as he said, "I heard you can suck your own dick."

Pickles paled a little and his fingers clutched the bottle harder. "What the...who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter."

The next morning Ofdensen was on the phone, a bit concerned. "Pickles, I'd love to give you the day off, but we really need you here today. We have that..."
over Pickles' face, since his mouth had been slack jawed from his own orgasm.
worn out, so they turned in early. unnatural calling that condo in Santa Barbara home, as gorgeous at it was, and even though that's where his husband lived.
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acked?" When he heard in theWha...Pickles, what happened? Were you attacked?" When he heard in the background "Hang the fuck up!",

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Raising an eyebrow, Pickles asked, "What?" He understood that this could lead to absolutely anything, good or bad, trivial or devastating.

A wolfish grin spread on Seth's lips as he said, "I heard you can suck your own dick."

Pickles paled a little and his fingers clutched the bottle harder. "What the...who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter."

He sat panting at Seth's feet for a while, listening to the soft sounds of his brother's heavy breathing and sighing. He went to know that!" the brunette said, and he pushed again, harder this time.
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"Geaaahh, Seth, seriously!"

"Hehehe, this is fun." He took one hand off to take his cigarette out for a second, and ashed on Pickles' face.

"What the fuck, man?" Pickles whined, wiping at his face, spitting and coughing up the dust
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over Pickles' face, since his mouth had been slack jawed from his own orgasm.
worn out, so they turned in early. unnatural calling that condo in Santa Barbara home, as gorgeous at it was, and even though that's where his husband d them both off before having to be told, paying partongue, but impatient for much, much more. He kept thinking back to what he had seen, focusing on how Pickles' tongue had looked, flicking, caressing.

Pickles dragged his tongue from the base all the way to the head in one, slow, teasing slurp and then held Setime," Pickles mumbled, shaking
He sat panting at Seth's feet for a while, listening to the soft sounds of his brother's heavy breathing and sighing. He went to know that!" the brunette said, and he pushed again, harder this time.
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here his husband lived.
spread on Seth's lips as he said, "I heard you can suck your own dick."

Pickles paled a little and his fingers clutched the bottle harder. "What the...who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter."

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After the long drive, he tossed his keys on the couch a bit unnatural calling that condo in Santa Barbara home, as gorgeous at it was, and even though that's where his husband lived.

After the long drive, he tossed his keys on the couch and shuffled lazily to the kitchen for a beer. As he turned the corner, he paused for just a second, and his heart skipped a beat. It was just Seth leaning against the fridge, and cleaned them both off before having to be told, paying partongue, but impatient for much, much more. He kept thinking back to what he had seen, focusing on how Pickles' tongue had looked, flicking, caressing.

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He sat panting at Seth's feet for a whilething like that?"

Seth put down his beer and replied, with a half snarl, "It doesn't fucking matter, Pickles. I want to see it."

Now the redhead's face matched his dreads
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Feeling his heart flutter and color spread to his cheeks, the redhead nodded and looked down to Seth's heaving chest.

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you, mother fucker," Seth whispered, leaning back. He took in a breath, and asked, "Please suck me off, Pickles," in a sarcastic voice.

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oth hands, breathing into his lap. His brother looked vulnerable like that, leaned back into the couch, Seth whined
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ticular attentionsuggesting to Pickles that he should unzip his fly for him. Seth closed his eyes as he felt the other's fingers soft but firm around his erection. "You never do me like that, you little bastard," he sighed.
beneath the soft, pink shirt, letting his fingernails snag the fabric, and he brought his mouth to the other's cock, letting his breath tickle the skin just barely. When he darted out his tongue for a quick peck, Seth moaned and trembled. Pickles smiled.

"Put it in your mouth!" Seth practically yelled. His other hand clamped

"Naht true!" Pickles protested.

"O Jesus, I don't care about that right now, just do me like you did yourself, fuck!" Seth whined
to his husband, who looked dead to the world, splayed out against the back of the couch. But whe, the redhead nodded and looked down to Seth's heaving chest.

"Alright, don hide it with his hands as he muttered, "Awww, come on, I can't just do it just like that. It's hard, you know?"
Wha...Pickles, what happened? Were you attacked?" When he heard in the background "Hang the fuck up!", he thought he had an idea, but he kept it to himself.

"Hehe, ya you could say that." And

"O, don't worry," Seth said, and he started up on his hands and knees on the couch, slowly putting himself above Pickles' body. "I'll help you."
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I just wanted to wait until you'd be the least willing to do it." he gave the redhead a low, smug chuckle that both infuriated and stimulated him.
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break your fucking legs Crawl, bitch."

