THE RELIGIOUS PSYCHO KILLERS SHIT LIST

Welcome to the mind of John Scott Ridgway. Beware falling rocks and angels.

YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER WHAT THE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY CALLS THE 'WITTING.' The implication being anyone who doesn't know what is truly going on in the world is 'unwitting.' I have an academic/artist background that includes three books, oil painting, radio and tv... though mostly, I write on the web and give the words away. Better read than dead, I always say. I studyied military intelligence, cults, english, history, and philosophy, among other subjects that I took in my quest to have something to say in my work.... I am proud to say I studied under peaceful warriors, like Dr. Danial Stern, an icon in the sixties who hung out with the panthers, dealt with agent provocaters, spies.

A BASTOON OF TRUE FREEDOM IN A WORLD CONDENSED INTO POLITE CONVERSATIONS. I HAVE SITES ALL OVER THE PLACE THAT YOU CAN SEE MY OTHER SIDES WITHIN.
http://theelvesattic.blogspot.com/
http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com/

Find me on facebook at john scott ridgway... there are two of me... one is active. I trust you can figure it out. Doing a lot of stuff there. Basically showing my daily trek throughout the dozens of papers I peruse while waiting in some bush, pr parked somewhere, you know, out stalking, or whatever, you know... hunting humans, maybe... but not in an illegal way. Really.

I urge you to try out my new Jesus, blog, too. He is nothing like you have read before. This creature from the planet Heaven is mistaken for an alien, a cult leader, a terrorist.... Military intelligence agents and secrets are thrown all over in this blog.... please spread my writing whereever forfree... The book is not just for Christians. I am almost an agnostic... I, Christ... will lead you to heaven, or at least give you a lot to think about. After years of getting mostly a's in college, I can at least parrot a few things you have not heard.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

YOU'RE A WHAT????

Frambles pushed himself up and off of the creamy white flesh, rolled over on his back and looked up into the ceiling, noticing numerous cob webs that he was surprised he had never seen before. He wanted to think about the cob webs just then to the exclusion of all, expecially the woman he was laying in bed with, who he had just seduced with a combination of Bing Crosby, a hot, candled bath, and copious amounts of weed and beer.


Frambles was basically moral. At least he thought he was, by virtue of the fact that he gave a lot of thought as to whether he was acting on the side of the heros, or following around his ignorant inner ape.
He had become like this because of his parents treatment of him during critical phases in his early childhood development, genetic possibilities and probablities, and all in all accidents and designs too numerous to recall. He was physically repulsed by the idea of doing something he considered evil. And evil he had just done, however unknowingly.


He had picked the girl up in a bar, where she appeared to be a groupie who followed around his roomates band. Turns out, as she had just made clear, she had used a false id to get into the bar, and despite her allusioins to worldly ways and the ease with which he had seduced her, she had just announced to him that she was a virgin.

"That's why it hurt."
"I guess. I don't really know how its supposed to feel."

"Oh, christ!!!" He had seduced her knowing that he did not want a relationship with her, a stupid thing that he had done enough as a teenager to know better.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing... just that I'm twenty seven and you are sixteen. You really should have told me that you were a sixteen year old virgin."
"You wouldn't have went out with me then. So, we're going together now, right?"
"Oh, christ..... I'm divorced. I don't go with people anymore. I either date, engage, or marry."
"Seriously, we're going together, right?"
"As long as you don't care if I refer to you as jail bait, even in front of your parents."
"That will be funny."
"You could get in a lot of trouble assuming that I am an adult who knows what he is talking about."
"You've already gotten me in a lot of trouble. I always wanted to try pot, too, though..."
"What? Oh, Christ... you've never tried pot, either?"
"No, but I wanted to...."
"I should just cut to the chase and get you addicted to herion and put you out on the streets to hooker for me. You know, I just realized, if you ever get really pissed at me, you could have me sent straight to jail."
"Well, I guess you had better treat me right." She meant this as a joke, at that moment, though he would find out later the implication that he owed her would grow stronger and stronger in her mind... and that is how a foolish twenty seven year old male ended up spending an hour and half being humiliated at a high school prom in Findlay, Ohio.


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