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The Unintentional Aquanaut: (Primer)

These set of books are compiled from one man’s private diary, ..

  • One man who was all alone with his clipboard for company: in a company of hell spawn demons, but demons with hearts of gold: (all five of them), that then match the five races – ranging from the mighty (Trolls), right down to the industrious (Dwarves), but it’s the (Elvin) traders in the middle that you’ve got to watch. Cos’ you can bet your bottom dollar dat’ dem’ bloody thieving pigs (is’) watching you, .. (probably even now!)


  • In America it’s called R – (rated) ..
  • In the United Kingdom it’s called X – (rated) ..
  • In Europe it’s commonly referred to as 18 – and in Australia as Restricted (X 18+) ..

In all these examples above, – then that target audience is (18 + years of age). The adult target age and mental maturity of these books, or (Volumes); is much, much; much more higher than that of mere time spent living on this Earth.

You’ve already accepted the age restriction pop-up box when entering this site, this set of books alone was what caused it to become necessary in the first place: now, feel it’s full effect.


If you don’t like the terms cunt, fuck wit: nigger and chink, .. (Then don’t read any further!) ..

If you can handle that: then would you *agree* or *disagree* that broads are only good for chasing, and then fucking up against the wall. .. (Still with me?) ..

Perhaps you should leave if you are offended by reading what the fucked up pedophiles do, and what those pissin’ poxy fuckin’ freaks can get up to behind your back, but being as it’s only naked baby girl bear cubs that they are legally fucking, then it doesn’t really matter: [ or does it? ] .. (Are you still following this gnarly old witch on this voyage out into the great unknown?) ..

OK then: The reason that that filth is up there in the first place, is because this web page actually reflects a diary’s blunt writing style of a kidnapped victim called Jay; who never ever thought in a gazillion years that his private journal would ever see the light of day, (but it has). And yes: I could have sanitized it in a re-edit, but in doing that; then I feel that what his diary actually contains, really does lose its gravitas to some extent.

How I came across this private journal, (for now: is irrelevant). All you need to know; is that it’s being published: because what the victim has recorded in it, (is important), and the contents really needs to be out there for others to make up their own minds about what’s happening, and has been happening in our name for quite a long time.

From that statement above: I also feel that the information it contains: is something that should concern us all.

These writings are the intimate muses of Jay; who has also been upfront and honest with himself in filling it in throughout. So that means, that this narration represents a glimpse of what a man really thinks, (who’s also been taken out of time), whose time was also in the early 70s in New York (USA), .. (Where it was a whole other ball game) .

A jolly place where the Pushers were nearly always black scumbag niggers, peddling their filth to the spiks, who in turn flogged their (cut shit) back to the dumbass half-wit punk kids: not black nor white you note, because profit is color blind.

But it’s not a happy story of what went on on these mean-streets, but more of an unhappy story of what went on above all of their ignorant heads, and also below their feet, but a long time ago: when market forces drove on the shifting tectonic plates.

  • And where a fortune could be won and lost overnight, or sometimes in the course of one hour. Especially after finding a family of mutilated Elvin bodies stuffed down a well behind a large luxurious house out in the Burbs: with the head man missing his head sat quite still, and quite dead in the living room.
    • OH’ happy days.

Still with me?Read all dat’ shit above?Know what your getting your dumbass self into?

  • OK!
    • But don’t come whinging to me if your fucking offended by what you find and read in these volumes of one man’s musings, trapped as he is in the deeps, and also out of his pissin’ depth as well surrounded by the useless brain dead trolls.
  • ALSO STUCK UP SNOBBY SHITHEADS: understand this, no one is forcing you to read these books, and if you don’t like the story: then keep it to your fucking self.
    • I’ve had my pissin’ fill of online anonymous (Trolls) .. who make the real ones look tame by comparison.

Winding my scrawny strung out neck back in here, ..

If you do find a typo, (and there a bound to be a few), then can you give me the nod: It’ll be muchly appreciated. [ Open comment boxes are on all of my pages. ] And they are never published.

[ Note. ] There are (NO) catch ups at the start of each book, and the chapters run on concurrently from volume to volume. In taking this private diary apart, it soon became apparent to the ** noughty ** mithering old bitch writing this thing out; that I couldn’t put it all in one book: so little ol’ me has split it up, but they are in three formats to download.

So, with all the warnings catalogued, and filed away; and competently noted above: here goes, the links to the stories:- ..

Volume 1: ( Day Break ) ..

Volume 2: ( Chasing Dawn ) ..

Volume 3: ( Dawn till Dusk ) ..

Volume 4: ( Casting Shadows ) ..

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.

** Translation:- ..

1. Noughty, .. A mental state that’s a little more severe than just sulky. If someone is noughty, then they are stressed and being stroppy..

2. Mithering, .. An absolutely brilliant word that describes a feeling of irritation or annoyance or being third party flustered. If someone calls you mithering, you are bothering them in some way..

{ Here ends this page of dire warnings. }


Outside Intervention Registered.

Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.

Attention STUPID Human!

A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
Conclusion Begins:
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).

Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.

– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.

[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]


Close this shit

Ain’t that so cute? – An innocent looking form on a web page; asking you to register to go on their exclusive mailing list: never seen that before? – { Huff! }

Anyhow: if you do sign up, then this is ( My Promise! )

(Just a cleverly constructed list of timely compiled acquisitions.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.