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f!" He took out

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n the redhead turned to leave, Seth shot his hand to the other's arm and yanked him over his lap.

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contemplative, almost distant. Seth hadn't done anything sexual with him for almost a week, except for the standard caresses in bed and the kisses
acked?" When he heard in theWha...Pickles, what happened? Were you attacked?" When he heard in the background "Hang the fuck up!", he thought he had an idea, but he kept it to himself.

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here his husband lived.

After the long drive, he tossed his keys on the couch and shuffled lazily to the kitchen for a beer. As he turned the corner, he paused for just a second, and his heart skipped a beat. It was just Seth leaning against the fridge, but Pickles couldn't help but get at least a little excited whenever he saw him. Lately his brother had been acting contemplative, almost distant. Seth hadn't done anything sexual with him for almost a week, except for the standard caresses in bed and the kisses
acked?" When he heard in theWha...Pickles, what happened? Were you attacked?" When he heard in the background "Hang the fuck up!", he thought he had an idea, but he kept it to himself.

"Hehe, ya you could say that." And
background "Hang the fuck up!", he thought he had an idea, but he kept it to himself.

"Hehe, ya you could say that." And he hung up.

Back at Pickles' house, the couple lay back in

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First, the bad news... you're a no good sinner!

Whoa! Wait! Don't click, don't go away, and don't panic. Read on one minute. Jesus said, "...there is none good but one, that is God..." (Matthew 19:17) That's why I can say-without even knowing who you are-that you are a no good sinner, because we all are. The Apostle Paul says in the Bible, "for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." (Romans 3:23)

Down in our hearts, in places that no one else can see, we all are aware that there are things in our life that we have done, maybe still do, that are not right-that are not good. And something tells us that many of the things in our lives that we explain away to others-and often to ourselves-we surely know down deep inside that those things are not right to God.

It does't matter how young you are, how old you are, how much money you have or don't have. It doesn't matter how "good" or how "bad" you have been. "There is none righteous, not even one" (Romans 3:10)

Uh Oh, it's going to get a little worse before it gets better, so hang on.

You can't make it right! There is nothing that you can do to make yourself OK with God, "...no one is justified by the law before God..." (Galatians 3:11) You can't make it all better by donating to your favorite charity or feeding the hungry or going to church or making new year's resolutions. Your momma can't do it for you, or your husband, your wife, or your priest or your pastor! "No man can by any means redeem his brother, or give to God a ransom for him: for the redemption of his soul is costly" (Psalm 49:7-8) Yikes! and here's the kicker, regardless of what the world says, "the wages of sin is death" (Romans 6:23) Only one penalty here, and no plea bargains.

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Welcome to the word of, the glory of, the cross. It is recorded in the gospels that Pontius Pilate, who represented all of the power of the Roman Empire, tried Jesus Christ-found Him innocent-and condemned Him to death! (John 19:6-16) Who was so guilty that somebody had to die. Me and you. Jesus hung on that cross and paid the price for our sin-all our sin, and then prayed, "Father, forgive them"

So now what? The Lord wants to take the sin, and the penalty for sin, from your life. He wants to give you a fresh start, a brand new life. All you have to do is outlined in the Apostle Paul's letter to the church in Rome so long ago: "confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, youToki: "I believe the cycle of learning is complete."
Skwisgaar: "Indeeds. Alls of us should learns a lesson."
Pickles: "Yeah... and what lesson might that be?"
Skwisgaar: "I has no idea. But it's pretty metal that he's being eaten, look at that, right there."

American cartoon series, created by Brendan Small and Tommy Blacha in 2006. Created for Cartoon Network's Adult Swim programming block, the program is an 11-minute Flash cartoon.

Cast members include Small as Nathan Explosion, Skwisgaar Skigelf, and Pickles the Drummer, Blacha as Toki Wartooth and William Murderface, Mark Hamill as Senator Stampingston, and Victor Brandt as General Krosier. The program has attracted a number of guest stars from heavy metal bands, including James Hetfield and Kirk Hammett from Metallica, Kim B. Petersen (better known as King Diamond), George "Corpsegrinder" Fisher from Cannibal Corpse, Michael Amott from Arch Enemy, and Jeff Loomis, Steve Smyth, and Warrel Dane from Nevermore. The guest stars generally play very non-metal roles -- Hammett, for instance, plays the Queen of Denmark in one episode, and Fisher plays a "Depressed Fool's Cap Hippie" in another.
Murderface: "What are those wooden things? Chairs?"
Barkeeper: "They are acoustic instruments."
Toki: "What is acoustic? Oh! You mean a grandpa's guitars?"
Skwisgaar: "A grandpa's guitars? That's for pussies and grandpas, I think you know it."
Barkeeper: "It's your only choice, I'm afraid."
Pickles: "Whoa, this is a tough one, guys."
Nathan: "Pickles is right, we have a tough choice. Playing acoustic is totally lame and not metal. But then again, if we don't put that troll back to sleep, we may never be able to check our e-mail with high speed DSL again."

