in·dulge
[in-duhlj]  verb,-dulged, -dulg·ing.
–verb (used without object)
1.
to yield to an inclination or desire; allow oneself to follow one’s will (often fol. by in): Dessert came, but I didn’t indulge. They indulged in unbelievable shopping sprees.
–verb (used with object)
2.
to yield to, satisfy, or gratify (desires, feelings, etc.): to indulge one’s appetite for sweets.
3.
to yield to the wishes or whims of; be lenient or permissive with: to indulge a child.
4.
to allow (oneself) to follow one’s will (usually fol. by in): to indulge oneself in reckless spending.

After one has CREATED a new perception, SUBVERTED all shackles of normality and DOMINATED this created reality and vision, then it is time to pause and take pleasure in the new world.

There is only one truth any human can know, his or her own senses. Except perhaps the knowledge that we are all going to die. On the greater time level it doesn’t matter if we live a year or a hundred. We are here in this reality for a brief, minute flash of time. Indulge in your new reality, indulge in your fleeting senses. We are rushing to our graves during the fall of an empire and there is nothing to be done but sit back and try and FEEL something. Don’t just exist in a reality, experience it.

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Serial Killer, Rodney Alcala apparently rented a storage locker in Seattle in which he kept dozens of photos of people mostly women.  The picture above is one of those photos, which was kept amongst many other random photos of people within this storage unit.  Honestly this is terribly creepy because among the time he was on his killing spree in the late 70’s he was also a contestant on “The Dating Game” television game show in 1978.  Here’s the kicker…he won.  He was a fairly successful photographer, but is now playing lawyer as he represents himself in a Santa Ana (California) courtroom during the penalty phase of his trial in 2010.  You have to love it how the delusional always insist on representing themselves in court.

Below is the link to the Seattle Times slideshow of the photos found in said locker as well as a clip from his 1978 appearance on the Dating Game:

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/photogalleries/localnews2011323273/1.html

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Swellco & Swellco International gave a wide birth in the development of the Video Circus website. Initially the thought was that we should use the non-video entries simply as filler. If your going to have filler, make it what people want to see. And what do people want to see online? Sex and porn. All this technology and advancement boiled down to our animal instincts. So we started putting up fluff pages of beautiful sex industry workers. But almost right off the bat I started getting complaints internally. One person quit early on, so offended by a such a blatant decision to exploit the already exploited. We’ve heard concerns from the video performers that there would be an association with them and porn. (No one in the test videos have yet to remove their tops) There has even been criticism by readers that in the “lords of the underground” category, we have “real” performers and artists next to girls who fuck for money.

Most people would agree with me that nearly everything we do is for sex or to attract the opposite sex. It is our overwhelming motivator. The fact that the web is really just a massive porn delivery system lends itself to my argument. I would argue that a porn is really any other movie or form of entertainment stripped down to it’s prime essence. I would contend that fucking is every other act of living stripped down to it’s final goal. We fight to fuck, we make money to fuck, we build companies and nations to fuck. We die to fuck.

That being said, a sex industry worker should really be hailed as our greatest stars. They DO what Megan Fox and Christina Agulara only allude to. But they aren’t, right? Instead they represent the ultimate contradiction and hypocrisy in all of us. Here are some photos of Faye Runaway. This petite young Heather Gram look alike is beautiful and instantly charismatic by any standard. She has that instant girlfriend charm with an earnest sweetness in her eyes. She is clearly not the hardened sex worker pro. (yet) Faye Runaway is a girl that any guy would beam to have on his arm. Guys watch her fuck and fantasize about being with her. But because she gives her audience what we all want, she is a whore, not a star and no “normal” guy would ever date her. Annette really said it best, regarding this contradiction in an early entry. A porn star is a “saint, (a martyr) who gives her body up to the world for others pleasure.” Yesterday James wrote about the Lizard Man, stating that he was the ultimate outsider because he can “never go back.” Well Image Google Faye Runaway with the work safe mode off and then riddle me this, can she ever go back?

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Now I’m going to get all lofty and heavy on you. Perhaps I’m spending too much time with Mr. Brown and his righteous rantings have started to absorb into my brain. I guess the days of cut and run Swellco blogs are over. (r.i.p. Marcus & Kevin)  We have a blog entry category called “lords of the underground” a special place for special people we know or know of that stand tall outside of society. These are people who have made a name for themselves in some way by braking the rules. It’s supposed to be for those who didn’t do what mother told them to do. We’ve got pornstars, street fighters, clowns and wrestlers, but in my mind no one is more outside than those dedicated to extreme body mod. You start tattooing your face and getting implants, you have made a choice to simply never go back. I think the Lizard Man has gotta be in the top 5 most altered humans alive today. 700 hours of tattoos. Filed and capped teeth. Facial implants. A split tongue. All in order to make this man look like a comic book villain, or hero. That should be enough right? Well he’s also one of the most complete one man sideshow acts working today. Fire eating, bed of nails, sword swallowing, eating bugs, he does it all. A pornstar can stop fucking everyone, a clown can wash off the paint. The Lizard Man gave the finger to the whole world and he isn’t taking it back. Even if he wants too.

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In the B &B dungeon, Video Circus stars Mr. Deadguy, Miss Rose, Louise L'tease, Miss Key

Photos courtesy of Alex Ducomb

On March 9th, Swellco & Swellco publicly announced the presence of the Video Circus by reaching out into the community and showing that even cold corporate funded mind control projects can have a heart and make a difference in the community they prey upon.

The Anti-Bestiality Community Educational Outreach Charity Mixer and Heavy Metal Dance party as a whole was a raging success. The bar swelled past capacity with a line stretching down the street.

