PLACEBO FOR THE DAMNED

GREETINGS BARBARIANS!

I've been thinking and searching about some facts that have been hovering around my mind. I can say that after a long meditation I got a logical and satisfying answear and the answer is PLACEBO!

Have you ever thought about how the so called "miracles" really work? Or have you ever tryed to get into the deepest corner of their origens? Non explained cures, no, explained facts that made you speechless and breathless, signs came from nowhere...

According to "The Secret" theory, everything that happens around us is driven by our own thoughts, wishes, summarizing in mind power. People use call this influence by many names, they call it divine, magical, etc.

Have you ever heard about the psychological effect of the pills of flour that actually cure headaches, proving that the cure is not related to the drug? Well, this is called the PLACEBO effect!

So from this principle we can conclude that the miraculous cure attributed to divine things and prayers is nothing but a placebo effect, and it works just like a pill made by flour for a headpain from the believer's view, it doesn't have any real effect but then they believe, so it has!

EVERYTHING IS IN YOUR BRAIN!

SWEET KISSES!

Jay Babilon

FOR THE DICTATOR

GREETINGS BARBARIANS!

Long time with no interactions isn't it? Whatever, but today I'm only inspired enough to do a little tribute for a dear friend who is always bothering around but he's the one who I can't survive without, someone insane and freak as me, the Dick I mean the Dictator, my male version!

 

Come to share my inner feelings, 

Dare to uncover my creepy lust, 

I know we are the same bloody creature 

Born from the same insane flame, 

You share my sickness, 

You share my desires, 

Now at least you will share my soul.

SWEET KISSES DICTATOR!
Jay Babilon

WARNING!

GREETINGS BARBARIANS!

My sweet barbarians today I'm just passing to say that it won't have any new post for a while because ... it's not of your business I will be in a long vacation and dealing with the great results of a project started last year so I will only have time for myself, but we meet again... very soon!

SWEET KISSES!
Jay Babilon

TO THE SINNERS THE HELL FIRE!

GREETINGS BARBARIANS!

Did you ever asked where ends the justice and starts the simple revenge? Or did you ever think that a bullet in someone's head was the right thing to do? I DID and do you want to know more? So check it out in this post about my oppinion on this topic.

The line between revenge and justice is surely tenuous, what defines justice and what defines the revenge? The law? The rules? The need of make someone pay for their crimes or the simple wish to see a certain motherfucker bleeding just because we believe they deserve?

What is the difference of kill a bastard supported by the law and smash a head because someone piss we off? The point is that everyone has its own sence of what is right and what is wrong. Humans are the most cheap creatures in the world so no-one can determinate what is right and declaire someone guilty according to their own judgment. For many people to kill a dad is something bizarre but for me this may represent freedom and happiness, JUSTICE! For many stupids, to cry on the feet of a imaginary and absurd thing like a god for example is a need or something natural but for me is rotten because religion is a cancer and a massive destruction weapon in wrong hans.

So as you can see your justice does not fit on my needs and maybe what you call revenge I call justice. many people may argue and say there must be a couple of rules to direct the society and then to avoid the caos and I say the caos is created by the lack of justice and this justice many times must come under a heavy cover of a BLOODY REVENGE!

SWEET KISSES!

Jay Babilon

HUNT LIKE A WOLF, KILL LIKE A SAXON!

GREETINGS BARBARIANS!

Today I'll talk a little bit about things that I call battle techniques, but actually it's just the position that I use to take or a behavior that I adopt in some circunstances when little bothering things get into my way, these techniques always work with me and maybe many people will think: "Oh but it's not necessary such a incisive performance", but believe me it is. Check it out and discover why!

And so they come, the enemies, with their bent swords and rotten tongues and dare to challenge us. What the hell they think with that pathetic performance, by chance they think they get some drop of attention? Silly scum! And then you turn away once and they get furious, vomiting more and more shit, they definitely are not something to worry about, they are so small and so weak, but their yelp is irritating so it's to give them what they ask so desperately!

Then we throw them on the dusty soil, spit on their faces taking the axe and cut their dirty bodies in small pieces! Kick them and smash their heads or they will stand it up to still vomit shit to you. Burn their rotten corpses or their desperate souls will still try to come back.

Our axes, swords and armor are our pride, our streinght, our MAJESTY, our wildness, our SUPERIORITY, our youth. That's why they always LOSE and...

THAT'S WHY I ALWAYS WIN!

SWEET KISSES!

Jay Babilon

SUCH A SHAME!

GREETINGS BARBARIANS!