What's it all about? Imagine your happiest dream of the ultimate perfect world: namely, the world's most popular and powerful musical performers, with incomes that make them the 12th largest economy in the world, are a death Toki: "I believe the cycle of learning is complete."
Skwisgaar: "Indeeds. Alls of us should learns a lesson."
Pickles: "Yeah... and what lesson might that be?"
Skwisgaar: "I has no idea. But it's pretty metal that he's being eaten, look at that, right there."

American cartoon series, created by Brendan Small and Tommy Blacha in 2006. Created for Cartoon Network's Adult Swim programming block, the program is an 11-minute Flash cartoon.

Cast members include Small as Nathan Explosion, Skwisgaar Skigelf, and Pickles the Drummer, Blacha as Toki Wartooth and William Murderface, Mark Hamill as Senator Stampingston, and Victor Brandt as General Krosier. The program has attracted a number of guest stars from heavy metal bands, including James Hetfield and Kirk Hammett from Metallica, Kim B. Petersen (better known as King Diamond), George "Corpsegrinder" Fisher from Cannibal Corpse, Michael Amott from Arch Enemy, and Jeff Loomis, Steve Smyth, and Warrel Dane from Nevermore. The guest stars generally play very non-metal roles -- Hammett, for instance, plays the Queen of Denmark in one episode, and Fisher plays a "Depressed Fool's Cap Hippie" in another.
Murderface: "What are those wooden things? Chairs?"
Barkeeper: "They are acoustic instruments."
Toki: "What is acoustic? Oh! You mean a grandpa's guitars?"
Skwisgaar: "A grandpa's guitars? That's for pussies and grandpas, I think you know it."
Barkeeper: "It's your only choice, I'm afraid."
Pickles: "Whoa, this is a tough one, guys."
Nathan: "Pickles is right, we have a tough choice. Playing acoustic is totally lame and not metal. But then again, if we don't put that troll back to sleep, we may never be able to check our e-mail with high speed DSL again."

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oh yea pickles strip for me strip for me
put your vag in my cock
touchyour soft soft skin
stroke your arms, finger your asshole.
let me finger your asshole.
let me suck on your fingers as well, put them down my throat
Mister pick-pick let me massage your cock with my mouth plox thank you.

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shall be saved; for with the heart man believes, resulting in righteousness, and with the mouth he confesses, resulting in salvation. For the Scripture says, 'Whoever (there you are again!) believes in Him will not be disappointed.'" (Romans 10:9-11)

And now is the time! "Today if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts." (Hebrews 4:7) Confess the fact that you are a sinner (He already knows, so you're not letting the cat out of the bag) and ask Him to come into your heart as your Lord and your Savior. When you do, a few things happen:

%u2022 The stain of sin in your life is gone - Isaiah 1:18
%u2022 You have become a new creation, not just an old one cleaned up - 2 Corinthians 5:17
%u2022 God and all the angels in heaven are rejoicing - Luke 15:6-7

Welcome to the Kingdom!

peace be with you

"Terrible"
by: ponyman17
date: 17 hours ago
That was pathetic, you killed alfred in every way possible.

It's true, he's right. Welp, I'm done with alfred. I have no use for him now. He was a vehicle for my mental pain/anguish/sorrows and Insanity, as I was quite Mentally Unstable and Insane, and Welp -- I'm doing a lot better now! Yes, I've gone on some meds, I'm right intent on my studies in college, and I feel just fine now. I've made friends in college, and so I really don't need to do flash anymore, as my films were only made as compensation for having no friends. I'm actually quite stable, I do not have mood swings anymore, and I've seeped into a wonderful state of all-around contentment and fuzziness. Previous flashes may have suggested I was going somewhere with the concept of Alfred and his taking over the internet, but just recently I'm just really not that into it anymore. If I ever use Alfred, it will be because I may need other characters in my metalocalypse porn and I already know how to animate and draw him pretty well. It is funny, for the person who created that dog seems to be worlds away. I cannot remember why I ever felt the need to make such repulsive things.

So sorry guys no more alfred !!

"Getting tired of you."

by: DE4DPOOL
date: 18 minutes ago
So very very tired.

^^) you dont need to worry anymore, sir!

But don't worry you guys, you can still watch things that I make! I need to make money for college, so you all can tune into my all new
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That's right, Emily Youcis's genuiine, 100%, GRADE A, Metalocalypse porn! All your fanfic desires come true!!

