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Hi Rich,
 
Just a note to go with the attached pics.  A few of Will's amazing erection, which we went over to see yesterday afternoon.  It's brilliant - really big and strong.  He's done a great job.  In one you can see him and Dad and Will looks knackered (which he is but very happy) but it was freezing cold too, hence the hunched shoulders.  The cats are hoping their heads will grow into their bodies!  The other shot I took on the way over to Will & Kirsty's and I thought it may help you feel cooler!

Take care Matey and loads and loads of love,
 
Mum & Dad XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Aokigahara

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Aokigahara (青木ヶ原^?), also known as the Sea of Trees (樹海 Jukai^?), is aforest that lies at the base of Mount Fuji in Japan. The caverns found in this forest are rocky and ice-covered annually. It has been claimed by local residents and visitors that the woods are host to a great amount of paranormal phenomena

The forest floor consists primarily of volcanic rock and is difficult to penetrate with hand tools such as picks or shovels. There are also a variety of unofficial trails that are used semi-regularly for the annual "body hunt" done by local volunteers, who mark their search areas with plastic tape. The plastic tape is never removed, so a great deal of it litters the first kilometer of the forest, past the designated trails leading to tourist attractions such as the Ice Cave and Wind Cave. After the first kilometer into Aokigahara towardsMount Fuji, the forest is in a much more pristine state, with little to no litter and few obvious signs of human contact. On some occasions human remains can be found in the distant reaches of the forest, but these are usually several years old and consist of scattered bones and incomplete skeletons, suggesting the presence of scavenging animals.

A very popular myth states that the magnetic iron deposits underground cause compasses to malfunction and travelers to get lost in the forest. However, Japan's Self Defence Force and the US Military regularly run training practices through portions of the forest, during which military grade lensatic compasses have been verified to function properly. Vehicles, GPS equipment, and other electronic devices function properly.

t is also a popular place for suicides, reportedly the world's second most popular suicide location after San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge.^[2][3] Its popularity for suicides is due in some part to the novel Kuroi Jukai (黒い樹海 lit. Black Sea of Trees^?), which ends with the lovers of the novel committing suicide in the forest. Since the 1950s, more than 500 people have lost their lives in the forest, mostly suicides,^[3] with approximately 30 counted yearly.^[4] In 2002, 78 bodies were found within the forest, replacing the previous record of 73 in 1998.^[5] The high rate of suicide has led officials to place signs in the forest, urging those who have gone there in order to commit suicide to seek help and not kill themselves. The annual search, consisting of a small army of police, volunteers and attendant journalists, began in 1970.^[6]

In 2008, Joshua Gates and his team from the Syfy television show, Destination Truth, went to Aokigahara to look for ghosts.

Aside from those intending to die there, the dense forest and rugged inaccessibility has attracted thrill seekers. Many of these hikers mark their routes by leaving colored plastic tapes behind, causing concerns from prefectural officials for the ecosystem of the forest.^[7]

In 2004, a movie about the forest was released, called Jyukai — The Sea of Trees Behind Mt. Fuji (樹の海 lit. Sea of Trees^?), by the director Takimoto Tomoyuki. It told the story of four people who decided to end their lives in the forest of Aokigahara. While scouting for shooting locations, Takimoto told reporters that he found a wallet containing 370,000 yen (roughly $3,760 USD), giving rise to the popular rumor that Aokigahara is a treasure trove for scavengers.^[8] Others have claimed to have found credit cards, rail passes, and driver's licenses.

Human Hibernation

In the mountains, the tradition of seasonal sloth was ancient and pervasive. “Seven months of winter, five months of hell,” they said in the Alps. When the “hell” of unremitting toil was over, the human beings settled in with their cows and pigs. They lowered their metabolic rate to prevent hunger from exhausting supplies. If someone died during the seven months of winter, the corpse was stored on the roof under a blanket of snow until spring thawed the ground, allowing a grave to be dug and a priest to reach the village.

The same mass dormancy was practiced in other chilly parts. In 1900, The British Medical Journal reported that peasants of the Pskov region in northwestern Russia “adopt the economical expedient” of spending one-half of the year in sleep: “At the first fall of snow the whole family gathers round the stove, lies down, ceases to wrestle with the problems of human existence, and quietly goes to sleep. Once a day every one wakes up to eat a piece of hard bread. ... The members of the family take it in turn to watch and keep the fire alight. After six months of this reposeful existence the family wakes up, shakes itself” and “goes out to see if the grass is growing.”

tighter than a crabs pussy.

