Sounds like NCI to me...

From: "Clyde Citrine" Add to Address Book Add Mobile Alert
To: "Chris Titan"
Subject: Re: Do you Dance?
Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2005 12:23:37 -0800

Dear Mr. Titan,

Our records indicate you are no longer an Operative of Neurocam International.

Therefore, it would be a violation of Neurocam's Organizational Security Guidelines to provide you with any information regarding future operational plans for the city of Los Angeles and the Operatives currently residing there.

Regards,

Clyde Citrine
Operations Division
Neurocam International
clyde.citrine@neurocam.com


----- Original Message -----
From: Chris Titan
To: clyde.citrine@neurocam.com
Sent: Saturday, November 26, 2005 6:32 PM
Subject: Do you Dance?


I was talking about L.A. and we wondered it you were going to have L.A. operatives face to face at a giant rave party?

I am Nor Cal and if you want to party with us...we can make arragnements.

Chris Titan

Super Justice Bitch Girl

ULRICH LEIVE


Here are some more of the pictures from the link that is embedded in the above Justice Girl. There are some of her associates. I think that it will not be hard to find an agent who is willing to post something on this group of individuals. This is Slayer and Red Storm, it was a task to "interrogate" them both at the same time, but I am Titan.

Kzenon / Godmachine

I live and work in Munich, Germany.
Occasionally you might meet me strolling around
with my camera or, more likely, having a
Caffe Latte or Sanbitter at Tomaso’s “Bar Italia”.

Please drop me an email: kzenon@layers-of-stability.com

Fan Mail from the North Witch

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chrisposter1
Originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Seal Baiting Lessons

These lessons are very good. These are crucial for agents of T.I.T.A.N.

Note the smile...kill them with kindness.

If anyone managed to get the original photo of the poster of the woman send it in.

If anyone can find photographic evidence that these were out up...blog that for points.

There once was a young boy called Chris Titan but he was a fucking idiot. And so super justice bitch girl came up with this courageous plan. and here it
If you live in Norwich you may have seen these in the street. If you work in the Norwich Union near Coppergate, you almost certainly did.there was a lot of "bitch" in this story.[Sorry Chrissy. the urge was too overpowering. if youre confused then i should explain that Chris was being a loser about a poster that i made about my friends ex girlfriend and he went all fucking stupid ovcer it. but don't hesitate to complete Chris Titan's assignment. I'd love to see it.]

-Alexis
From The Norwich, England, United Kingdom

Herpes Treatment Scam/Study

Octave asked for proof...

Something that I rarely do is comply.

I like seeing new names ask for evidence.

I picked this document up along the way. I am sure that other people also have this document.

I can read it because I have the context to make out some of the words.

In the second line it talks about the Herpes Treatment...it is actually one of the few things you can read on this document. But such is the state of Neurocam Evidence..ask anyone else to post there goods...

ENJOY...

The CEO

The CEO
Originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

355

I have learned a thing or two about the CEO of Neurocam International...

or at least the one I dream about...

I realize she is not actually "355" but you gotta start somewhere...

I Found Gertie

zellehousearrest
Originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

If you watch the film called

The Creamaster Cycle

You will find this image in the film...this IS Gerturde Zelle.

Why did you betray me? Why did you try to betray Charles? Now your beauty is wasted and I am just crushed...

I am going to see if they will at least allow me to send you something to make it a little easier on you...what did you do? That Sampson was always too close to Pritchard...

I am going to take this video to Dan...he might know something about it.

He really won't talk with me, even though he does not remember why...maybe.

If You Could Taste My Blood

Art:http://www.fractality.com/970901/power.JPG

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[06:54:26] * Quits: Titan (Titan@2e60f4af.2d34f077.pltn13.pacbell.net) (Quit: )

T.I.T.A.N.

past-master
Originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

- Only A Northern Song (26 KB ~ 3:35 min)

If you're listening to this song
You may think the chords are going wrong
But they're not;
He just wrote it like that.
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
As it's only a Northern song
It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear
Or how I fare or if my hair is brown
When it's only a Northern song.
When you're listening late at night
You may think the band are not quite right
But they are, they just play it like that
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
As it's only a Northern song.
It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear
Or how I fare or if my hair is brown
When it's only a Northern song.
If you think the harmony
Is a little dark and out of key
You're correct, there's nobody there.
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
And I told you there's no one there.

The Yellow One

theyellowone
Originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Bavarian illuminati
by Robert Anton Wilson

FREE: Yes, this secret magickal technique handed down through the ages is yours absolutley free! We ask only that you observe one elementary precaution. Do not open it now, but wait till you are behind locked doors. Adapt as desired.