So bye guys, you probably won't be hearing from me in a real long time, but it was real nice to get to know some of you and for those who enjoyed my flashes I say thanks for watching.

Oh just wanna give a shoutout to my new college friends!!!! ;))) Jenna, Jason, Pat, Mellissa, Devon, Bianca, Matt, Caroline, Sandy, Chris, Colene -- HEY YALL LOLZ see you in chemistry pat, and DEVON WILL YOU STOP WRITING THAT STUFF ON MY DRY-ERASE BOARD GODDAMN!!!!!!!!!!! lol, pat, i know what you said in that drunken rant last night. Pretty JUICEY if you know what i mean haha lol jk i wont tell anyone especially. . . ..CLARRISSA lol jk
BTW pick is me and clarissa LOL RISSA WHY YOU GOT YOUR HAIR ALL LIKE THAT LOL!!

PS: Here's a fanfic I wrote, you all can get a taste of what's coming! ;)
Pickles lounged back on the couch, drinking heartily from the glass of rum he'd been handed. Ofdensen stretched lazily his brown hair was not slicked back, though that would be his chosen style in the future, and he was dressed in jeans and an untucked blue button up shirt, which had the first three buttons undone showing some of the muscle beneath along with the collar of a white undershirt. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Pickles looked the man over, who was busying himself making some food in the kitchen which was visible from the couch. Ofdensen returned and sat down on the couch beside Pickles.

"So. What's the occasion Pickles? You don't often come here during the weekends."he said raising a skeptical eyebrow, though a small smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth. Pickles leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Ofdensen's cheek.

"Always so paranoid Charlie! Lighten up a bit will ya?" Pickles complained. Chuckling, Ofdensen nodded.

"Alright alright. I am glad you came though. I have missed you." he said with a small smile. Pickles snickered.

"Don't go gettin all sentimental ahn me Charlie!" he joked, pulling the man in for a kiss. Ofdensen returned the kiss with passion and vigor. Pickles finally pulled away for air. "I jest had ta see ya. It's Toki's birthday so I cain't stay long... but I had teh come." he said, his cheeks flushed. Ofdensen nodded and ran his fingers through the long soft cascade of orange that was Pickles hair. He would be quite upset when Pickles got Dreadlocks later on.

Pickles leaned forward as he set his now empty glass down, and kissed Ofdensen again, swiping his tongue along the mans bottom lip, wishing for entry. Ofdensen granted the others tongue that and opened his mouth, moving his tongue against the drummers fervently. Pickles wrapped his arms around the managers neck and pulled him down and back sow that he was lying atop Pickles. Ofdensen shifted ever so slightly and then reached down between them to rub his hand under the drummers shirt over his still toned abs and chest. Pickles arched into the touch, letting out a small sigh of pleasured contentment. Ofdensen stopped, pulling away as the kitchen timer went off.

"What timing..." he said with a small smirk as he rose from the couch, leaving Pickles breathless and sprawled on the couch as he pulled the cake from the oven and set it on a cooling rack. He too had remembered Toki's birthday, mostly because it was his job, but he remembered just the same. Pickles groaned softly.

"Charlie..."

Ofdensen returned to the couch and undid Pickles pants, tugging them down and stroking the partially hardened member.

"Yes Derrek?" he purred. Pickles arched into the touch.

"Gahd I hate that name..." he groaned. Ofdensen teased the head of Pickles cock with his tongue, causing Pickles to whimper. Pickles reached down and stroked his fingers through the soft brown curls and waves of Ofdensen's brown hair.

"What is it you want?" Ofdensen asked, his liips brushing against Pickles member as he spoke. Pickles shivered and groaned.

"I want you charlie... I want you..."

Ofedensen kissed and licked up the drummers cock, coming to nestle and nuzzle into the red curls before working his way back down, soon taking the drummer into his mouth, lolling him around his tongue a few times before bobbing slowly and purposefully, his tongue rubbing the underside of the shaft and paying careful attention to the bundle of nerves just below the head, taking his time, making Pickles moan and groan with ecstasy. He threaded his fingers into the brown hair of Ofdensen's head, tugging ever so lightly at his hair.

"Oh gahd... Please..." Pickles breathed. He came with a low moan, thrusting up slightly, his back bowing.

"Ahhhah.. Charlie..."

Ofdensen swallowed down all that he was given and then leaned up to kiss the drummer passionately.

"I missed you De... Pickles." he said smiling softly. Pickles was flushed and breathing heavily, but he managed a nod and petted the brown locks in response.

