Twenty Twenty one

Twenty Twenty one
Twenty Twenty one is monotonous,
People being reclusive, masses rhythmic merge like ants who forget how to party,
Distorting media news should be given a cannine cannon,
People stay at home unwilling to work too hackneyed on Netflix and chill,
Too much excess prelude short time willing  ,
If grossly overweight that's why the state is renegade,
Told to deal with it,not to worry or fret about this present ordeal,
It will all come out in the wash but thier is plenty of dirty laundry yet to come,
So that's do what the British do best sit down and have a cup of tea.

Thriller

Rusty brown leaves rustle on the ancient yew tree,footsteps are heard crunching on the grey white grave path.
The gothic wrought iron gates open with ear spitting creak ,we come upon a shapeless shadow sitting on a chair made of human skulls .
Beside this grime chair is a table on which a decapitated hand has been made into a candle holder, the candle sticks are the remains of fingers dipped in wax and a wicks placed on top.
Our host is ready to read tonight s Fiendish Tale, for your delight.
Host 

"It's time for my ode to my favourite time of year a little ditty I call Thriller "

I heard the door Slam, I need to run but there's nowhere left to run.
I feel a cold hand on my shoulder and I wonder if I ever see the sun again.
I remember as a child when terrified I would  close my eyes and hope it was a cruel trick of my imagination,
But I can still hear and feel a creature creeping up behind,
I am out of time.
Tonight I am going to be fighting for my life  for I am trapped inside with a killer.

I see visions of classic horror villian s and night creatures call,
Dead walk the empty streets in their masquerade,
Like so b movie science fiction movie I not escaping the jaws of the alien ,
Is this how  my life ends

Demons closing in on all sides trying to get you,
Possess your soul, why on my phone I cannot phone dial someone to come to my aide,

Now is the time I reflect back to a time me and you used to cuddle close together as we watched the late night terror s on the television screen,
I feel a chiller in my own thriller,
My popcorn spilling on the ground,
Ghosts spook me so I pretending your holding me tight.

Plutonium darkness falls through all the landscapes  of planet earth,
The hour and second hands get ready to meet at midnight hour,
All the Horror creatures crawl in search for  your blood,
For thier cannot wait to terrorize your neighbourhood,
For the souls of the children dressed  in grotesque costumes,
Satan watching from hades with his hounds of hell awaiting for you to  rot inside a corpse's shell for then you will be his forever to terrorize and terrorize in the abyss.

A sense of the foulest stench is in the atmosphere,
Grizzly ghouls and non skinned skeleton s dance around the graveyard tombstones,
I am closing on my doom and through like rocky I fight like a tiger to survive,
My body all over shivers my mortal soul  cannot no longer resist,
If its all hallows eve the true evil of the thriller when two lovers walk under a full moon,
The boy turns to the girl who let's out an howling scream to break the still silent night,
As the boy transformation shows in her bright baby blue eyes,
My what big eyes you have,
My what white fang like teeth you have ,
My what long nose and ears,
Why you have no longer have arms and legs but four cannine  limbs,
The last thing the girls conscious mind sees is a flesh of teeth and she is ripped to bits .

Halloween, pumpkin pie and lantern s light,
Children trick or treat ,
It all starts again the Quest for the thriller night that never ends.
Sleep tight,Hooe the bedbugs have a delicious feed tonight.

Our host closes his book,and smiles his best skull smile,
"Hope you liked my ditty ode if not I let you join my pet raven Edgar his trained to make you go mad you know "
The gates close,its the end of this fiendish tale, see you soon horror fans.
Maniacal laughing as the scene is left. 

INCRIMINATE

INCRIMINATE 

INCRIMINATE ENCRYPTION CONFESSION, 

POWER IN FORMAL SPEECH FREE FROM DECEIT,

AWAKENED THE MAN S IMPERIL STARTED ONE BILLION YEARS AGO, 

GENTLE PRODS TO RESTRICT THE WORLD S GREED,

CLIP OR CATCH THE  DISGUSTING FLEEING RATS,

INCORRECT STATEMENT S ON SOCIAL MEDIA TO BLAME,

IT SEEMS WE ARE NOW ALL BLIND TO FOLLOW LIKE SHEEP, 

LIKE A FIGHTLESS CREATURE THE DODO WE SOON BECOME EXTINCT, 

THE WORLD LEFT IS BARREN,SCORCHED, OUR FUTURE CHILDREN GONE TO GALAXIES ANEW ,

TO RESTART LIKE A NEW ADAM AND EVE WITHOUT THE SINS OF OUR FORMER SELFS TO TIE THEM DOWN, 

INCRIMINATE NOT US NOW BY LEARN AND THRIVE FOR IS THE THE BREAKING OF A NEW DAWN,

LET IN THE LIGHT ,DARKNESS HAS HAD ITS SAY,

NO MORE INCRIMINATION.

the truth is out thier about care homes

18 th August 2013

Care home s infection and prevention control 

Description 

An information resource to assist staff in taking all reasonable steps to protect residents and staff from acquiring infection s and prevent cross infection, and provide information and guidance on infection prevention and control that will assist managers in undertaking risk assessments.  