The girl is of asian descent, beaten to a pulp, emaciated and drugged out of her mind in the back of the hair salon, yellow newspaper covers most of the window space, Can't believe we thought this might have worked for us.
Its pinning me down, Black Muscle and snakelike it convulses and even if it may not want me to watch, it wants me to be THERE, to be a part of the killing and I can feel it through every convulsion across my stomach. I won't be a witness, I won't watch but I'm there and its probably a million times worse this way, I know its rape and I know it's eating her and my mind flickers through a million, billion deaths she's going through and I lurch toward the glass door I know is locked.
Black muscle pins me and the wooden chair back against the wall squeezing every bit of air from my lungs, my ribs are broken and its enormous slug-like bulk lays across my lap, I swear my legs will break. besides, what was I thinking? even if I had got out... my girl was still in the far corner between the whitewashed glass facade and the chipped wall of tiles, koi fish, her emaciated hands clawed at her own face stuck in an expression of motionless, jaw-agape and yellowing horror, she's seeing all and I'm a part of it.
And its over, Its over, Its over. We aren't cool enough for this crowd and they know it. why are we here? its been weeks and without money the only sustenance is out of these barrels, neon lights and booming electronic beats a five year old could make disorient me. you look sick - fuck.
It must be the a.m.? 4 if I were to make a guess and this club, this party isn't for us and these silk dresses don't like each other, let alone me, us. I reach for the shellfish out of the barrel, I don't think they even came from the sea, years ago I wouldn't have dreamed of eating this shit and it makes me gag now, down my gullet and die. Silk skirt cunts.
I retire to the safe spot, safe enough - its a wall of glass tanks, full of live sea creatures, the one I always look at - it'll never be bought, who'd eat it?! its some kind of amphibian, four legs and a bulbous green/blue head its hue staining its tank as it rocks back and forth like a Sarajevo orphan with a head full of shrapnel, eased back from the dead for some reason. I think its mocking me.
I haven't seen you for years and you won't take the stage, you're blank and expressionless and you don't recognize me and it makes my heart bleed. Take the FUCKING stage! we're going to the Jew, you remember that much at least and he gives you what you need and me a small cup of tea and a nod. this looks like it was made out of ball point pens and copper wire. Jew, Kid, whoever, shoot it into my face. Shoot me up kid! in the face, RIGHT IN THE FUCKING FACE. the sun beats me into the shade of a roadside tree, the city looks old fashioned, simple, like it was put together by fuckwits. AND! I'm not even high, not even close.
This Stream is all bleach and ammonia, its burning my toes I know that much, Father is proud of me, I know that too. These kids are rich and obnoxious and collecting party stuffs they snarl comments at each other with reptillian hiss, they piss money, they bleed it. She's between 4 walls of glass and water and in a second she's all chinese sausages, seaweed, pig offal, octopus suckers. Her brother is climbing in too, sickening to watch but fascinating nonetheless and I'm hard. This school is hip to the bone.
I'm in my room watching the city lit up by lightning - and I can't make rent. 

Angry much?

http://www.mediafire.com/file/nqwmutm1xmi/Deadguy%20-%20I%20Know%20Your%20Tragedy%20(Live%20At%20CBGB's).zip

http://www.mediafire.com/file/wqqmr43wijd/Kiss%20It%20Goodbye%20-%20Choke%20EP.zip

the Deadguy album was a live show with Buzzov-en and Brutal Truth at CBGB's (what a line-up!), the KIG ep is as essential as their full length - I totally stole these links, enjoy.

AIMEE NASH / The Black Ryder

http://www.dronemagazine.com/2009/06/interview-black-ryder.html

So I Still have a hopeless crush on Aimee Nash!, ex Guitarist for The Morning After Girls and current Guitars/Songwriting/Vocals in THE BLACK RYDER, they are majestically brilliant enough to keep you entertained until My Bloody Valentine drop their (long, long promised) new bomb of an album, big call I know but this is the real fucking deal (just check who is playing on this record for proof of that), dirty, beautiful, heavy shoegaze psychedelia (just like they don't make no more), If this band are hyped (and hey they aren't having trouble selling out shows without an  album released yet... then its deserved, and fuck you, THIS BAND NEED TO RUN THEIR COURSE with yer support,  drugs of choice at the ready... BUY THE TICKET, TAKE THE RIDE... do them proud and make me a happy man. on behalf of me and Static Migration Records... do the right thing.

http://www.myspace.com/theblackryder

EYEHATEGOD, Morrowfest

"The Rolling Stones Risen From the Dead"