In this very special day I'm just passing to share a really nice song by The Cranberries, I found it out by chance and it's simply awesome, I hope you enjoy!

SWEET KISSES!

Jay Babilon

THE BROKEN MIRROR

GREETINGS BARBARIANS!

How many barbarians have tryed to look at themselves on a broken mirror? What did those pieces of glass has showed you? Did you like what you see when you look at a broken mirror?

 

What kind of image do we see when we put ourselves in front of a broken mirror? A deformed and ugly creature who don't look a bit like our real selves. In this case I don't refer to a real mirror but about the image that we do of ourselves toward the world.

And what makes us look to ourselves and see a deformed image or even, what make the world see us as deformed creature, broken in ugly pieces? It's for sure our behavior, the lack of self-respect, the lack of self-love.

It's not a secret that the deforming behavior is when you put yourself in a position where everybody laughs on you, when you play the pitiful, the piece of trash without self-respect, when you humiliate yourself, making yourself a carpet where we KINGS & QUEENS walk on! When you dare to beg desperately for the attention of those spit on your face, when you are abandoned and even run after who vomited on you and left you on the road. These are the kind of pitiful behavior that makes you look like a image reflected on a broken mirror.

SO... DO YOU STILL LIKE WHAT YOU SEE ON THE MIRROR?

ROYAL KISSES!

Jay Babilon

AND SO THE SWEETEST THINGS OF LIFE - PART II

GREETINGS BARBARIANS!

Today we have the second part of the post "The Sweetest Things of Life". After making some interesting discovery I had to create this text that I guess will help many people to understand some sick human behavior. I hope you enjoy!

As much as I think I could never understand why is so hard for humans to acept other's happines & success. Is it a case of low esteem? Nonsense? Envy? Oh this category of humans I call LOSERS.

It's so funny how each step of us is mensured, chased, envied. But as I've told many times before only kings & queens are chased. Unimportant people aren't remembered at all.

These sick people live in a paralel world, created by them where everything works out for them, a fictious place where they are happy, but this is nothing but a way to scape from reality... their cruel reality. So they try to us also to believe in their fictious world. WTF!!

Then we find out another SWEET THING OF LIFE and it's the INFLUENCE!

INFLUENCE: It's actually a part of the POWER, you can call it the power of your existence , of your presence in other's life even if you're far. We've got such a strong power on the person that they can't do anything, they can't sleep, they can't wake up, they can't eat, they can't fuck, they can't breath without thinking about us. We live in their minds, our influence is tattoed on their souls, they chase, they're always talking about us, blackmailing, our names fed their sick minds and our HAPINESS & SUCCESS fed their insanity, our rise fed their despair. we have such influence on their lives that we are the only topic of their conversations! And this put us on the condition of QUEENS/KINGS and put them in the condition of SCUM.

So my sweet barbarians get this tip to your life, if someone can't forget you it means you have a fucking big influence in their lives and all they do, all they think is only about you, because THEY WANT TO BE YOU!

SWEET KISSES!

Jay Babilon

AND SO THE SWEETEST THINGS OF LIFE...

Today I'm writing a little bit about some unusual topic, unusual for me for sure. Is about the sweetest things that make life look colorful and tastes sweet.

POWER: For sure the power is first thing that keep us on the top of hapiness, it give us self confidence, self-steem, energy, satisfaction. What kind of power? There are many kinds of power but I'm talking about KNOWLEDGE, YOUTH, BRAVERY, to be enough wild to win anything and anyone, the power of courage. So no-one will be able to defeat you!

SILENCE: When I think about silence I think about peace of spirit reached on the top of an isolate mountain; about to forget about the reality and dive into our own world full of fantastic colors, where we hide our unspeakable thoughts, our particular universe; I also think about the silence given to the fools. The silence is the best weapon against that people who is not even a substantial opponent. To the SCUM I GIVE THE SILENCE!

SECRET: Make your heart a locked box where you hide the most valuable treasures, where you hide your true feelings and no-one will be able to hurt you. Make your chest the Pandora's Box and keep your secrets inside!

SWORD: Keep a flower in one hand and a sword in the other, smile when it's needed, be sweet when necessary and ATACK when they ask to be kicked, kill with no fear, with no regret, put the trash on their real place when they start to make a fuss, not necessarily with guns, but with your majesty.

So these are some of the things that I reached along my life and that I believe make life a real rainbow. Have faith in YOURSELF, BE A BLOODY WARRIOR and keep them on mind! ;)

SWEET KISSES!

