child abuse reports rose 1.7% exceeding 3.1 million.
There are 63,000 convicted first-time offenders of child molestation in California alone. Statistics show that these offenders are four times more likely than other violent criminals to recommit their crime.
Four million child molesters reside in the US.
A typical child molester will abuse between 30 and 60 children before they are arrested and will molester 380 during their lifetime
One1 out of every 3 girls and 1 out of every 7 boys will be molested at least once before the age of 18.
How can I tell if a child is being abused?
Most children are afraid to tell and will quickly justify any marks on their bodies. Even though a child may not talk about abuse, their behavior may indicate that something is wrong.
Some signs to look for:
Acting-out behavior--a child may be angry and become aggressive
Sleep disturbances, bedwetting, or nightmares
New fears toward a particular person or place
Unusual knowledge of sexual activities
Bruises, cuts, redness, or swelling
What should I do if a child tells me they are being abused?
If a child does tells you about abuse, it is a large step for them to take and handling it properly should help the child be reasurred that it was okay to tell.
Firstly, stay calm, find a private place to talk, quietly explain to the child that it was good for them to tell someone. Reassure them that you believe them and use the same words as the child to show that you understand and that you have heard them and are listening. Reassure the child that it is not their fault, and quickly report the abuse to your local
Child Protection Agency or police. If you think that the child is hurt, go to the nearest emergency room.
What is anyone doing about this?
The U.S. Dept. of Justice is helping New Jersey defend a state law, called "Megan's Law," requiring officials to notify a neighborhood when a child molester or other sex offender is released from prison and takes up residence in a community
How can I help?
There are many ways you can help.
Become knowledgeable about Child abuse.
Read some of the articles and know the signs of child abuse.
If you suspect a child is being abused - try and talk to the child.
Report it to the proper agency in your area.
If you have a web site...give some of your space to this issue.
Support the programs and organizations on the net that are helping abused children.
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I used to be a renegade, I used to fool around
But I couldn't take the punishment, and had to settle down
Now I'm playing it real straight, and yes I cut my hair
You might think I'm crazy, but I don't even care
Because I can tell what's going on
It's hip to be square
I like my bands in business suits, I watch them on TV
I'm working out most everyday and watching what I eat
They tell me that it's good for me, but I don't even care
I know that it's crazy
I know that it's nowhere
But there is no denying that
It's hip to be square
It's not too hard to figure out, you see it everyday
And those that were the farthest out have gone the other way
You see them on the freeway, It don't look like a lot of fun
But don't you try to fight it; "An idea who's time has come."
Don't tell me that I'm crazy
Don't tell me I'm nowhere
Take it from me
It's hip to be square
I had just gotten home from work when the phone rang. Dale, my next
door neighbor was calling me. He told me that he had a secret that he
wanted to share with me.
Normally, I would have been happy to go over and see what he had to
show me. But I had just gotten off a long shift and I really didn't
want to do much except get some sleep.
When I told him how I felt, he begged me to come. He sounded so
desperate, that I relented and got dressed and went over.
I came through the back door. Dale was a bit of a pack rat and you
could never know what he would be doing next with the odd stuff he
bought and brought home.
Mounds of computer paper decorated the livingroom today, last month,
he had seemingly bought out the entire stock of an Oregon Thunder Egg
dealer out in Madras, Oregon. He had stacked them so hapazardly, that
the floor had given way in one spot and hundreds of pounds of the
rocks had dropped into the basement.
Now, the computer paper wouldn't do the same, but some of the stacks
were so high as to present a hazzard of tipping over and burying a
person alive in them. As I stood there, I heard his voice call out to
me from the basement.
Heading downstairs, I had to make room for Shark, Dales Huge Great
Dane. A year after Dale had moved in, he had gone to the local animal
shelter and found this dog and brought him home. I had sort of envied
him, I had done the same some years ago and had cared for, and loved
two male Labs.
Sadly, they had both died just two years ago and I still had not gone
to the dog shelter to try to find another to love. I just didn't want
to again face the terrible feelings that had come to me after I had
buried them.
