woensdag 23 december 2009

Oh my gosh, you say pedophiles DON'T stick together?

Article from AbsoluteZero

This just made my day. All those stories about pedophiles having connections thicker then blood, proven again to be just a lie. You stinkerds, that is what you get for thinking with your privates, instead of your mind. You can trust your comrads, better run now. You know, you all will put a knife in your pedo-buddy's back, because deep down, you all know you don't deserve better.

Now Viamund, take a hint and know you are not welcome on VampireFreaks. That would make me happy as a flying monkey's ass, Canadian Sackbag. :)


vrijdag 18 december 2009

Just a little update

The cult is running smoothly, the fight is going swiftly. We keep on getting those perverts deleted. When will they ever learn? Viamund the lunatic vampire tried coming back onto VF multiple times, but he is not wanted. Because even us weirdo's don't want his sick mind there.

We hunt the hunters, with fiery passion.
We stand between them and their obsession.

donderdag 10 december 2009

bye bye vile little viamund

Guess not all vampires are good in remaining undetected.
Are you dust or will you try to come back again?

Damn, we managed to get 2 self proclaimed boylovers deleted in one night. I call that a good catch.

dinsdag 8 december 2009

Growing up, bringing up....

Oh, how we hated our parents, when they told us to go to bed. No matter how tired we were, how dare they steal our funs away!! We, ofc ourse, fell asleep immediately, to wake up well rested and ready for a new day.

A scene like that is recognisable almost all of us. We've all been children, some of us are parents and some of us will become parents.

Our brain is not consciously aware about how us being send to bed on time, has effect on how we feel the day after that. Our attention span is short and limited. We learn about morals and respect, about cause and effect, all through our childhood. It takes time to build this into our system. Our brain develops itself until we are 25, growing along with the different stages in life. That is why we usually start to understand parents, until we are old enough to understand why.

But we rely on our parents as we grow up as well. We love them and we our concept of trust has it's foundation in the blind trust we put in our parents. And then come the pedophile activist...

Who claim that children in these growing stages can consent to sex, yes even babies can consent, just because they can grasp a thing called attention and pleasure. And with those thoughts, they molest children, children they think love them romantically, and they break down the pure essence of them, they undo all that has been done. Out of all kinds of purely selfish reasons, turning children into mini adults. Their minds telling them, that a child is flirting with them when it is showing their underwear.

They don't even realize, a child does not know what signals it sends to adult men like them. Their mind is not there yet. It doesn't have the attention span to focus continuously on such subjects. It doesn't have the hormones to be fully aroused and wanting sex. Or even the ones needed to start feeling romantic attachments of love. Their bodies find pleasure through certain touches, because that is what a body is designed to do. It doesn't mean the mind does.

I wish they could grasp that. I wish I could shove it down their throats. Those children, need pure unconditional love. They need attention. They need affection. They need to become the adults, they will be for the longest part of their lives. They don't need you to confusion one thing with another. They are not your prey. They don't need to be rushed. They don't need to be forced.

They need you, ALL OF YOU, to be on their side. And protect them from all that want to do them harm. The pedophiles. The baby rapers. The child molestors. The perverts. The scum. The lowlifes that dare to call themselves child-lovers. Yes those sick pieces of shit, that don't deserve to see the light of day. The ugly sacking bastards that steal innocence.

vrijdag 27 november 2009

Oh god yes.....

Ryle Ryle
You pedophile...
Dirty stinking rotten manipulative pedophile
We are coming for you, Ryle....

donderdag 26 november 2009

Oh what a glorious day!

Check the news on Wednesday, November 25th on here:
http://absolutezerounited.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html

Yes I liked that news as well.
Buhbaye now ugly disgusting pedo's.

woensdag 25 november 2009

Lullalies

"Beneath the cold beams of a veiled moon

A girl is hiding the night inside her room

With the key on her heart

Her world fell apart

When the locks did not keep him out


And the starts were watching every time he burned the skies"


