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The Boneyard.... (The Asylum)

Updated: Aug 4, 2020

Ok, so, dig it, right, there's a graveyard we call "The Boneyard" which is like... well, i'm not sure if it's on the property or on the other side, like over the borderline of the property, but basically, there's this old beat up fence along the back side of the place, with a graveyard on the other side. WAY CREEPY VIBES from there, and it takes a LOT for me to get creeped out, right, so... yeah... I try not to go there too much. AT NIGHT. During the day it's pretty chill. At night tho??!! Noooooowaaaay buddy. And i'm all good with kicking it with weird stuff because, dude, cartoon clown, living in an abandoned hunted insane asylum, in limbo, with another 1920's black and white clown, a bear, and a daylight (half vampire/half angel). So weird is normal, but THAT PLACE AT NIGHT??? Bruh.....


Ah yeah, home shweet home. So, dig, the place was an insane asylum at one point... long time agos days. Bunch of crazy experimental stuff there. Talking to some of the ex-residents? current residents who are ghosts? But the place itself is a ghost, so i don't know how exactly to gauge that. Anyways, our house-maytes, right, some of them were telling be about some of the stuff that happened here. It was like a big house, two wings and the center part... and what they did was a bunch of social experiments on folks who were poor and wouldn't be missed, diagnosed from other places and funneled into here, or prisoners who were funneled into here. By funneled i mean like how things go now in jails but you might not be aware of.


Ok, so check this out. One lady was telling me about this. She says that when you do a crime, crimes have to do with damages and losses... money. If its not about money it's not a crime, maybe a misdemeanor or something. I haven't read all of the blacks law dictionary but i suggest you get one because what and who you think is a person ain't. Anyways, i read some stuff as i find out stuff and see how it lines up in there and the law is pretty sick and hella twisted. ANYWAYS, so crime is money. And when you get arrested your TIME is MONEY. So you get booked, right, and they CHARGE you... like how a store charges you, which is why when some folk get to the register they tally up their purchases and say, "Let me assess the damages"... damages and losses... crime... money... OK, so, dig it, They say you did 2 counts of assault (got 2 pieces of clothes/shirts), and 1 count of breaking and entering (1 pair of pants) so they charge you for that (ring you up) and the sentence (total) is 8 years (the amount of time it takes to PAY OFF YOUR DEBT... to society). Its money. So, if you're in jail, how do you pay off debt? They put you to work. Ah, but you're in jail and nobody likes jail people, ew.... Ok, so, you're in slavery either way, but that's like a tobacco field slave saying ew to a cotton field slave... just saying. Anyways, so now you're working.. in jail. What do you make? Loads of stuff i've heard. Stuff for major companies that overcharge you for the work they're paying people SLAVE WAGES and it will take them 10 years or more to pay off.


Even better for the companies. Not gonna name names, because all sorts of governors and state officials are in on it. Get this, you know how they do the census? To see how many people live in your area? So they can allocate funds. Places with more people need more money. So if you're a rich area... and you build a jail... full of slaves... and put it riiiiiiight on your border so it's in your zone but not an eye sore.... when the census comes around, all them folks in jail? They live in your zone. This is what i've been told, man. So they get more money, and the areas them folks in jail came from get less money, so sooner or later, everyone where they're from will be in jail. Then it's pretty vacant, and the crime drives people away so the property is cheap. SO... rich folks buy it up.... make it super expensive so the rest of the folks trying to hold on HAVE TO move out... and the only way folks can come back is when they're locked up in the new jail, owned by people who live in the new fancy zone. Anyways, we're talking about you locked up, making stuff for targets of sub something way stars who's bucks might be one of vickie's dirty secrets but you'd have to climb a wall of martians to get outta there. Anyways, when you're locked up, you'll be making license plates. Right? Right. That's what i was talking about. Plates. Not shirts or watches or boots or cups or paper products... just license plates. Can't get mad, it's made in america! Anyways, so you're a good worker. You're making a lot for the company, i mean bank, i mean government, i mean prison slavery system... well, whoever it's for, you're working your ass off. So, someone else needs more "general population" for their census and new sweatsho--um, prison... new prison... they need workers... so? YOU get a transfer. They sell you. Ever go to visit someone in jail and they got transferred and no one knew about it. The stock market knew about it. Don't worry, sooner or later you'll get out. Unless they add on charges from the sale of YOU which you might have to work off too. That's not right? This is america. The only thing illegal is getting caught... and the top way to get caught is to mess with the money. This keeps the money going. There's no caught when you keep the money going. The money just makes snoopers and lookie-loos go away. Might even give them a job!