Secrecy Clause: the greatest secrets canm be safely shouted from rooftops, since they are already known by those who understand them. Remember the old proverb "you can lead an ass to wisdom but you can't make it THINK".

THIS IS A MAGICK LETTER

The Science of Neurologic is easy.

Humanity is trapped (temporarily) in static repetitous circuits creating misery, conflict, prejudice, war, stupididty. There is no longer any need for this sad situation to continue. It is easy to reprogram the nervous system removing these static mechanistic circuits (condidtioned reactions). You can be anything yo wnat to be, this time around.

It is easy to reprogram the nervous system. Start with the so-called "Thoth" exercise of the Gnostic mystics. It begins with imagination, but it does not remain imagination. This is what you do:

Imagine vividly the "astral" field around your body. By imgaination and will, change this field into the form of a divinity--Christ, Budda, Pan, the Great Mother, Krishna, Aphrodite, or whoever you like. It is easy to begin reprogramming the nervous system by such vivid imagination. Do the exercise at least ten minutes every morning and every evening for one week. Then, the following week, do the exercise for fifteen minutes each morning, after smoking one marijuana cigarette.

Acquire a tape recorder. Record at least 50 times the sentence "You can be anything you want to be, this time around."

Repeat the transformation into the God-form while the tape plays back to you these new programs. Do it until you know, beyond all doubt, that it is no longer imagination, the the new program has been recorded in your neurons.

Read and study carefully NEUROLOGIC by Timothy Leary, Ph.D., Programming and Metaprogramming the Human Biocomputer, by John Lilly, M.D. and any text on "magick" by Aleister Crowley, Israel Regardie, G.I. gurdjieff or Mary Baker Eddy. (For more on this secret conspiracy, see the works of Robert Anton Wilson). It is easy to reprogram the nervous system by these methods. Send copies of this transmission everywhere, especially newspapers and educational or underground radio stations. The power of this signal is 100 times magnified each time it is broadcast over radio or TV.

In the province of the mind what is believed true is true or becomes true, within limits to be learned by experiment and experience. These limits are further programs to be reprogrammed in later experiments. In the province of the mind, there are no limits.

A Chocolate Teapot?

ChocolateTeapot
Originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

An Appraisal of the Utility of a Chocolate Teapot
Simon Bradshaw, Amanda Baker, Bridget Bradshaw, John Bray, Gordon Brignal, David Clements & Del Cotter

THE CHOCOLATE teapot remains popular as a general comparative standard for the failure of an object to perform in accordance with its intended function, rivalled only by its close relative (in terms of composition, if not morphology), the chocolate fireguard. However, whilst numerous items are colloquially labelled as being ‘as useful as a chocolate teapot', there does not appear to be any objective standard for the usefulness, or indeed uselessness, of a chocolate teapot itself. In the absence of any British, European or ANSI Standard, Def Stan or MIL-STD for this important but poorly-specified reference item, it was decided to conduct an independent assessment of exactly how much use one of them was. As well as filling an significant gap in the standards literature, it was felt that this study would add to the body of work published in the Annals of Improbable Research on the scientific evaluation of common metaphors (Sandford, 1995; Paskevich and Shea, 1995; Dubik and Wood, 1995; collected in Abrahams, 1998).

Materials and Methods
The first step in this research programme was the acquisition of a chocolate teapot.

My Lie

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	8.2
Mind:	8.2
Body:	6.8
Spirit:	10
Friends/Family:	5.8
Love:	7
Finance:	8.5
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Looks like my strange spiritual life alienates friends and family...like I needed this test to tell me that.

Not everyone has endless weird stories that they consider true...you guys just hear my Neurocam stuff.

Contact your local university and ask them to have Titan speak to the students about living in their stories...

Vote NADA!

Vote Nada/



Bring back your blog...I would love to see the platform I am voting for...

But I am caught up in the Frenzy...I will vote for you no matter what.

You are the only hope against GRIMSBY...

What GRIMSBY is I can only fear...

P.S. You gotta click on those google ads...it is really funny. Buy something for that hard to shop for person...you will be the riot of the party come X-mas eve. You will again sit back and thank T.I.T.A.N.

DOWN WITH GRIMSBY

Teigan said...
Dear Operative Firedrake,

I wholheartedly agree. This ALL Grimsby's fault.