As he passed me, I got whapped on the side by the tail that I had told
Dale he should have docked. Dale would laugh and then change the
subject. Now, I could see row upon row of blinking lights. and Dale
standing in the corner fiddling with a bunch of wires.
As he worked, I stood there and watched him. Dale had admitted to me
that he was gay. I told him that I was a zoo. Dales face fell a bit
when I told him that.
Later, when we got drunk one night, he admitted that he was sort of
fond of me and would I fufill his fantasy? I told him that I wasn't
into that sort of realtionship, He nodded and then continued to drink
until he passed out. Lugging him to the taxi and then carting him home
was easy. The real problem was when I got him in his house.
He came around and then begged me to stay the night. I carefully told
him that I just couldn't. That was the hardest point, because he
started to cry. I sat with him for a couple more hours, then he fell
asleep on the floor while still begging me to stay.
I left the house and went to my own. My heart hurt for him, he was a
nice guy and friendly. But I had drawn the line earlier in my life and
that was the way it would stay.
The next day, he apologized for what he said and did. I told him I
understood. He dropped the subject from then on.
Now, he finished and lifted the panel back into place.
Flipping some switches, he stood there as a low whine started to come
from the other side of the machine. Coming nearer to me his face was
wreathed in a smile.
" What do you think?" He said.
" Nice" I replied. " But I thought that Christmas lights are supposed
to be put outside." " Very funny." He snorted. " I think I have
finally developed a way to cause a rip in time." I looked over the
equipment. Mostly it was bargain basement stuff that most manufactures
had thrown away or just dumped at a local auction.
" But do you have the ability to sew it shut too?" I asked.
Giving me a dirty look, he flipped a couple more switches and then
stepped back to a ring-like device that had hundreds of wires wrapped
or fastened to it. Carefully using a stick, he tossed it through the
ring.
The stick went through the ring and fell to the floor. Dale picked it
up and tossed it through again. Nothing happened.
Casting a worried look at the machine, he walked over and flipped a
couple more switches. Throwing the stick again, it landed next to
Shark who picked it up and brought it to him.
With a growl, he took it and snapped it in half.
Stomping over to a box on odds and ends. He picked up a small cube of
metal. He then tossed this through the ring.
Nothing happened. By this time, the whining from the machine started
to hurt my ears. Shark was laying down now and had his paws covering
his. Flipping a final switch, Dale stood near me and then wound up
like a major league pitcher and threw the cube at the ring.
I came to a couple of minutes later, smoke and flames were pouring
from the machines and I couldn't find the fire extinguisher that he
had. Grabbing Dale and Shark, I staggered up the stairs and out of the
house.
I heard shouting as I came out and laid them both on the lawn. The
rescue squad arrived first and started trying to revive Dale. After
thirty minutes, they gave up and covered his body. Shark had finally
come to and was staggering all over the place.
I grabbed him and took him to my place and then went back outside to
tell the police what happened. By the time the fire department
arrived, the house was totally involved and they didn't bother trying
to fight the fire.
About six hours later, they hauled off the equipment and Dales body
also. Saddened by the loss of a good friend, I wearily walked back to
my house. Sitting there, I had tears rolling from my eyes as I
remembered him. I now sort of wished I had given into him that one
night.
Shaking my head, I knew that that sort of wish would no longer be
possible. I heard a snort and looked up into the eyes of Shark as he
stood there. Patting my lap, he came to me and licked my face.
" Easy fellow, I'm sorry but I guess you're going to have to live with
me now. Your owner has gone from here." I said.
Shark cocked his head and looked at me. " I guess that I sort of
screwed up the experiment, didn't I?" He said.
I sat there, my eyes nearly poppng out of my head.
His lips parted in a sort of doggy smile. " As to that time I wanted
you to stay the night, care to take me up on it now?" He said.
I leaned back and started laughing. He climbed halfway into my lap and
I hugged his massive body. " I think I will." I said and then got up
and followed him into the bedroom.
That night, both of us found what we needed and wanted most of all.