Dj Metal GR/EG did an outstanding job spinning great metal. As an additional bonus, for some inexplicable reason he also choose to flex his Galleger look alike talents arriving complete with giant hammer. (The Bob & Barbara’s staff took his melon at the door)

A bunny suit adorned Uncle Wheat Toast and Bunny Fox Brown engaged the crowd with anti-bestiality fact sheets and horror stories of bestiality culled from today’s headlines.

From left to right staff writers Acid Squid, R.E. Brown, PR Director the Machine & staff writer Uncle Wheat Toast

The Performances were outstanding. After a heart felt introduction to the evening by Louise L’tease, Miss Key and Uncle Wheat Toast, the madness began.

Needles Jones told a touching story about how he found his first boy crush engaged in intercourse with a goat and then jumped into a three song set including the crowd chanting favorite “Pig Fucker” and his new song “Bestiality, don’t do it” written specifically for the event.

Miss Key came out in a (faux) fur dress and took it all off, only after partially consuming a real cow heart.

Mr. Dead guy brought out Baby Cheesewitts, the corpse baby who also dressed in a bunny suit and they talked to the crowd about where the line should be drawn with pet affections before breaking into song.

Next Miss Rose literally burst onto the stage as a feather adorned voodoo princess and gnawed on chicken.

Louise L’Tease literally shocked the crowd into silence when she did what might be the first ever fury strip tease as she slowly disrobed out of a full bunny suit only to reveal a bikini made of stuffed animals.

Last but not least the extra filthy, extra drunk Dirty Diamond came on stage somewhat unclear on the concept. He trumpeted the joys and importance of gratifying farm animals as an alternative to sex with fat women and then burst into the songs, “I Can’t Fight This Fat Bitch Anymore” and “Girl, get that abortion soon”

Swellco & Swellco Corporate spokesman Dirty Diamond

Unfortunately, the evening did not go without some serious issues.

Immediately following his set, Needles Jones was thrown out of Bob & Barbara’s for briefly passing out in restroom and then attempting to smoke pot at the bar.

Public Relations Director the Machine was slated with the responsibility of providing internal security for an event that had the potential to get out of hand. To insure order was maintained he opted to bring an additional bouncer. Unfortunately they both got shit hammered drunk and provoked a fight with an unsuspecting group of audience members. Being that THEY were the security, nothing was done at the time to quell the altercation. Clearly we have some glitches to fix to ensure our staff does not menace the audience they are meant to protect and entertain.

But this near brawl was not the only act of violence that marred the Swellco & Swellco event. Unfortunately the stand belonging to the lovable Baby Cheeswitts was broken. Clearly this malicious act of vandalism was a direct result of puppet prejudice. Baby Cheeswitts has been severally traumatized and has gone into hiding, his where abouts only known by Mr. Deadguy and his therapist.

Special Thanks to Louise L’tease, Bob Dix and R. E. Brown for conceiving and (dis)organizing such a genuinely bad idea.

Check out the first of several photo sets to come.

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The staff of the Swellco & Swellco Video Circus is collectively too hung over to get out of bed. We will resume normal hours of operations tomorrow.

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We believe that work is play. It’s alright to have a bit of fun especially when you are doing it for a good cause and with the best and the brightest. Tonight the red rope is going up at Bob & Barbara’s as our stars sing, dance, get naked and educate about the physical and moral pearls of human-animal love making.  Not only do we have an amazing lineup of performers, but several staff members will be attending including Public Relations Director the Machine and site contributors R. E. Brown, Acid Squid, Uncle Wheat Toast and our newest writer Beth Beverly.

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I got my pathetic little frozen squirrel out of my bag and put it in the freezer just as the other student arrived with two enormous deer heads, a doe and a 7 point buck.  To say I felt inferior would be a slight understatement.

We started the day off skinning deer heads; the two which belonged to the other student.  We put the capes in the back room, salted them, and left them in a pile with the other skins to be sent to the tannery.

We then began working on our own pheasants.  Mr. B gasses the pheasants so the skin and feathers remain flawless, but it renders the meat inedible.  I’m dealing with the guilt of knowing this animal died just so I could make art out of it, and nothing more.  My morals are somewhat compromised but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for this education.  As I scrape meat off the bird skull with my fingernails, the smell of dead permeates my nose and I force myself to like it.  I’ve never been too intimate with my meat, and in the past I’ve only used scalpels to cut specimen-never my bare hands.  I try to drink coffee while I work in a bizarre attempt to condition my stomach.  We learned today that when a skin isn’t fleshed out and salted quickly enough the rot takes over and it really starts to stink.  These capes are called “spooks” and will taint the other skins.

Mr. B calls me “girl” when he comes by to check on my progress, always with a smile.  I think he has a soft spot for young women, particularly those who are easy on the eyes, so I embrace it.  I’ll even be so bold as to say I might remind him just a bit of his granddaughter, whom is the apple of his eye.  He’s also generous with the positive feedback which, in a scholastic setting, I am not accustomed to.

I rigged up my hoop in the barn when I got home, so I can practice aerials during the week.  Plus, I’m nowhere near a gym and the terrain isn’t ideal for running outdoors, so this will basically be my sole source of excercise.  Unfortunately by the time I figured out what beam to use as a rigging point, and how to get up there, then actually hung it, it was too dark to use.  I went inside and did some yoga in front of a fire insteadwhile I watched “Donkey Skin” on DVD.  It’s the only movie I brought up with me, and it has inspired me to only speak seulement en francais while I’m alone in the cabin with the cats.

Beth Beverly
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