Ofdensen waited a bit before getting up and walking back into the kitchen to begin frosting the cake. It was a chocolate cake, with blue frosting. The cake itself was quite large. Pickles pulled his pants back up and joined Ofdensen in the kitchen, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up, He took a puff before handing the cancer stick to Charles, who took it and took a long drag off the cigarette. He handed it back to Pickles and then continues, pulling out the lettering frosting to write Happy Birthday Toki on the cake in green gel. Pickles smiled, puffing away happily at his cigarette.

"Ya wanna go give the birthday boy his cake den?" he asked. Ofdensen ran a hand through his hair then nodded.

"Yeah. Lets go then." he said pulling the candles from the drawer and putting them in his pocket. And with that the two shared one last kiss and left.

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What's you gots to be givings me whens I in de showers Skwisgaar? Can't it wait?" Toki asked. Skwisgaar chuckled softly.

"Can's I join you Toki?"

Toki pushed back the curtain and raised his eyebrow skeptically.

"Ja. I guess." Toki said softly, a slight blush creeping into his complexion. Skwisgaar had showered with Toki before. It wasn't something Toki wasn't used to. But he'd never really asked before, always just invited himself in and taken over the shower, and that was when Toki started locking the door. Skwisgaar stripped down and stepped in. Toki stepped back a few paces, letting the water his his Swedish friend. Toki's tongue swiped over his bottom lip nervously as e watched the water run down Skwisgaar's slim and angular body. Skwisgaar smirked.

"Toki. You's staring." he said pointedly. Toki blushed and turned around to hide his face from the Swede. Skwisgaar took this opportunity to grab the Norse's hips and pull him close. Toki let out a little surprised squeak as Skwisgaar kissed his shoulder.

"Skwisgaar... Whats..." Toki never finished that sentance as he was whipped around uncerimoniously and pulled into a passionate kiss. Toki moaned softly into the Swede's mouth, shivering under the gentle strokes that Skwisgaar was making all over Toki's body. Skwisgaar took the smaller man's erect member in hand, stroking purposfully and massagin the Norse's tongue with his own. Toki's hips bucked a bit as he moaned again, his legs trembling as Skwisgaar worked on him, pumping and twisting his fist around Toki's cock. It wasn't long before Toki came with a small wordless cry. He dug his nails into Skwisgaar's shoulder's as he attempted to keep steady. Skwisgaar tucked Toki's hair behind his ear and leaned down.

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Alright. So here we are folks. For anyone who is interested.
Because, and it is extremely painful and sad - some think that alfred is dead. That i've resorted to a life of pure spam and he shall never come again. It did not hit me so hard, as when I saw that the only things for 2008 were spam. Yet I love my spam. I love it dearly.
But let me tell you now folks. Alfred is not dead. Infact, he is more alive than ever. And he has been ressurected.
And let me tell you now folks, I'm going to kill him.
This is going to be the last Alfred short. No, it's not a short actually. It is a film. It will take me years, and it will be perhaps an hour. And he will die, and it will be the last of alfred. Which motivates me all the more.
I have come to the age in life of supple ripeness, and I feel this is the time to commit to my epicwork. The epicwork of Alfred.
And folks, let me tell you, infact, I cannot tell you. For to verbalize it, is to reduce it. I cannot talk about it with anyone really, it is just that personal. To say how masterful it will be makes it seem preposterous, and to describe it in words is to bring it out into the external reality that is not my head - -- and thus kill it. Kill the magic atleast. It is not strung together linearly so i do not think I could bearly describe it verbally if I tried. This new thing is so very personal, so from the core of me, -- and yet, so beyond me, -- that it is almost completely cut off from the rest of my existance.
However, that existance is rather fading, as lately due to something in my mind - I've been out, seen college and life, and got bored like everyone else -- I have been focusing every increasingly around this new conception, and it is taking over my life. For throughout my college misadventures and things during this first semester, I have learned to sort out all my confused 'wants' and see that all I really love is doing this show (which makes me love everything else in return.) And I think, it is one of the only things that really matters at all in this world.
I talked about it before in my last post, and I must say that where it was in my head when I wrote that is but a stale skeleton compared to what I have now -- and I am sure, what I have now will be but a stale skeleton compared to how it will be in its finality. I say it will be a masterpeice, the story of the century, a work of genius. And yes, loooking back at those words now, it seems absolutely retarded and that I am schizophrenic like my brother who told the schoolchildren he was jesus and drove everyone away from him because he kept asserting he was their savior and bow down. Yes, looking back at those words - the external words - it seems insane, illogical. Why, doesn'te veryone just rot into mundane oblivion when they age? This surely is just a youthful fantasy!!
But no, good sir. Like I said, to write that down in text is to bring my divine conception into the external world, and like I said, that kills it. And so I've learned not to condemn the improbable -- and I think the only way to keep my improbable vision for this show is to not condemn anyone else, and that includes the small chance that maybe my stupid insane brother is jesus. WHO KNOWS!?!?
Anyway, yes, daily i get divine, blissful bouts of inspiration and spew out stuff and poetry and it feels like orgasmic ejaculation. And i can definitely say, those ejaculations will only get more orgasmic. So sadly, you wont see any real real alfred for a long time.