I looked around. The landscape was unfamiliar. Susan and Paul
said that this street ran into Green Street, where the Vertigo Club was,
but they also said that if I came to a McDonalds I had gone too far. I
should have asked for directions at my hotel, because the McDonalds was
ahead, with no sign of Green Street. I was dressed to kill, for a night
out in the town with my old college roommate and her boyfriend, across
the country from where I lived. I had on a little black dress that fit
my small curvy frame, and black high heel shoes. So you can get the
picture into your head, I have dark blonde hair and green eyes. I'm 5'2
and weigh 116.
I turned around, and began strolling in the opposite direction at
a quick pace, anxious to get to the club. It was getting dark, and I
didn't like the looks of this neighborhood. Nobody was around. Suddenly,
as I passed an alleyway, I felt a hand reach out and cup around my mouth.
My heart was pounding. I screamed into the man's hand, but he kept it
tight over my mouth. He was strong and large, and I was frail and
skinny. His other hand wrapped around my waist and he began to drag me
back into the alley. I kicked at his legs to no avail. I noticed an open
door at the back of the alley, and I grabbed his arm that was around my
mouth with both of my hands, only I couldn't budge it. He got me inside
the door and slammed it shut. His arm that was wrapped around my body
tight squeezed harder, pressing the air out of me, while his hand
squeezed my breasts - 36C a nice hefty handful for him.
The inside of the building was an old warehouse. I was surprised
to see fifteen or so guys standing around, some of them playing dice,
others smoking or drinking 40 oz beers, but I got the impression that
they were just waiting here.
"I got one," my assailant said. The men gathered around. They
were all sizes and colors, city kids in their late teens or early
twenties. They looked unwashed and dangerous. The man took his hand off
my mouth. He was white, but I couldn't turn around to see him.
"Hi, I'm Rick. Tell my boys your name, sweetheart."
"It's Marilyn. What are you planning to do to me?
"Well, Marilyn, we're going to fuck you silly and after that
we'll see."
"You'll never make me," I shouted, trying to get away and get to
the door. One of the guys hauled over a dirty mattress and dropped it on
the floor next to me. His friends made room.
"Ok," Rick said, pausing, "If you don't want to fuck, you don't
have to." He let me go. Surprised I turned and stared at him. He was a
teenager, short, well under six feet, with bulky powerful muscles beneath
a black T-shirt and black Raiders hat. His jeans were baggy, practically
falling off. One of Rick's front teeth was gold, I noticed as he smiled.
The repulsive tooth gleamed at me. Suddenly, a big husky guy with a
long beard pushed me into Rick. Rick shoved me hard into another one of
his friends.
"I thought you said you'd let me go," I cried to him.
The guy pushed me to someone else and that kid shoved me back
into Rick. They laughed at me as I tried to get away.
"Lemme see your purse," Rick said. Before I could react, he
snatched it from me and handed it to a skinny guy next to him. I tried
to follow what they were doing with it, but Rick slapped me across the
face, hard.
"What can you do for us if I let you go?" he asked. "Get on your
knees and blow me and I'll let you go home." With that, he unzipped his
fly and pulled his semi-rigid dick out.
"Please, I'll do whatever you say, except for that, though.
Please! Just let me go, OK?"
"Then blow me."
"Come on, you have my purse, please, you're not going to get away
with this. Let me go home," I tried reasoning with them.
"Fine you dumb bitch," Rick punched me in the stomach and threw
me down onto the mattress. He jumped on top of me.
I was crying and they were all screaming and yelling things like
"Fuck the whore, fuck her!"
"No, no!" I pleaded. Rick's hand flew up my skirt. His other
hand began to squeeze my tits, hard, mauling them. He kissed me, a
brutal kiss on the lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I bit it.
He yelled out and spit blood onto the cement floor of the
warehouse. The he punched me in the face. And again.
"Bitch!" I was too dazed to resist as he pried my legs open and
fondled my crotch, grabbing between my legs. He yanked my black satin
thong panties off with one hand. They looked tiny in his big meaty fists
and it was then that I realized how helpless I was. He tossed them aside
and pulled up my dress, one hand leaning on my shoulder to hold me down.
