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