Jay Babilon

SWEET QUEEN OF BARBARISM

THE CROWN! It's resting on que Great Queen's head, covering her dark hairs with golden light, emanating her own majesty.

And the QUEEN rests on her throne, all the enemies had gone, she kicked all their coward asses, banishing them from her reign. She can hear their lament, the loudest desperate cry of the ones who got defeated and humiliated is the most sweet chant to her ears.

Oh but they fought, they fought untill the end, until the fall, untill their faces look dirty and disgusting. Relying on their false gods, they walked straight to the hell, but the demons of hell denied they stay and they returned to the earth where they turned into errant ghosts, forgotten shadows.

And so reigns the QUEEN, on all her majesty, wildness, violence, there are blood on a hands a sword in the other, she has no challenge, nobody reached her level untill today, she's ready and waiting for the day when she will  take more heads!


ROYAL KISSES!
Jay Babilon

A BARBARIAN CHANT

"He left a extense red field behind himself and threw his sword away, leaving it among the corpses, he wouldn't need a blade anymore, all he enemies have disapeared and so the 'demons'. He was tired, his body was heavy, he was getting into the time to realize the silence, to embrace the invisible, to let go of the being to get into something bigger... the mistery of to disintegrate and let every little piece be taken by the coldest wind... desintegrating and becoming supreme, desintegrating and setting free. And then he joined the nature, the Prime Mother, the begining..."

Jay Babilon

THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL... THE LOSER HAS TO SUCK!

I don't wanna talk about how a certain kind of people has such a difficulty on recognize that they were born to lose. But I surely couldn't go to bed without to vomit on their faces a little bit, here in my Wall of  Execrations!

I wonder why is so hard to just accept that some people are made to curve themselves to the destiny and accept that in the world as in the nature there are hunters and hunted ones and it's naturally impossible to the scum reach the top of the golden tree.

Using the excuse of a ridiculous prophecy they throw theirselves on a sea of mistakes, humiliation, self pity and a desperate attempt of recover the things they lost by pure incompetence. Oh old and fat pieces of shit!

PITIFUL LOSERS!

SWEET KISSES!

Jay Babilon

THE TALE OF THE LONELY OLD WHORE FROM WESTMINSTER, USA

*PS: Any resemblance with real people or situation is the mere REALITY!

Once upon a time in Westminster, USA a FAT and UGLY granny whore got tired of have sex with 5 or 6 random men per day and got a decision! She needed something to make her miserable life more intersting once she was closer to death and her rotten vagina was still begging for a dick, she decided to become a WHORE in the land of kamasutra, INDIA!

Even being older than my grandmother she decided to date a guy younger than her own son, but this was not the worst she also started to fuck with his brothers, nephew and cousins while whispering love words of a desperate granny in his ears! So disgusting!

Few months have gone until he gets fed up of the granny whore and then he kicked her old ass like a fat piece of shit. well her vagina was so wasted and stinky that he could not handle her anymore. Such a pity of her...

So he finaly REPLACED the granny whore for a young and beautiful girl what made the old one get insane in pain and drown herself in a desperate wish of revenge, sending her cheap lovers abuse the beautiful young queen saying cheap things etc. Such a loser! But as the granny saw that neither of her tactic worked out she got more and more desperate, she even shout out loud to the world that she would go to India to rub her stinky, old  and rotten vagina on the face of the young ex-lover!

But the worst thing ever is that according to her, god, yes Jesus Christ told her to go to india and become a kind of divine prostitute and fuck with all the guys that her vagina could handle! Come on christian community do you accept this??

As everybody around heard her ex-young lover and his new young queen spend the time laughing on the granny whore for her sickness but untill today she thinks she can recover something she never had, she thinks she can overcome a young beautiful queen whom can still have children, while her old uterus is being eaten by worms!

Well the only thing I can say to this kind of person is: REST IN PEACE OLD SHIT!

SUCH A SHAME!

YOUNG & ROYAL KISSES!

Jay Babilon

News!

So... I could say sorry for my long absence but as you all may know I never say sorry, anyway the last weeks have been full and my precious time's been short. My colorful offline life full of roses also can't be neglected so my sweet posts have been archived for a while. Academic life, business, pet and to keep the corpses hidden under the bed in secret is stressant so I decided to get available also on ASK to make possible a better interaction with Jay. I promisse I will not to desapear for such a long fucking time again, but honestly speaking I dont need to promisse anything or clarify a shit because my private life is not of anyone's fucking business nevertheless one thing is true new and really interesting bloody posts are coming along and the promisse to mess up with your sick mind, sweet readers, so hold on!