THAT BEING SAID --- -- Metalocalypse. I discovered it in college on the big communal TV and i'd just waste with a 40 alone in my dorm and watch it on my computer for hours. AND THEIR ALL TEH SEXIES!! ESPECIALLY PICKLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANNA DO HIM! I ALSO SOMETIMES WANNA DO MURDERFACE!! ISNT THAT WRRREERD!!!!
TEE HEE HEE HEE!
Well, metalocalypse -- it makes me also horny because it's a TV show. And the idea of a TV show has been the most wonderous thing in my head since I was in 7th grade. I've always wanted a TV show, -- THE SHOW! YOUR VERY OWN SHOW!!! -- TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT WITH IT JFOIAOIWHF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!! and that guy who did it well he does EVERYTHING its his child even though i dont think he really cares that much about it BUT he's so insperational and metalocalypse has finally nestled a place in my heart, and i can say now, 'i have a favorite show.' SHOW!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!
It's also really dumb at times, and well -- Like i said, i'm in that ripe supple age. And i want to expand comedy like tenfolds. Nothings really that funny anymore and I have ideas. Comedy is like my passion. It gives me insane surges of 4hg ohg0w3ae. AND SO, I WANT MY SHOW, I DO WANT MY FUCKING FUCKING SHOW -- HOW COULD I HAVE SAID I WANTED IT ALL MY LIFE AND NOT GE TIT _ AND IM AT THAT IDEAL AGE _____ SO IM GONNA GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GONNA DIE REAL SOON< AND IM GONNA GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND IM GONNA EXPAND ON MY FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING COMEDY!!!!! AND IM GONNA SHOW THE FOLKS WHAT I SEE IN GLORIOUS GLORIOUS SPAM AND YOUTUBE POOPS MAH BOI MAH BOI MAH BOI MAH BOI BECAUSE NOW IS THE TIME FOLKS NOW IS THE TIME!!