Stuff like that was one of the things going on here. All sorts of product testing also. It was bad. The folks running it made a lot of money and made the whole thing disappear in the fire. There was a riot, some say planned and some say it was just bound to happen and it happened. Either way, the place burned down and kinda left things open ended for the folks who were victims. The money people got closure, and insurance. Some of the folks locked up here (patients) were the "pioneers"-- test subjects in all sorts of creep-ass experiments, dig, and they buried a lot of them folks rrrrright over there in that graveyard. There's more bodies than there are graves or stones, ya dig? So, yeah... at night, when things get restless, stay away from that fence. A bunch of other crazy stuff went on after the place was toast, when it just sat there in "the abandonment phase". I mean it's in Philly, not too far from the bridge and waterfront, just far away enough from downtown to not be downtown but close enough, so... crackhead utopia in abandonment... so, yeah, there's THAT energy... Plus who knows whatever happened around here in just the graveyard alone, and who knows what kinda spirits and beings are running around there?! It's close to the Xis, which are usually around water... void, easy to hide things in the void, or be ignorant or non conscious as to what's going on.... But it's in a prime spot for cray cray.


TOO MANY THINGS, man. I've heard metal or glass clinking, and some homeless dude told me there was slaves buried there from auctions. Interesting way to get interesting information, but you believe him because... clink clink clink, and nothing's there. Nope, don't wanna see that. Charlie picks up on a lot of that kinda stuff because of the half angel part. Maybe because of the half vampire part too. One time we went to a museum and they had slave chains... folks were talking about it all impressed, "They have REAL SLAVE CHAINS!" -- That shit don't impress me. Why would you even want to own that "piece of history"? Ain't like you gonna stop slavery now!? It's too big now and making too much money. Maybe they was keeping it in the family, i dunno. I don't care. Anyways, so Charlie freaked and wouldn't go in to the exhibit. She sensed something or someone or a lot of somethings and someones in there and she was out.


I've hear the frickin ocean it sounded like, like late one night. I was kinda tipsy still, but waaaay not smashed, because i was frickin smashed, right, but i staggered back to the back door, sat on the stoop, goes to pull out a cig and i hear birds. You don't hear birds at 2am. Maybe 4am. Maybe 5 am. Not around 1:30/2am. And i hear this white noise, like the ocean waving in but reeeeaaal faint, ya know? Juuuust enough for you to look around at trees to see if it's the wind fluffing leaves. Kinda smelled like sand. I put my lighter back in my pocket and went inside. Didn't look. Didn't care to see. Smelled nice, but that's enough for me for one night, thank you. Another time I saw a colonial looking kid, maybe about 10 or 9 yrs old or something out there. I don't care WHAT reality she was from, or what her deal was if she was lost or needed help finding the light and crossing over, or was out to feast on souls... i just went the other way. No wave, no nod, no smile... i just left. Frickin Ben Franklin's daughter just skipping thru a graveyard? La Lala lalaaaa... Nope. Not right on multiple levels. There's a tree near the entrance. There's never animals in that tree. It doesn't grow leaves. But it doesn't just rot away. Maybe it's me. I don't know how long it takes for a tree to hollow out or fall over, but this is hurricane country, yeah? Something shoulda blew that thing over. OR, some kinda something, a possum, bird, frickin ANTS MAN, SOMETHING soulda carved out a nice little spot in that tree. Nope. Don't wanna know about that tree. Probably had some patriot looking frenchman p.o.w. from some musket war hanging from it, and his head popped off when he was leaking from bayonet holes, and his last dying breaths were some kinda curse uttered transforming him into the american headless horseman. I don't wanna know. Yeah, i may sound like a bitch, but sometimes... you just gotta be that bitch.


"The Boneyard" (graveyard outside of the Asylum)






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