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Propaganda 2020

The Good Citizen program was first utilized in public society in the summer of 2020. It was introduced by a convenience store clerk who felt unsafe during his graveyard shift. (Good Citizens are everywhere. Your neighbors and coworkers alike. Honor all good citizens and receive benefit.) The following is a synopsis of his intellectual properties that were introduced to a symposium of CEO's and Corporate heads of that time. 1. Safety for all on property that had sole intent of patronage. 2.Identify threatening behavior to concrete problem individuals and unify small business and large business alike against these individuals. It has become the greatest customer award program introduced to society. Financial backing by the top corporations made it possible and single business owners were thrilled at the idea of having criminal mischief or transgress on their properties eliminated. Privacy rights were never addressed. From initiation of this program there had been an 80 percent participation rate. So in argument; the will of the people had been immediately demonstrated and proven to circumvent any special proceedings within higher court. "watchdog privacy laws" no longer existed after 2020. Synopsis of the first "Honored Customer Program" 1. The Gear was to be given free to all parties. It comprised of stylish spectacles and a wrist device that appeared to be either jewelry or a watch. The patron wore the device and merely had to spectate their fellow patrons. Upon entry of the business establishment the patron simply pushed a "button" to capture a high definition photo. This photo could be used for social media and marketing. Should the patron witness a criminal offense and capture it as well; a special reward was given. 2. Owners of establishments that utilized any goods or services by the first investors were automatically enrolled in the program. The first investing companies had 98% of all companies small or large utilizing some form of good or service provided in order to conduct business. 3. Business establishments would see a decline in negative impacts to their profits. Captured images not only ensured conviction of "shoplifters" it also fed into a facial recognition data base. "Problems Customers" were eventually identified regardless of municipal convictions. Bad behavior alone could permanently eliminate a person from the "Honored Customer Program" and the business owner had the right to refuse service to any customer not in good standing. Some fractions of government party found this to be abhorrent. Yet as of present, no reasonable argument can be made against these programs. Captured image data is enough to argue the necessity of such programs. One can only surmise the instant success of this program. The average customer felt important and felt like they were making a positive impact on society. They felt even more immersed in their shopping and leisure experiences. The year 2020 introduced the "Good Citizen Program" an evolution that absolved its predecessor and eventually integrated all society as we understand it presently. Problem citizens were of course problem customers long before the first days of social evolution. Fellow citizens are daily rewarded by these programs. From vocational opportunities to leisure in paradise. All Citizens in good standing can receive the best of health care and are first in line for innovative vaccines and procedures. All good citizens such as yourself will always be appreciated. Upon leaving this page you agree to all goods and services provided within the "Honored Customer Program" to be free from all defect. By leaving this page you also agree to maintain your good standing within the "Good Citizen Program" As a reminder, all citizens can view their third party captured images and download them at any time. Every moment in time is a precious one. Thank you for your participation. K.K multimedia.

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Calling All Witchy Writers.

It’s getting harder and harder to connect with witches who are also writers. It is so, so important for us all to band together and form a helpful community where we can all celebrate each others’ works and give advice.

Doesn’t matter if you’ve been published on Witches & Pagans, posted fanfiction online, or have written in a journal you only keep to yourself. If you’re a witch who writes, I want to hear from you. 

Use #witchywriters to connect to each other on Tumblr and Instagram.

This hashtag is hardly ever used, so we might as well take advantage of that. And of course, reblog this to boost the word.

I want to connect! Make more friends! Read more work! Change the world one witchy writer at a time!! 

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Today is the 10th anniversary of the disappearance of #MadeleineMcCann and still no clue as to the child’s fate! Kate still has to answer her 48 questions and FBI investigators say the case is still ‘solveable’! This is our show from way back, all about the case! Share it around for the uninitiated and let them know the craic! http://buff.ly/2p6YigJ

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Fun show! Objective! Winds down the wee hours in a graveyard shift a gas station!