So my new show is going to be something that i can do in the meantime, and i wont have to spend much time on it wiht animation and stuff. And SPAM -- you know i fucking love spam. Youtube poops and spam make me go wu3tgwagweiphowogeahi. I mean, i'm like fucking passionate over spam and youtube poops and fucking with people.
BUT NO ONE APPRECIATES MY SPAM!!! No one gets the humour that i find in it. I find spam to be the top of humours, but no one likes it.
So, I've conceived something that will let me have all the fuckup insane annoyance absolute stupidity of spam, yet still have substance to it -- AND ALFRED.
Yes, it will be alfred. but it will be the church of alfred. and he will be jesus, and he will take over the internet. and i have a feeling that they willl all be still marked like 2.10 and just build up rather unknown in the vast quantities of mediocre newgrounds shit--
But some people will follow him. Some sad fucks. And anyone who does, i beleive I will love, for the very reason that they have made him their cult leader. And some people will kill in his name.
. .. . .and molest in his name!
I wont describe it here now. Infact, i am almost regretting talking about it. I wanted to get a new screenname where no one knew who I was, and post them and people might think they were serious and then they might follow him even more.
But this show is for all the nobodies, all the people who CANT, all the losers of this world, all the sad miserable regular jackoffs, all the things that people say COULDNT BE, all the IMPROBABLE RETARDED things of this world, ALL THE THINGS IN LIFE THAT WILL GO UNRECOGNIZED, all the crackheads that will die in the street, all the crazies, all the clowns, all the JOKE people, the comicall sidecharacters, the dr rockso's who no one will ever take seriously and will die a catchphrase, the ones no one will ever give a shit about. ITS FOR YOU. AND WE WILL SEE WHAT IT CAN DO.
--then again, it will be for everyone, cus we're all nobody unremembered jackoffs in the end. HAHAHHAHAH!! AHAHHAHAH!
AND THAT FACT MAKES ME INSANE SURGE WITH JOY AN AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAH!!!!
THAT MOTIVATES ME, I SAY , THAT RIGHT THERE!! THE FACT THAT WERE ALL GONNA BURN!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH! EVERYTHING MUST GO EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!
AHAHAHHAHHAHAH!
MY EPICWORK WILL BE DUST!!!!
THIS SHOW WILLB E DUST!!
I WILL BE DUST!!
OH MY MOTHERLOVIN EPICWORK, THAT THING THAT IS SENT FROM GOD!! OH BOY, ITS GONNA BE FORGOTTEN ABOUT JUST AS THE SAD 4CHANNERS of /b/ WHO JACK OFF AND EAT CHIPS ALL DAY AND WHOM I LOVE SO VERY DEARLY, SO VERY VERY DEARLY!!!!! NO MORE IMPORTANT THAN THAT@!!AHAHAHH!
CAUS IM SICK OF THE HIEARCHY!! AND THIS SHOW SHALL OBLITERATE IT!! OBLITERATE IT!!!! AHAHHAHAHHAHAH!!!
A CARTOON DOG IS JESUS!!! JESUS IS PIXELS!! AHAHHAH! AND HE SHALL RULE THE EARTH! AND HE SHALL TAKE POWER!!
AND HE SHALL TAKE POWER!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AND YOU MAY LOOK BACK AT THIS IN THE FUTURE AND SAY, "whatever happened to that girl and her dreams? look, i suppose it's just another deviant-artist, another person with naive fantasties who did just fade in the end" -- YES, YOU MAY LOOK AT THIS AND SEE IT!! BUT THAT HAS NOT HAPENED YET !! AND I WILLL SEE WHAT I SHALL DO!! AND I WILL SEE WHAT ALFRED SHALL DO!! AND I WILL SEE WHAT TEH INTERNET SHALL DO!!!! I AM ALIVE!! I AM FUCKING ALIVE!!!!!
(pic related --- its pickles, i love him because he's an alchoholic and he does drugs and he has a real problem!!! mmmmmmmmmm, he has prooobllemmmsssss sawwahhhhh yeaaaahh he's so empty inside and he fills it with alchohol mmmmmmmmm oh god yea i'd like him the most when he's on the floor of the bathroom covered in his own throwup with just his breifs and the shower partially running on him and he's passed out and he smells like voddkkaa mmmmmmmmmmmmm oh yea the bags around his eysssseessss mmmmm theyre so baggy and brown and darkcircled that it looks like corpse paint oh yea thats what i like thats what i like oh yea) AND OH MY FUCKING GOD CAN YOU FUCKING BELEIVE __ DICTATOR PICKLES, WHY I CAME UP WITH THTA NAME LONG BEFORE I EVEN KNEW THIS SHOW EXISTED!! HOW FUCKING EROTIC THAT MY CHARACTER IS THE SAME NAME AS THE CHARACTER I WANT TO FUCK OMGGGGGGGGGGGG! AND ALSO PICKLES EATS #POPSICLES@ IN THE SHOW AND IN THE ONE EPISODDE HE TIES UP THE GUY IN THE TORCURE ROOM AND SMOKES A CIGGARETTE AND FLICKS IT AT HIS HEAD JUST LIKE MY FUCKING PICKLES DID!! WTF!! WTF!! if only i could comprehend it more, because i bet it would make my head explode. no, you know what, it's probably best i dont comprehend it more, because it would make my head literally explode I MEAN THE FUCKING COINCIDENCE COME THE FUCK ON WHTTFF!!!!!!!!!!!\\

Oh and here is my website if anyone is interested. TEE!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.xanga.com/weedyweedyweed

THE MICHAEL KEATON THE MICHAEL KEATON THE MICAHEL KEATON I AM OBSESSED. lofe. lofe. lofe.
especially beetlejuice. WANFUCK WANFUCKl i wanna fuck.
ANyway, if anyone out there likes Alfred, I will say taht something has been brewing in my head for many many months now, back since when I completed Alfred's playhouse. It will be better, longer, and more panging than anything I have ever done. I am going to do it not out of force, anxiety, and need-for-attention like the other one was spurred by (though inspired stuff still popped up.) I am trying to do this one from the core of myself. Sometimes I get great pangs, moments of divine THEBESTTHEBEST inspiration, and freaky grandious ideas from this show as it incubates in my head. For now, all that exists in tangible form of it is notebooks of writings from when I get those delicious pangs. I hold this thing high above my head. It hangs there, constantly, and my life is ever-increasingly focused around it. And not out of fear or anxiety or need. Out of love for it, and it is becoming the driving motivator of me. The ideas in it and the vision I have encircles my day to day existance in an aura of angelic presence - it is going beyond me and everything I see becomes a reflection of it. It builds and builds in my head, and I will not be satisfied till it pangs me to death, hits me and punches me and crushes me and causes me to explode becasue of its saturation. Slowly, this show is being told from a core of myself, the thing that is real in me. I see this voice in several things that I love, one thing being Beetlejuice's eyes as he sits on my wall merged with Freddie Mercury's screeches of clarity. As I delve into myself, and find what i really Want, this show emerges.