I cried out, but didn't struggle. Some other guys came to hold me down,
so Rick could get his jeans and boxers down to his knees. He shoved two
fingers inside of me. I was dry, and I jumped a little bit.
Then Rick climbed between my legs and put his cock at my opening.
He shoved it hard into my dry cunt. I yelled out. The crowd of men
started going crazy, making vulgar sounds and yelling. Rick grabbed my
skinny shoulders with his thick hands and started pumping himself in and
out of my body.
"Oh that hurts," I whimpered, "Please stop."
He was grunting and humping fucking like crazy. One of his hands
was squeezing my ample chest through my dress. The other had a handful
of my hair, which he pulled while he was rutting like a pig. In fact,
his face got flushed and his nostrils widened. I felt sick to my
stomach.
Through my tears, I saw the other guys laughing and cheering him
on. Rick let go of my hair and stuck his middle finger up my asshole,
causing me to cry out again. I tried to squirm away. He was banging me
like a maniac, his powerful legs spreading me apart.
No-one had ever abused me this way before. "Please, please,
stop, I'm begging you."
"Hold on," he growled, firing his load into my struggling body,
squirting cum up into my belly, so much that a little leaked out onto my
thighs. I fell it up in me, wet, with a warmth that wasn't mine, and
smeared all over the inside of my thighs. He reached down and stopped a
drop trickling out of me before it hit the mattress and rubbed it on my
lips.
"Come on, try it, it tastes great," he laughed. I kept my mouth
sealed, and he pulled out of me with a slurping sound.
Maybe it was over, I thought. Maybe he'll let me go.
The tall, tall skinny kid who had my purse before took Rick's
place. His hair was reddish brown, and there was a permanent sneer
attached to his face, it seemed. His pants were already off and he slid
his dick into my now wet tunnel. The kid started fucking me, almost as
hard as Rick did.
I couldn't believe this. I couldn't possibly take this again. I
struggled against the hands holding me.
A fair haired man, also thin and wiry, probably in his
mid-twenties gripped my blonde hair and pulled my head to the side so
that I was staring at his bobbing cock.
I tried to bring a leg up to the red-headed kid's groin. He just
smirked and punched me in the stomach.
"All right, Ray!" Rick yelled.
"Open up bitch," the blonde-haired guy instructed me. "Suck
Greg's dick, come on now," he coaxed, like I was a misbehaving horse or
something
"No, I'll bite it off," I gasped, while Ray was banging me silly.
Greg put a knife to my throat. "Do it."
Oh my god, a knife! I remembered thinking. I ceased struggling.
He nicked my neck with the knife. It burned.
"Open!" he ordered, and I opened up my mouth. He put his long
thin penis inside. I stared into his light colored pubic hair. "If you
bite, I'll cut you till you ain't gonna win no beauty contests."
"SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!" the crowd chanted.
Quietly thankful that his cock wasn't too big, I began to suck
him off. I felt Ray's jets of sperm gush inside of me. Thank God he was
done.
"Ha-keem, Ha-keem, Ha-keem" the men started to repeat. I was
confused, until I saw the big black man walking over out of the corner of
my eye, his 11 inch cock fully erect in front of him. "Yeah, Dominican
power," someone yelled, like this was a sporting event.
I popped Greg's dick out of my mouth, "No, I can't, I won't!!"
He popped it back in and I continued sucking, fearfully trying to see
what Hakeem was doing to me. One man held each of my quivering legs,
while Hakeem eased down to mattress level.
I had to get out of here. This guy was going to rip me to shreds.
He put his long thick tool right at my slit. I felt a trickle of white
goo run out and down my ass crack. I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't
get pregnant. Hakeem shoved in as hard as he could. He slammed against
my cervix, dazing me with the pain, as Greg shot his cum down my mouth.
I gagged and tried to spit it out as I wiggled under the 11" cock.
Greg held my mouth closed, "Swallow, it's good for you."
Hakeem smiled at me while I was impaled on his long rod. He
ripped my dress open. Shocked by the searing pain of that thing inside
me, I swallowed down the load of cum. Another dick, long and thick was
shoved down my throat immediately. I felt Hakeems balls slap against my
asshole. He suddenly blew his load all over my insides, until it was
leaking onto the mattress, and pulled out.