Cross ref_The Health and social care act 2008.

Content 1.4

Guidance on prevention and control of infection 

So you see care home s did have something in place during covid and  ot totally without blame for so called death toll

.

Shut up

SHUT UP

SHUT UP CELESTIAL SPRING, 

ALLOCATE SMITTEN WHIRL ABOUT, 

SHORT ADVERTISEMENT HOSTILITY, 

POTATO FOOD PORTION PRINTED CALICO,

APPENDIX SHARPEN RUN AWAY TO WED,

SLIGHT STORM CENTRE CEREMONIAL WEAR, 

VERTICAL PIPE SUPPLEMENT ANGUISHED, 

INTERPRET SOPPY RAMPAGE, 

FREQUENTLY ROTATING PART TELLS TO SHUT UP,

SILENCE IS GOLDEN NO WORDS NO SPEECH NO SAY ,

WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME OR YOU, 

JUST SHEEP AMONG WOLVES IN LIFES JOURNEY, 

SO SHUT UP AND LET US SPEAK FIR ARE NOT THE MEEK,.

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Fiendish TalesNoisop.TalesNoisop.by GHOSTMAN HORROR

Fiendish Tales

Noisop.
Rusty brown leaves rustle on the ancient yew tree,footsteps are heard crunching on the grey white grave path.
The gothic wrought iron gates open with ear spitting creak ,we come upon a shapeless shadow sitting on a chair made of human skulls .
Beside this grime chair is a table on which a decapitated hand has been made into a candle holder, the candle sticks are the remains of fingers dipped in wax and a wicks placed on top.
Our host is ready to read tonight s Fiendish Tale, for your delight.
Host
"Tonight s story is about just a simple kiss!.
The apartment was full of the usual basic needs for a man living on his own .
John was getting himself ready for a night out as he felt the need to let his hair down and maybe fate let him meet that special person.
John hails a taxi and gets to his destination, inside it has lights flashing  on the verge of giving someone an fit and music loud enough to make you as deaf .
John stands in the corner suddenly his eyes are drawn to a woman with black with red tinted hair,tall and elegant looking like a classic Audrey Hepburn look, he finds himself drawn to her green jade eyes,
He starts having the thoughts again  he knew he should not but he could not stop them whirling from  his  sub conscious  brain.
"I wanna hold you  I wanna hold you, I wanna kiss you  ,I wanna taste you "
But his more logical side knew this was not the way to think in society for was he not told by his mother.
"If a woman does not wish to be touched its better not to do ,to hold someone is something special as true love will make your senses stop,and to kiss someone you don't know is too much as for wanting to taste them that's a bit weird ".
I ignored all this and went over to the mystery woman and started a conversation by saying .
" Hey I John, what is your name?"
She replied "Nosiop ."
I told her she had an unusual name, she said it was East European.
We talked in-between dancing, the night was near its end ,she said would I like a cup of coffee, I jumped at the chance as I did not wish to go home alone.
We got to her house which was more like a mansion and I sat down and drank my coffee.
When I woke up I realised I had be drugged as I was placed on a torture like contraption, it had needle-sharp pins then I heard a manic laugh.
"I see you are awake ,I going to make you call out screaming my name as the pins rip under your skin"
"Why,please let me go I will not mention this to anyone I promise "
Nosiop just stared at me her green eyes now looking like a blood red ,she then went on to explain as if some villain in a film why she was doing this to me for she was cursed over a thousand years ago by her husband who caught her with another man and had committed thus horrible torture on her and her only way to live on was to do the same back to retain her youth and survival.
I almost felt sorry for her, but not for long .
Before her every eyes I started to transform to my true form,a giant human like spider, I quickly entrapped her with my web,I knew she could not break for thier were like 12 inch thick chains.
I sink my venomous poison into her blood stream.
Remembering the little ode I said to my mother before I drained her of her life .
"Your blood is so hot, in my web I caught, I feel you running deep inside my veins"
With that I left her cadaver on the floor looked at her torture device smiled and thought how funny it is that monster s attact monster s,it's a small world "
Our host closes his book,and smiles his best skull smile,
"I don't like spiders myself "
The gates close,its the end of this fiendish tale, see you soon horror fans.
Maniacal laughing as the scene is left.