Monday, August 25, 2014

Scareyland : Thirty Six years ago this Summer: I became an Extrovert.

                               Thirty Six years ago this Summer: I became an Extrovert.
                                                             Mark William DArus.

                    I loved to ten speed bike around with my friends. We did this nearly all year round, biking everywhere to see whatever there was to capture in our minds.

                    I was a recent 16 year old when I was accepted for a Methodist Camping trip that involved biking. A close friend of mine also tried for it but was somehow denied and caps were filled.  When I, accepted and him, denied, I told my folks I wanted to back out.

                   They said no, so off I went into what I perceived as 'ScareyLand'.

                   Scareyland should always  be looked at as a real place in anothers mind when dealing with exceptionally shy teenage boys and girls somehow seeking more or at least something different based on their unique abilities. Scareyland.

                    Often bullied in my youngest walkings to school, this, learning via my father how to stand for myself and fight back against them, I so remember an xmas  years long before this, that he bought he and I matching boxing gloves to teach me how to defend myself. In modern times, parents would be seeking lawyers. Fuck it, though, I think my fathers way was better. Let them hash it out.

                   Of those days boxing with dad in a cold and clamy basement, and on the other side I made pretty/fragrant candles in the very same area, he patiently softly punched my stomach, head and groin. Each time he connected, he told me how to defend against such jabs. We would go over it, time and again til I got it right.  Over and over he I and i would do this.

                    I, was like maybe nine then, when he taught me how to stand against bullies.  My Father was a Marine. When I asked him about his basic training, he'd go blank and tell me nothing.

                     In his footlocker I found, during a boring lonely summer day of my youth,  his Basic Training Marine Corps manuals. I was about 10 then. Frankly, I can see why he didn't show me this while we were boxing. I have little doubt I would have become a total killing freak after reading that piece of work. So, thanks FAther, and also to my Mother, for influence during that boxing time frame, teaching me, impressing on me other avenues avenues of defending oneself against an aggressor. My Mother would say: Mark: Physical confrontation only occurs when both sides have nothing further intelligent to say.

                         So, I learned how to stand to bullies and not give up my lunch money, the lunch my mother made for me with loving hands.

                        A lot can be said about physical desensitization

              Yes, during my elementary years, there were many. I'd end such confrontations after my dads lessons with perhaps a black eye, bloody nose and or fat lip, but I stood above their asses, saying to them : "You want mine! Really? Give me yours!"  and I'd look at thier brutes friends and say, "c'mon, you really want this?"

                         So I learned how to defend myself. That was most cool in the 1970's but even better nowadays. Wouldn't you agree that the teaching of 8 and older females children should not learn the value of pepper spray?

                         Think about it, really.... Take time and reread if needed.

                         ScareyLand goes yet sideways in most avenues of experience. When self and strangers are faced with one another for the first time.  This is a place of gathering like the worst of blind dates. A human mental collision of everything we hold sacred within ourselves

                        Imagine being thrust into a world of others.

                       Tossed into a world of strangers and....
                        left alone. Mind scrambler to say the least as mind encounters areas vastly sideways. causes glimpsed and giving areas to learn to learn self reliance....





Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Desert Pains: Reaching Further via Social Media. JUST TAKE A SEC AND LEARN.

                                           Desert Pains: Reaching Further via Social Media. JUST TAKE A SEC                                                                        AND LEARN: Before you fall victim.
                                                                                    Mark William Darus.

                   Having recently found another avenue of gathering those that have a desire for learning about human nature, and yes, its ugliest and most disgusting aspects of it.
                        I decided to create a Facebook group in an attempt to reach out further into CyberSpace/The Electric Circus.  A place  for us to grow from delving into the darkest of alleys, depths of depravity, worst areas of ourselves for glimpse into those predators you would let into your lives. And, yes, when feelings of loneliness engulf your everyday being, you toss yourself up as ample prey to be used and most abysmally abused.

                          It is my wish, in conjunction to my blog, for all of us to gain further enlightenment on psychopaths and sociopaths we see, greet and bring into our lives each and every day.
                       If interested, send a join request,
                      HaVE  a day in bliss and peace,
                        Mark William Darus

                  here's the Link:


Monday, August 11, 2014

Lonely Moon Final

                                         Lonely Moon.
                         Will the United States ever Reclaim their footfalls there?

                                    Or was it all a hoax back when?

                      MWD 11082014

Friday, August 1, 2014

Deadly Women: Deadly World We Live In. Destroying one another...

                                                                    Deadly Women: Destroying one another....
                                                                          Mark William Darus.


                            Several months ago, I actually bought a magazine while waiting in line during shopping. It was about females serial killers, spree and thrill killers. Granted, I seem to love reading about both psychopaths and sociopaths alike, I found reading, delving into these womens lives most fascinating.

                              I thought I'd share a few links with all. These links are from FBI Profilers  (some former members of their exceptional BAU (Behavior Analysis Unit made critically known from Mark Gordon's Criminal Minds TV series.)

                          I was struck by Brenda Spencer, born April 3 1962, who from her home in San Carlos California, fired 30 rounds at Cleveland Elementary school. She injured eight children and killed two adults. She was 16 when she did this, January 29 1979.  Before surrendering to police, she called a Journalist, and when asked why she did it, her only reply was: "I don't like Mondays."

                          More perverse and perhaps further perplexing is this fact: She was very interested in Photography and won first place in a Humane Society competition in 1978, less than a year earlier.

                           This was the first American school shooting.



                              More on Brenda down the road...

                                                     Rachel Wade. Feb 27 1990:

                                                   Teenage Female Killers.


                                                  Many believe most female serial/spree/thrill killers are created from childhood abuse, both sexual and smashing their self esteem to the hilt. . I have done enough research on this to know there is credence here.

                                                  Just Melvin, Just Evil: One of the most disturbing Documentaries I have ever seen.  This is incredibly sickening and uncensored. WARNING: This is rough to watch!

                                  Perhaps this might shed some light...

                                       This one would get the best music award!

                                                      Leaving you with this one, from a former FBI Profiler:
                                               I post this because I believe the minds of the FBI's BAU to be the most disturbing, compelling and most captivating. Imagine having the enlightening and highly disgusting ability, (I call this a gift at birth, perhaps a divine curse.) Possessing an ability to dive into the minds of murders, rapists, arsonists, and the most deadly scum of humanity, empathize with them in order to find them, hunt them down and catch or kill them.


                                        Why is it so many of us are fascinated by people like this? They seek and kill so freely. hunt other human beings, catch and torture, butcher them.  Granted, I know perfectly well  where my spring rises from, but what of the rest of you?
                                      Is it from Hollywood and the myriad of Friday the 13's,  Holloween series, Jack the Ripper, or perhaps the greatest and the best they offer us: Hannibal Lector with Anthony Hopkins throwing his best?

                                        Having many friends that truly like True Crime things, I can only say this:

                                                Hey World:

                                                 Want to watch the death of others  in their backyards disturbing?

                                                 Care to see the bodies being  blown to bits or twisted beyond belief and mangled by mortar fire?

                                                 Wish to watch children getting ripped apart by shrapnel as their parents die before them as we as a race destroy one another? Justifying this, fist thumping chests as we proclaim it a needed strike to preserve our nationality.

                                                     Yeah, If you search the internet, you can see all these things and more so.

                                                    There is so much turmoil going on now, I feel lost when attempting to write about it. This makes me stupid, so I apologize for this.

                                 As always, Dearest Readers,
                  Mark William Darus