Rick took his place. The men pulled my legs way back. Not a
second time, I thought.
"Guess what I'm going to do?" He put his cock at the rim of my
pink asshole lips.
"No, no, please, just take my money, not that!"
The man in my mouth pulled his cock out and sprayed sticky cum
all over my face, hair and breasts.
No-one'd ever fucked me in the ass before. Rick drove into me,
showing no mercy to my bottom. My sphincter protested and spasmed as he
went deep. "Oh yeah," he crowed.
I screamed as he stretched my ass with his big cock. My open
mouth was filled with a third cock. Rick pulled out and drove back in,
raping my ass. It hurt so bad. When I came to, he was filling my bowels
with a load of semen. "I'm done for a little while," he told his men.
I felt cum in every orifice of my body. They ripped off the
shreds of my dress and unsnapped my bra. Hands turned me over. Someone
entered my doggy-style. I cried out again as he entered me. He rode me
like one would ride a horse, making my hips buck against his. He wasn't
quite as painful as Rick in my ass though. Another man was at the front,
his dick in my face. The man behind me came in me and was replaced by
another man, then another.
A guy laid down on the mattress. "Straddle me," he commanded. At
this point I obeyed his orders. When I was on top of him, with him in my
cunt, another guy entered my asshole. Then a dick was stuffed in my
mouth, so I had three in me at once. I knew there was nothing I could do
but submit. The hours dragged by. I gave blowjobs until my mouth was
sore and wouldn't stay open anymore. I took cock after cock in my pussy.
They fucked me in every degrading position they could think of, spraying
cum inside of me and all over me until my hair and face were slick with
it and my pubic hair was matted with white globs. I wasn't struggling at
all anymore, I was just letting them fuck me however they like. They
banged my ass until I was screaming in pain with every thrust. I had
never seen so much cum or felt so much agony in my life. It seemed like
they all had at least two turns at me.
When they were done, I got up. My panties were nowhere to be
found. I buckled my bra back on and put my torn dress on, trying to make
it cover me decently, but finding it impossible. The men were not paying
much attention to me, lying around tired or drinking. I was an old toy
that was broken now. I got up. Then I felt a stinging lash on the back
of my bare legs. It was Rick, swinging his leather belt and laughing.
The men all seemed to come to life. I was crouched in the fetal position
on the mattress. Blows and boot kicks came raining down on me. They
wrenched my head away so that a punch split my lips. Someone kicked me
in the face and it all blacked out for a second. They beat me up until
they were bored with that too, and then they dumped me onto the cold
rough floor of the warehouse, throwing the mattress aside. I saw,
through tears and swollen eyes, all the men pull out their penises. They
pissed on me, the stinging liquid soaking into my bruised and cut skin.
They joked and laughed. Fifteen guys drinking forties makes a lot of
piss. I was drenched. I lay in the puddle until they went away, then
got up, trying not to slip and fall back down into the yellow urine.
Rick opened up the door for me. I was crying harder then before, because
I thought that I was going to get to leave. Instead I got beat up and
pissed on.
"Club Vertigo. Take your second left. It's your first right off
of Montgomery. Green Street it's called. You can't miss it."
I didn't ask how he knew where I was going. "I'm free to go?"
My face was bruised and I was dripping with piss. I felt cum leaking
down my leg.
He nodded and I turned around and left. It was almost midnight
now. I walked into the McDonalds and the clerk called the police. They
went back to the warehouse, but of course there was no-one there. The
officer said that he had complaints about the place before, said that it
was used as a crackhouse and a hangout for gangs. They never caught
them. The rest of my vacation was spent in the hospital with Susan and
Paul visiting.
You're welcome!
Please review this photo for me.
Appreciate it.
Well, we were just another band out of Boston
On the road to try to make ends meet
Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars
And we practiced right on out in the street
No, we didn't have much money
We barely made enough to survive
But when we got up on stage and got ready to play
People came alive.