Look into my eyes

And see the fire burning

I have been ready for this fight

My entire life

And you are always lying


Yes I was born ready

To live life not on my knees

To sneak up in front of your face

I am a wave

In a large condemning sea


I am a part of the army that is coming your way

And this time you can't hide yourself inside me


Swallow it down or spit it out

You told me once, it makes all the difference

But the words keep on coming

I am not that child you strangled with doubts


I just want to say it

Force you so you can hear

I am not your way to your redemption

I am the one

Who saw the you that you fear


Deceptive measures turned this child into an adult

I probably should thank you for what I have become


Swallow it down or spit it out

You told me once, it makes all the difference

But I really don't want to listen

I want to speak so get your dick out of my mouth


I gagged every single time I saw you

How can you say that this is what they call love

When I am sure that you heard me crying

And asked me if I liked it rough

I was the glue that kept your salted ego together

I was the one that was slowly dying

My sanity became so light as a feather

Yet you were never the tears on my cheek

You weren't the light that slowly dimmed in my eyes

It was just my innocence that was running away

Because it could not believe your pathetic lies

But the force that's called real love restored inside of me

In a sacred place where you can never stay

I hope you die and rot away


Swallow it down or spit it out

You told me once, it makes all the difference

But now I stand here, unwavering

Don't you wish you still can keep me bound


"Little girls grow up.

They might be sisters, they might become mothers,

They might become women with a mission.

Oh no, dont pull your hands away now!

You took responsibility for the so called love you gave

Take some responsibility for this monster you created.

Don't you feel proud?"

dinsdag 24 november 2009

Minor inconvenience

I remember how we used to play

How you told me it was just a game

And I waited for you to hurt me

I recall how I wanted this pain

Just to get some attention

Some one who thought I was "Special"...

You sick fuck


Now enter into my dream

And bleed slowly upon my smile

If I could make it last longer

It would be killed by your denial


Keep the screams bottled up

Just fill yourself up with me instead

Cause you're under my skin

Every day I wish you would be dead


And I hear you say

It was just a minor inconvenience

A black spot on my history

So why would I ever need to cry

It would make no sense, would make no sense


Choke those words out of me

The young and tender flesh you eat

Darkness haunting my life

Just because you planted your seed


And I hear you say

It was just a minor inconvenience

A black spot on my history

So why would I ever need to cry

It would make no sense, would make no sense


Swallow the memories

Perhaps I'm ready again

To forget

Drowning them in distant seas

Erase your face

Erase your name

Erase the moment I believed your games

But I can not get rid of these scars,

The wounds and the bruises

I am ready to come clean


And I hear you say

It was just a minor inconvenience

A black spot on my history

So why would I ever need to cry

It would make no sense, would make no sense


maandag 23 november 2009

Don't shape me into something I am not

I was not an adult, I was never a kid after that... first... moment. Words I kinda live by. You see, I am also groomed and abused by a child molestor and a pedophile. Or multiple in this case. I come from a family of pedophiles and child molestors from my fathers side of the family. But as far as my family goes there was one, just the one, that made it so that he could live his sexual tendancies and fantasies onto me.

When pedophiles say some kids want the sex, they are partially right as it comes to the kids they groomed, yes. But before your pedophile hands start applauding me saying that, notice the words PARTIALLY. Just partially. And mostly you are pretty much completely wrong. I for one, shamefully and with ill feelings in my stomach, admit part of me wanted it.

For one reason and one reason only. The attention. Just the attention. Nothing more then the attention. I did not want your hands on those place. I did not want any of the wet kisses. I never wanted your sex. You won't call it rape, but I will. You raped my innocense. My consciousness. My childhood. I was not ready to become an adult, I wanted to stay a kid, young and carefree. But from that day on foreward, I wasn't a child anymore.

You think sex with adults will teach me something. It won't. Adults are the ones that need to teach me love, with no strings attached. That I can trust someone within my own boundaries. Affection without lust. How carefree a hug, a cuddle, a kiss can be, without any hidden meanings.

But I grew up thinking, that sex was the only way to get the attention I needed. That adults have hidden meanings. That I can not trust anyone. Cause the moment the lines are getting crossed, that happens, you lose trust. And part of you know, this is wrong. This is wrong. This is not the way I want this.

And don't blame adults that told me this was wrong, cause I had no one, no one knew what was happening. Don't blame society. Cause at that point I had no one to "indoctrinate" me on it being wrong cause no one knew they should have teached me. I by now wish they did. It might have stopped sooner.