What do you wanna know about me? Ask me here:

 http://ask.fm/JayBabilon

SWEET KISSES!

Jay Babilon

AND SO, THE HELL...

According to Dante it's where the essence of our sins is dismembered into circles which embrace the punishment of our immortal souls. But bringing this concept to a contemporary sphere, the SIN, the CIRCLES and the PUNISHMENT can be revealed as our bad acts, our sence and what we make with this both things.

If your sin is being someone unable to be trusted, you will be thrown in the circle of the sordid ones that is the corner of your mind where your sence will point a long and red finger on your face and shout out loud how cheap and worthless you are! And your punishment: Your words have no value to the people suposed to be important in your life and to them your most precious spoken feelings will be nothing but a waste! PITIFUL!

And then, I don't mean to hell as a sphere where our souls will move to after our death but everything around us, modified by our hands and the thing which will define if we are creating a hell or heaven is our wishes, our words, our acts, our inner beauty or our inner rotteness. Our mind is the deepest corner of the hell, it's able to eat us and swallow everyone else around us.

So watch out your mind and let the hell to our ENEMIES, throw them into it but don't jump together!

SWEET KISSES!

Jay

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SWEET KISSES!

Jay

KINGS & QUEENS

Sometimes we find ourselves so concerned about why do those bastards chase us, they supervise us, they stay behind the trees looking at us from far, they want to know each step of us... sad. I just got a conclusion about this and it's pure ENVY and LOW STEEM!

I've heard long ago from someone in somewhere that: ''If they hate us there're only two reasons. they fear us or they're envy!"

The fear many times is converted to hate when they realize their own weakness, if they have no strenght to fight and defeat us so they hate us... actually in this case they hate their own weakness... sad pitiful pieces of shit!

As long as I grew up I started to understand the meaning of this behavior, this thinking, so I could realize that THEY ONLY CHASE KINGS & QUEENS! They try to compensate their smallness, weakness, ugliness trying to bring us down, trying to steal our treasures... what a pity.

And then you ask me if I hate them? Why would a majestic lion feel hate or fear for a rat? No I don't hate them, I feel PITY...

SWEET KISSES!

Jay

GHOSTS... PALE MEMORIES... FORGOTTEN ONES...

 Why couldn't they just LEAVE... why don't they just FADE... ?

 

They are everywhere, they come when we last expected just to mess up with the natural order of the things, to interfere where they are not welcome anymore! The forgotten ones, the dead, the ghosts... in our dreams, in our lives, in our ways to re-take their old treasures which ones now got found out by us... these treasures belong to us, the living ones!

What does keep them hopeful? What does make them still wait, still to hope for the day our treasures will come back to them? Why don't they just leave.... us alone?

All those colorful days full of happiness, where they used to paint their days with the rejoicing of love, tears come through the static eyes, eyes which stare at a empty corner of the room, staring at the PAST! Sure the sweetest memories are the thing that keep them among the living ones... the memories....

Holding back those moments is keeping the ghosts between us... the treasures once rejoiced by these ghosts found a new owner and now they are the reason of someone else smile... the ''morning suns'' also turned into dark nights and got left in the past, that morning sun also became a ghost. So the ''angels'' must fade and leave the treasures fly away to the new land where the red wings of the raven are opened for them... The red wings raven is the new owner of the treasure!

So please GHOSTS, stay in the past!

PALE KISSES!
Jay

SO ARE YOU ASKING WHERE IS MY HUMANITY?

So many smiles to garnish the days when the sun rises up, so many voices, noises, sounds of a life that goes on, and of that ones which is borning! Such a creepy thing! The humanity is reproducing! Nasty!

They have no consciousness of their own rotteness, they only reproduce themselves! Humanity... rapists, killers, robbers, liars, cheaters, pedophiles, homophobic, terrorists, racist... THIS IS THE HUMANITY!

So what's the problem about being a person whom threw her feelings into the trash and decided to not be human? It seems like being a human is so DISGUSTING!

And moreover I've always thought about the fact of ''the weakness of the soul" when you let the feelings burn into your heart. Showing or having certain feelings can kill you... Love, mercy, passion, charity, all this shit have the power of smash our heart mainly if we share them with others, family, lovers, friends....

 

 

And then you tell me we should be ''human being'' because machines are not able to give the awesome colors of life to the world...

Then you ask me where is human being in me and I say: IT'S MAYBE IN YOUR ASS, HYPOCRITE BASTARD!

COLD KISSES!

Jay

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SWEET KISSES!

Jay