Rock and roll band
Everybody's waitin'
Gettin' crazy
Anticipating love and music
Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dancin' in the streets of Hyannis
We were getting pretty good at the game
People stood in line and didn't seem to mind
You know everybody knew our name
Livin' on rock-n-roll music
Never worry 'bout the things we were missing
When we got up on the stage and got ready to play
Everybody'd listen.
Rock and roll band
Everybody's waitin'
Gettin' crazy
Anticipating love and music
Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Playin' for a week in Rhode Island
A man came to the stage one night
He smoked a big cigar
Drove a Cadillac car
And said, "Boys, I think this bands outta-sight
Sign a record company contract
You know I've got great expectations
When I hear you on the car radio
You're goin' to be a sensation!"
Rock and roll band
Everybody's waitin'
Gettin' crazy
Anticipating love and music
Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's been such a long time
I think I should be goin', yeah
And time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin'
Sail on, on a distant highway
I've got to keep on chasin' a dream
I've gotta be on my way
Wish there was something I could say.
Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' on
You'll forget about me after I've been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more
It's just outside of your front door.
It's been such a long time. It's been such a long time.
Well I get so lonely when I am without you
But in my mind, deep in my mind,
I can't forget about you
Good times, and faces that remind me
I'm tryin' to forget your name and leave it all behind me
You're comin' back to find me.
Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' on
You'll forget about me after I'v e been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more
It's just outside of y our front door.
It's been such a long time. It's been such a long time.
Yeah. It's been such a long time, I think I should be goin', yeah
And time dosnt wait for me, it keeps on rollin'
There's a long road, I've gotta stay in time with
I've got to keep on chasin' that dream, though I may never find it
I'm always just behind it.
Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along
Takin' my time, just movin' along
Takin' my time, takin' my time...
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Q: 32a. Can non-African Americans say the word?
A: The answer is 99.9% NO! If you have to ask, the question for you is moot. If you didn't grow up in a neighborhood where it was used on your front porch about *you* by your friends, then don't even try it.
Q: 32b. If black people say 'nigger' and not be racist, why not whites?
A: The best analogy I can come up with (for white folks) is this: What does your father call your mother when they are having sex? Even if I was your best friend in the world, you would never want me to call your mother that name. She probably wouldn't even want her second husband to call her that. That is the level of intimacy 'my nigger' connotes.
Which also serves as a lesson to African Americans. You cannot assume that black folks don't mind the use of the word in the casual form.
The bottom line truth is that 'nigger' is a white supremacist epithet. Who uses it does not change, and will never change that history. Nigger is always disrespectful.
A: 32c. What about 'my niggaz'?
A: That is between you and your niggaz. We don't know you that well. You don't know us that well.
Q: 32d. Some black folks call everybody niggers. What about that?
A: What about it?
Q: 32e. What about the use of the word in an artistic context?
A: That is subjective. Take the two cases:
Art Imitates Life:
'reality rap' Real people use the word in real life. There is no reason art should not imitate life. If the word is used gratuitously, then it is obviously disrespectful.
Life Imitates Art:
'message music' here is a good example
David Nelson, one of the first members of The Last Poets, authored "Die, Nigger." He explains that it was about how "the nigger needs to die so that black folks can take over." After NWA sampled and completely misused (from a contextual viewpoint) "Die, Nigger", Nelson wrote his response:
"It's about nigger and Niger, the difference between a mule and a tiger
It's about Niger and nigger and the difference is getting bigger
'Cause the mule works hard in the heat of day, foolishly giving his work away
The tiger waits in the cool of the night, waiting for his prey to come into sight."
A sound criticism of an artistic work cannot be made soley on the use of the word.
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Now I'm not like this, I'm really kind of shy
But I get this feeling whenever you walk by
I don't wanna down you, I wanna make you high
If you you could see your way to me, come on and let me try.
Let me take you home tonight
Mamma now it's alright
Let me take you home tonight
I'll show you sweet delight.
You must understand this, I've watched you for so long
that I feel I've known you, I know it can't be wrong
If we just get together, I want to make you see
I'm dreaming of your sweet love tonight, so mamma let it be
Let me take you home tonight
Mamma now it's alright
Let me take you home tonight
I'll show you sweet delight.
