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  1. In a remote park of my area there are two fields divided by what they called a crevice in the ground, leading to the creek. This all is located behind the woods in front of the park and baseball area. It is all where we played paintball years ago, and I still obsess with its future. Not just a future of buying a machete and making the woods the once-beautiful place it was before the hurricanes hit, but an organization of paint ball with zombies, hidden audio-ware for all means of horror, BBQ, food, and simply the ultimate paintball getaway. If that ever ends up not being fun to me, it should provide fun to anyone in my city. A lonely walk through that park helped me cook up one story on how it will go without it being stupid... "OMFgosh this sounds a little retarded: paintball with zombies? Who's going to be the zombies?" "I know I'm not going to be a zombie. What do you have to do; try to tag players out while being shot all over your mask?" "Whatever dude, it's going to have food. Plus, I have work at 6. So I can't stay long anyways." The group of boys driving in the vehicle are just miles away from Cedar Park, a baron place recently rennovated after years of people having to look at the old playground; the largest place missing the largest slide. It is their first time heading this way to a place long loved by Joe Mendoza. For what they see in the park is among far more of what Joe once saw there in a period of 20 years of well-adjusting memory. They are friends of friends of Joe. He'd be intrigued, but truly indifferent with new players, as they all come and go with their own fucking important likes and dislikes. There were many times Joe has seen people leave and never come back to such a great place for paintballing. This time, his exposition will get your time's worth whether you hate the guy or not. Give a dog a stick to chew, hate him, take away the stick, but the dog loves to growl. All for now. Ideas to come and clarify what is to be posted. Jeez, I really wish I had shit my way for a good long while now. People hate me, as they still think I should learn to hate, but I provide. I provide, because I know what hatred is. It takes perfection to appeal to haters. Therefore, a perfectionist feeeds from hatred. *Sigh* So many haters, but no money. I'm totally worth that money... I really hope to make that money. It's all about ideas, not doubt; it's sniffing around!
  2. Dying from old age is never from the age, but the body's harshest weakness. So what if you suppress each of those illnesses? Do you think that's difficult alone, while the truth is out there with Dr. Mark Hyman, who belives in functional medicine: addressing the core of the symptoms, rather than the symptoms themselves. This is exactly what I thought about, but not on health, but towards the way my friends and family treated me. I'd get the feeling people want me on medication, but I always knew they had something to hide. I always gained power and strength from understanding and facing the truth. That's what addressing the core problems did for me. I was always smarter as a child, isn't that funny? So now that you see the truth can be anything by moving past amateur prospects, how possible could it be to make someone live as long as they can afford to? Affording it is an obvious addition to the subject. Everyone has to pay to live. You never go wrong with throwing that one in. That's what this is all about: Saying what IS true, rather than settling for every doubt everyone always thinks about. For whatever vote you decided upon on the poll, it doesn't matter, because this was only a sideline interest. See, interests are food to my brain. I never spend too much time on my interests, because I need so many of them to operate my mind, but now that people think I'm just a smart person alone who only should focus on singular things, my great ideas are translating into primordial shit like killing and theft. I find myself thinking like a wrapper: Steal it and kill, bitches. No one can really help me replicate my own work, when I need one thing to make it work: My will. Working against it just takes my brain and subtracts 2% of human genome, which makes me screaming/roaring gorilla. So as much as I love my parents, when it comes to them just treating me like an animal, and socializing me into the person they want me to be, I just think about who I am going to be when they pass away and when that will be. It aint me, but it's the way it is. Anti-aging really discusses the true form or succession towards perfection. So it's a very sensitive topic, or the topic is sensitivity in every possible way. Even funnier in a prismatic relation, sensitivity is also what the youth feels more than older people. Therefore, gaining sensitivity is what it's all about in age prevention. The more sensitive you can become without feeling bad, the long you will live. That is for anyone who can sense illness and is also more sensitive, also knows how to prevent it. So if you still think it's impossible for mua to figure it out, I find YOU kind of funny. I've dealt with a lot of people like you, and I don't plan on stopping. If you really want me to stop, you have to make me satisfied, because like I said: I need my interests to make me happy. So the less you bother me; you, as in you spies, the less time I spend thinking about it. The more you bother me, the more anti-aging becomes a subjective problem and that I work against you like insects or wasps: So small, but so intentive to hurt you. Walk left, and so I angle my self towards the left, aimed at you; walk to the right, and I will angle myself towards the right direction. However, you don't have to flatter me. Saying you believe in me is just one more compliment I have to be sure I can handle. After all, no one who has really complimented me really has ever let me know they have attempted to help me. Help is a confusing word on the subject of anti-aging. When we're older, our sensitivities lie in especially things we don't like. That really means whatever it is we don't like is something we absolutely abstain from knowing. Therefore, it is through what we hate that will make us younger for cheap and no machine. This may involve giving up religion, past memories, feature prospects, and everything else towards reinvention of your entire brain, as if you are doing mind-altering drugs. So if anyone wants to smoke "Joe's shit," just know this is exactly what I'm on: what you just read, dust particles, gas fumes from riding a bike on the streets; and rebellion against tobacco smokers.
  3. Primary difference between an animal's behavior and an animal being zombified: No fear of death by hunger or death at all. Stalking time is reduced by the will to eat and kill. Depending on virus strand (advocating depopulation), the given animal fears killing, but bites, scratches, and throws up willingly. The shit spray from Tiger's gun hole also infects you from the depopulation zombie virus. So a zombie tiger may pounce and spray out its arse to try to infect someone behind it. To the tiger, the virus tells it to say, "fuck you," instead of being full of rage. This gives an alien fear since raging impulses are present, but still barren. Gorillas no longer tear you apart, as basic zombie strands do. Instead, they favor throwing you around with a desire to kill or feed. The virus makes it ignore deficiency of food, ignore the living human's life, and care; and increases playfulness. This causes it to throw, push, slap, or a jumping on one survivor, then jumping onto the next. In other words, with or without modified zombie strands, animals would be superior deadly since they all are highly muscular if infected. A great indicator of the difference could be a game, or Gran-Theft Auto, where you visit zoos, or that you can, but the animals are normal. Later in the game, they are zombified. Then again, the game is better off taken place in Africa, since Eastern European/Asian countries should rarely have a tiger appear. That causes a lot of writing technique for a necessary entrance of a zombie tiger. Perhaps, they all would know not to be infected, unless the smell is simply delicious.