It will take a long time I suppose, for it will be long, and it keeps building. It has become so much more than what I thought it could ever be - all I limited myself to before was staleness. And it will continue to be more. The time consuming part will be the actual animation -- but I think I can do it. I'm going to college, and I'll do this show whenever I can. I myself am learning how to live, and I will in turn breathe life into this show, and into Alfred. I see Alfred, I see him in many different ways, I see him for his own voice. It is mine, and yet it is seperate and his.
I lofe mister juicey. He is my muse. Mister juicey juice, you are EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!! mister juicey juice is Beetlejuice played by michael keaton.

Which brings me to, THE MICHAEL KEATON THE MICHAEL KEATON THE MICAHEL KEATON I AM OBSESSED. lofe. lofe. lofe.
especially beetlejuice. WANFUCK WANFUCKl i wanna fuck.
I SHANT BE DEPENDENT ANYMORE. YOU STRAINS, YOU ARE GETTING CHOPPED OFF. ALL IS FALLING AWAY!! AHAHAHHAHHAHHAH!!!!! I AM BECOMING MYSELF!! AND ALL YOU CRITICS, ALL YOU IN MY HEAD AND OUT THERE< :: I SHALL LET THEE GOO!! I SHALL!! LET!! THEE!! GOO!!

in the meantime, I might do a bit of short Shit-flashes involving me, the schoolgirl, and her delusional yearning obsession with michael keaton. This Schoolgirl is one large aspect of Alfred - however, it is a Shit-flash, and I dont want to have to animate anything. So I guess you could interpret the schoolgirl as being Alfred. HENTAI!!!!
HENTAI HENTAI HENTAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SEXAH

OH FOR ANYWONE WHO WHANTS TO KNOWW, i say i have an alfred episode incubating in my mind. MANY CONNECTIONS ARE BEING MADE. but friends, i cannot force anything, and i must wait till inspiration occurs and more connections are made and it incubates into something. I cannot give you time or date when it will ever be.

BUT FOR NOW ALL I MUST SAY IS, FRIENDS, PLEASE, BECOME AWARE THAT YOU ARE ALIVE@@!! YOU MUST BECOME AWARE TAHT YOU ARE ALIVE!!! BECAUSE THIS LIFE IS ABSURD!!! ABSURD!! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK IS IT, i mean really friends, just realize just for a second, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK FUCK CUFK\\\

i mean, this is an absurdity, the fact that I AM, and if you all ARE, that YOU ARE. it is retarded. AND IT is also a dream. IT IS FUCKING A FUCKING stupid, insignificant dream, and we all must be aware of this and NO, it's not a bad thing, it's a fANTASTIC THING@@ SO LET US ALL WANDER ABOUT WITHOUT PETTY CONCERNS IN THIS LUCID DREAM OF THIS RETARDED EXISTANCE!! OH JOY!!!!

oh and also, if you happen to come a cross a shitty flash that i have made, it is this humour i am trying out. I think it is utterly hilarious. No one else does. But i am trying to integrate it into more conventional things so it will work. I love it, i love it, i love it, i love it , i FUCING LOVE IT

HELLO EVERYBODY! I HAVE FANTASTIC NEWS! I beleive this Alfred's Playhouse will be released, the first part, this friday! THIS FRIDAY!!! Then the 2nd on saturday, nd the 3rd on sunday! OH HURRAH!!!!

OH I HAVE BEEN WORKING 3 AND A HALF, perhaps more, months on this, and I AM OF THE EXCITEMENT!!! OH OF THE JOY!!

OH Yes, and he is very hot!

HI, people. There will be more Alfred Alfer - the narcissistic masochist dog. I promise you. However the project i've been working on involving an Orwellian Mind Warp has gone into a rut - so i am starting on a new one with Alfred- Alfred's Playhouse - which involves lots lof sexual abuse! I am extremely excited in the idea of having a show on here staring Alfred - i just need to get rid of anxiety and futile self-pity cycles. My goal is to make a fucked up, disturbing, trippy series that will peel away Alfred's mind layers.

Oh, and check out this coy little man here in the picture slot. His name is Lavrenti Beria, and he was Stalin's little henchman/rapist/torchurist/SADIST!!!! He is coy. He is sexy. I love him. Does anyone think he's sexy? I'd like to cover this man in oil, grease up his bald head, oh he is coy isnot he - GIVE INTO ABSOLUTE COYNESS. Look at him there, he looks so innocent doesnt he - but no - he's a sadistic little man, oh he looks so cute and nice, but he will rape you. YAY!!