I don't wanna make excuses, I don't wanna lie
I just got to get loose
With you tonight
Let me take you home tonight
Mamma now it's alright
Let me take you home tonight
I'll show you sweet delight.
I don't wanna make excuses, I don't wanna lie
I just got to get loose
With you tonight
I don't wanna down you, I wanna make you high
And I get this feeling whenever you walk by
If we just get together, I wanna make you see
I'm dreamin' of your sweet love tonight, so mamma let it be.
Let me take you home tonight
Mamma now it's alright
Let me take you home tonight
I'll show you sweet delight
I wanna show you sweet delight, show ya sweet delight
Pretty mamma wanna show ya sweet delight
Let me take you home tonight
You know I wanna take you home
Let me take you home tonight
I don't wanna be alone
Let me take you home tonight
Let me take you home tonight
Let me take you home tonight
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Well come on
All you people
The time has come to get together
You gotta have a little rock 'n' roll music
To get you through the stormy weather
And do whatever you feel
When you let go
Nothin's gonna help you more than rock 'n' roll
So come on, put you hands together
You know it's now or never
Take a chance on rock 'n' roll
Ooo are you feelin' satisfied
Come on let us give your mind a ride
Ooo are you ready tonight
Come on let us give your mind a ride You can do what you like
Come on let us give your mind a ride
Oh that funky feelin'
Is what you need to get you through
You oughta know
I'll tell you somethin'
Don't let your troubles get to you
'Cause win or lose it's alright
Well take control
And nothin's gonna help you more than rock 'n' roll
So come on
Put you hands together
You know it's now or never
Take a chance on rock 'n' roll
Ooo are you feelin' satisfied
Come on let us give your mind a ride
Ooo are you ready tonight
Come on let us give your mind a ride You can do what you like
Come on let us give your mind a ride
Mary Jane's Last Dance
by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers {Greatest Hits}
she grew up in an Indiana town
had a good lookin' momma, never was around
but she grew up tall, and she grew up right
with them Indiana boys on an Indiana night
when she moved down here at the age of 18
she blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen
I was introduced, and we both started groovin'
she said "I dig you, baby, but I gotta keep movin'"
on
keep movin' on
last dance with Mary Jane
one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in,
and I'm tired of this town again
I don't know, but I been told
you never slow down, you'll never grow old
tired of screwing up, tired of going down
tired of myself, tired of this town
oh, my my
oh, Hell yes
honey, put on that party dress
buy me a drink
sing me a song
take me as I come, cause I can't stay long
last dance with Mary Jane
one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in,
and I'm tired of this town again
there's pigeons now, on Market Square
she's standing in her underwear
looking down from a hotel room
nightfall will be coming soon
oh, my my
oh, Hell yes
you gotta put on that party dress
it was too cold to cry when I woke up alone
I hit the last number, I walked to the road
last dance with Mary Jane
one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in,
and I'm tired of this town again
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Posted by timothy on Tuesday August 28, @07:59PM
from the 130.49.77.223 dept.
Slashback tonight with more on the Linux anniversary (thanks to the guys from C4 Solutions for the microfeast celebration, at which we did mention that it was the anniversary), Brian K. West and the Good Samaritan story, booting really really fast, and more.
You gave me love
You did me wrong
Didn't know what to do
But baby I'm strong
I'll get over you
A new boy I'm gonna choose
My love was true
You threw it all away
Other guys will have me
They'll appreciate my love
How does it feel
You know that I needed you
You know that you meant the world to me
You know I had to have you
Now I'm gonna find somebody new
I'm looking for a new love baby
A new love Yea yea yea yeah
What she got does she turn you on
Curiosity rules my brain
Bet she wouldn't mind if we're all apart
Are you going back again, tell me
My love was true but you threw it all away
Now your like the rest unworthy of my best
I still miss ya, baby
You know that I needed you
You know that you meant the world to me
You know I had to have you
Now I'm gonna find somebody else
Other guys will have me
They'll appreciate my love
How does it feel
Now your like the rest unworthy of my best
I'm looking for a new love baby
A new love
I'm looking for a new love baby
A new love
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