It was all him that created this in me. These emotions I can not even begin to explain. He hurt me bad. And it is all you that do that to other children when you abuse them. You hurt them. You hurt them. Stop making excuses and be honest. You are arrogant, self-centered haters of childhood and innocence.

Every child forces into adulthood to soon is a child that loses his most precious gift. Their innocence. Their chances to be free of the troubles that burden our grown up lives so. Leave them be. Let them become themselves, not little you's.

vrijdag 20 november 2009

I WANT THAT WORD BACK

I am thinking about something, how can we rally to take back the word child-lover, as that is a word pedophile use to describe themselves. Yes pedophiles call themselves child lovers, even if they molest and claim molestation does not exist. If they say the kids ask for it. They call themselves child lovers... lovers of children, taking lust for love. I find children beautiful, I love them, their innocence and all, their free of burden take on the world. But I would not call it a romantic love, am not inclined to help them masturbate or fuck them, abuse them or groom them. I wont mock a previous victim of abuse and want them safe, I would cry if I would ever see child porn and feel violently ill about the thought of what some do to them. I am appalled that pedophiles have that word and use that word and it is excepted, how can we take that word back, how can we make it ours again? For those that truly love a child? Just know I want that word back where it belongs, in the arms of those who keep the children safe. I truly want that word back. Got any ideas?

It is not love when you buy children present because you want something from them
love is not saying you do this it for the children but secretly doing this for your own ego
love is not about your own gratification...
love is not forcing someone to love you back
love is not lust
love is unconditional
love is pure and free
love is an emotion, not an action
love is loving wether it get returns or not
love is void from secrecy and manipulation.

Every fight...

Every fight a pedophile wins,
is a fight I need to fight again

psychotica

zondag 15 november 2009

Boomerang pedophiles

What kind of pedophile is that? Well the kind a lot of profile sites fight with, including vampirefreaks. Pedophiles just come back under new profiles, again and again and again. And again.

The trouble with it, is that a lot of them know on this sites, how to keep flying just enough under the radar, to make sure you can not actually report them to provider, for access to the site all together. And a lot of them use proxy servers, which makes it harder even to ipban them. And then they come back again.

Some of them even have the audacity to pretend that they don't know why they are deleted. Sure, if you are a pedophile, you don't see a harm in persuading 14 year old girls for nudes and other sexual things when you are 28. It's only 4 year away from the age of consent, so who is counting? But people are counting. And it is still illegal.

But don't worry, keep on making those profiles, we will keep on finding you and deleting you. Until one of has enough and gives up. And believe me, we have no intentions of giving up. It might not be the kind of untainted innocence of little children we are protecting, but it is still innocence we protect, regardless. The lessons the kids need to learn on their own way, not the way you pedophiles want them to go.

zaterdag 14 november 2009

Survivor or victim, it's not all just in the name

Bad or good parents. It is all what stands between a pedophile and a victim, according to the pedophiles. It's not their fault, it is that of parents and victims. But it is really something to ease their conscious is it not?

First of all, you can not blame a kid for the faults a parent can make. They are not the ones making those mistakes. The whole thing with being a kid, is that you are not carrying the burden adults need to carry. You have time to learn and to explore. To grow into the person you are becoming. You are a process still. Being molded and shaped through the experiences of life and the lessons of those surrounding you. With that also comes the shaping of a thing called trust.

Hormones and alike, come late to make it so that sex is not an issue in your younger years. And then there it is: sex is not the first thing in mind for them when they encounter a pedophile. They like you yeah but not for what you can give them, but for what they get. Attention. That is all they want. A form of love, not lust. The unconditional kind, without lust or any kind of romance. It is not a relationship of that kind they want. A confident, an equal, on their level, not the adult level. They are not flirting with you. And they are not the blame for your misconceptions.

And it is not when we rebel against your teachings of secrecy, that we become a victim. That is when we stop being a victim and start being a survivor. When we rise up despite of you all trying to bring us down. And we resist you. And your words that make no sense. We do not want your lies. So feel free to lie yourself, I am sure you are now believing that you are not the blame. But you are the only one that believes this. You can not force us anymore, cause we have become the force. The force that will bring you all down.

~*Psychotica*~