New episode is up now after much lamentable editing! It’s all about #Area51 and the craic over there! Sorry for the delay! #burnedout

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Bride And Shadow pg 1 of 5

Everything was great before the wedding, hell it was perfectly dandy. I'd hop in my car and cruise on over to her house. She would greet me with a kiss and a tug on my jeans. The sweat was always on then. I never been raw down there before, guys are rarely that lucky. I Joseph Scranton was the luckiest Joe there was. She said she liked my jo-jo, I said I liked her pooter. Life was grand. There was no real sign that shit would get weird. Oh there was the time at the BK when she asked me to buy her a burger. I brought her a double cheese with bacon. “A double! You like little piggies you dingle fuck? You like floppy flops hittin’ belly rolls? You want me hefty and sweaty?” Her voice echoed across the fast food joint like a cow mooing in a tunnel. “No babe.” I said in barely a whisper. We had been going out for three months and she never raised her voice in that entire time. I was in shock. “Sit your ass down and eat some slop with your sow. That what you want, that is what you get.” I stared at her in disbelief and sat down. I started to unwrap my burger and heard giggles from the table beside us. I looked around and realized there were a crowd of dining patrons all looking at our table. “Show is over folks!” I was turning red and I was wrong. The show sure as shit wasn't over. I looked across from me and there was my date. Hands behind her back and face buried in her burger. “Snort, oink, snort!” She was snorting like a goddamn farm animal. She looked up at me, “This turn you on cowboy? You like to bury yourself deep into my sweetness? You wanna go home and corn gobble?” Somewhere in the mix of that mess, I stood up and grabbed my jacket. “Fuck this!” I said and left. I never asked how she got home. That day got buried in the void of my brain. I didn't speak to her for 3 weeks. I should have stayed gone too! That might have happened, but I got drunk. We all have done it; got drunk and made the call of doom. This call lasted for two years and a wedding. Sure the sex was good, but was it so good to forget the fast food farm scene? Whistling, it's the whistling that crawls inside my brain and chills my blood. I woke up to that whistling the morning after the wedding ceremony.

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Bride And Shadow pg 2 of 5

The wedding, it was small. My folks had passed away fifteen years ago. Carbon Monoxide poisoning. Inspection revealed a faulty furnace. My inheritance was just under half a million. My bride didn't know about my investments. When we got married, I had just over two million in the bank. She walked up that aisle with no assumption. I was going to surprise her on our honeymoon. I never had the chance. I remember looking at her invites, a couple of cousins and a sister. They were all morbidly obese. Her sister drove one of those fancy scooters you see on television. Her scooter was decorated with a “Congratulations” banner and some white bows on the handle bars. She was crunching away on Fritos. I tried not to stare, after all the bride was coming soon. I had only one invite, my next door neighbor. Mr. Hamilton, I didn't know him well, but I had been carrying his groceries to his front door for years. He was a pretty frail man. Pretty sure he was pushing ninety, I am not certain he should have his license. Everytime he would go shopping he would always honk his horn when he returned. I would walk over and unload his trunk and inquire about his health. Mr. Hamilton had only met my bride once and when I invited him to the wedding he seemed put off by it. “Joseph, are you certain on this one? I got double vision when I see her.” I remember his face after he spoke. He looked a bit frightened. “What do you mean Mr H?” I asked, my stomach got that icy-feeling, like the one you get when you are going the wrong way on a one way street. “There are two of her Joe, the one you see that's all pretty; then there is the one that's all shadow. That shadow ain’t quite right.” He clamped his mouth shut and walked inside his front door. He didn't take the invitation that I held in my hand either. I stuck it in the frame of his screen door and went back home. I soon forgot the whole conversation, I had a honeymoon to plan. Looking back, I should have listened to Mr H. That was the second time the universe had warned me,but I am a stubborn man. I do as I see fit. I always have. Mr H did show up to the wedding. He sat in a chair out if sight, folded his arms and just glared at the whole event.

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Bride And Shadow page 3 of 5

After the wedding he said three words to me. They still ring loud and true. “Your Stupid Joe.” That was our last verbal exchange. I found out later that he died on the way home from the wedding. Brake failure, ran through a stop sign and got T-boned by a semi truck. His head was found in a ditch one hundred feet from the car. Mr H was not wearing a seat belt and the air bag never deployed. I would say she was beautiful when she walked down that aisle. I can't remember her face now, just like I can't remember her name. She is just a shadow now, the kind of shadow that is always there, never quite dissolves no matter how bright the sun. She wanted to honeymoon at a cabin in the woods. Somewhere remote and serene. I told her I knew the perfect place, A quiet rental, with a bubbling brook and nature that would leave you breathless. I didn't tell her I purchased the property as a wedding gift for her. Fools keep secrets too. The ceremony went by in a blurr and that night the sweat had been on and strong. We tangled until the night was almost day. Sleep came easily, only I was the only one that slept. I had woke up with my left wrist tied to the bedpost as well as my ankles to the foot board. I remember that whistling, an old church hymn. There was a scraping sound along the hallway as the whistling got closer. She had walked in and I began to shiver. She stood at the door naked, holding a baseball bat. Her whistling had continued for a bit more then she smiled. Goddamn, as I remember that moment, I still get the shivers and sweats. After whistling she looked at me, her eyes looked like black holes, I was face to face with that shadow. I too got the double vision. “For better or worse...” she raised the bat. “Richer or poorer...” she took a step forward. “Sickness and health”.. she stopped beside me. “You recover from this, while I remember that next line.”. She slammed the bat down hard on my groin. I think I screamed so loud a window cracked. I had not felt such pain before, I hope to never again. I believe I passed out at some point. I woke to the smell of my sweat and sharp knife like pains in my pelvis.

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Bride And Shadow page 4 of 5

When I had bought the place, I also had bought a handgun. It was holstered to a bedrail. Right side. It was just behind the mattress; I hadn't told her about it either. She had vocalized her disdain towards firearms from the beginning. It never bothered me, the realtor who sold me the cabin suggested I get one. “Break ins happen in the woods ya know. You will be a long ways from help. You will need protection.” Protection indeed. When I had reached for the gun, popping noises erupted from my pelvis. I bit my lip to avoid screaming. I had looked at the bedroom window, I saw a shadow through the curtains. She was outside. Her shadow flickered in the light. I knew that “until death do us part”, was the next line. Death was coming, just not for me. It is amazing the pain one can endure; when confronted with death and escape. I reached far and I reached right. The handle grip of the gun seemed to stick to my fingers. It was like it needed me as much as I needed it. I put my gun toting hand underneath my head. I could only hope that she didn't become suspicious. The shadow at the window was gone, she was coming. It could not have been more than a couple minutes before I heard the whistling. Those moments of silence were eternal. As the whistling got close, I began to shiver. I was cold and scared. People talk about how they would, “Kill a motherfucker,” if their life depended on it. It's not so easy in the moment. That moment eats at you. It tells you that you will fail. It tells you that murder is wrong. That moment wants to destroy you. I believe the moment before the action is a greater obstacle than the evil that follows. She was at the doorway soon enough. She had shaved her head bald and removed the hair on her brow. She looked like a twisted store mannequin. She adorned her wedding dress once again, this time she was smiling. “Little Jo Jo is black and blue, what's a girl to do?” She started laughing. In her hysteria she dropped something. I heard a clank of metal hitting wood. DO IT NOW JOE! My inner voice screamed. My hand pulled from behind my head and my thumb switched off the safety. Hammered back and yelled.

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Bride And Shadow pg 5of5

The bullet went wide, and my arm jerked backwards. She went still. Her face went slack. Not a sound. I squeezed again, this time a burst of red sprayed my body. Grabbing her throat she fell to the floor. A shadow appeared at the foot of the bed. A pure dark form of nothingness. “We both live or we both die.” A deep graveled voice whispered in my ears. “Live.” I whispered. My restraints came undone and the shadow entered me. The world became dark and I slept. I woke to the darkness of night. There was no pain in my pelvis. In fact, I felt truly alive. That was the first night of the shadow. Our honeymoon. Just a wedding dress and ash were lying at the foot of the bed. There was a hatchet, let’s not forget that. She had meant to kill me, it was meant to hurt. There was an envelope in the kitchen. “Joe.” Inside was a letter, a birth certificate, a safety deposit key. The letter read: Joe, You are alive, you shot me. Don’t feel guilty. You will see I lived a long life. I was born in 1888, I got the shadow in the summer of 1926. Go to my home and retrieve my diaries. I have no family Joe. They died long ago. The people you met were paid well to play a part. The location of the safety deposit box is in the diary with a heart painted on the cover. My heart was cold Joe, if I could feel love, I would have loved you. You will never be free of the shadow until someone kills you. Choose wisely. Do not give in to the shadow. Stay strong. The answers are in the diaries. The shadow will try to make you forget all about me. Resist and remember Joe. Get the diaries. A. I’m writing this to remember, I often sit in the driveway of a blue house. It’s her house, the diaries are inside. I want to go in, the shadow wants me to never do so. It says life is sweeter with mystery. Is it?

Kenneth Kerry