Verily, I say unto yiz all: DOWN WITH GRIMSBY.

s0ss smells like cabbage...

teigan> Hidey ho neurokids
s0ss> hi teigan
teigan> what's the word?
s0ss> nothing
teigan> lot of rumours flying around it seems
teigan> that's very dull
teigan> I have been hearing all kinds of stories
teigan> Most of them complete rubbish
teigan> For example, I can confirm that Neurocam IS a cabbage
deadsoybean> Reaaallly?
deadsoybean> I hate cabbage!
teigan> No, not really
teigan> It depends how you define "cabbage"
teigan> If "cabbage" is something you can smell, see, hear taste & touch
teigan> Cabbage is merely electrical signals interpreted by your brain
s0ss> heh
teigan> And other cliches
s0ss> gotta go

teigan> byebye
s0ss> dont talk bad about me behind my back
deadsoybean> Toodles
teigan> ok
teigan> ditto!!
deadsoybean> Psst... teigan... soss smells funny
deadsoybean> :P
teigan> heheh i know
teigan> she smells like cabbage
teigan> how are you anyway nada
teigan> long time no nothing
teigan> I think you should change your name to Nada Manson
teigan> I'd vote for you
deadsoybean> Everything is peachy keen!
deadsoybean> Nada Manson?
teigan> if you ran for president as Nada Manson
teigan> Rilly?
deadsoybean> I think I should change my name to Nada Manson too
teigan> That's ace!

The Fiend

The Fiend
Originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Medieval Sourcebook: St. Columban: Boat Song c. 600
----------------------
St. Columban (ca. 543-615) was the founder of the monastery of Bobbio in northern Italy. His "Boat Song" captures the mood of adventure and robust faith that animated the Irish monks.

Cut in the forests, swept down the two-horned Rhine,
Our keel, tight-caulked, now floats upon the sea.
Heia, men! Let the echoes resound with our heia!
The wild gusts swell, the slashing torrents fall,
But manly strength has force to tame the storm.
Heia, men! Let the echoes resound with our heia!
To earnest effort, clouds and tempest yield;
Zeal and unceasing labor conquer all.
Heia, men! Let the echoes resound with our heia!
Endure and save yourselves for better things;
0 you who have suffered worse, this too shall end.
Heia, men! Let the echoes resound with our heia!
So when the loathsome foe assaults our hearts,
Tempting and shaking the depths of our hearts with passion,
Let your souls, men, remembering Christ, cry heia!
In resolution fixed, scorn Satan's wiles.
By virtues armed, defend yourselves with valor.
Let your souls, men, remembering Christ, cry heia!
Firm faith and holy ardor conquer all.
The ancient fiend, defeated, breaks his arrows.
Let your souls, men, remembering Christ, cry heia!
The Source of Good and Being, the Highest Power,
Offers the warrior and gives the victor prizes.
Let your souls, men, remembering Christ, cry heia!

s0ss flexes his little muscle...

Let us make it clear that s0ss has banned me for exposing him as Xade, or at least raising the question.

Is the Neurocam community going to let this punk ruin their reputation?

s0ss has temporarily banned me from IRC...

this is the start of a new Narrative...



itan> at the bottom, slightly indented
to clarify who is speaking
ill get an admin aka xade, means xade is the admin and the only one who can change things like avs.
hahahha
perhaps
* ChanServ sets mode: +o s0ss
perhaps.
but there is room for doubt
only in your head.
and that is where narrative grows on itself
Well take your narrative to the boards.
or your blog
Keep it out of here.
my head...and other heads
naw
* s0ss sets mode: +b Titan!*Titan@28a85a1b.12a06a62.pltn13.pacbell.net
we have to monitor Trisk
#neurocam Cannot send to channel (You are banned)

FOR our martyr’d Charles...

Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).
A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

The Old Cavalier

Sir Francis Hastings Doyle


“FOR our martyr’d Charles I pawn’d my plate,
For his son I spent my all,
That a churl might dine, and drink my wine,
And preach in my father’s hall:
That father died on Marston Moor, 5
My son on Worcester plain;
But the king he turn’d his back on me
When he got his own again.

“The other day, there came, God wot!
A solemn, pompous ass, 10
Who begged to know if I did not go
To the sacrifice of Mass:
I told him fairly to his face,
That in the field of fight
I had shouted loud for Church and King, 15
When he would have run outright.

“He talk’d of the Man of Babylon
With his rosaries and copes,
As if a Roundhead was n’t worse
Than half a hundred Popes. 20
I don’t know what the people mean,
With their horror and affright;
All Papists that I ever knew
Fought stoutly for the right.

“I now am poor and lonely, 25
This cloak is worn and old,
But yet it warms my loyal heart,
Through sleet, and rain, and cold,
When I call to mind the Cavaliers,
Bold Rupert at their head, 30
Bursting through blood and fire, with cries
That might have wak’d the dead.

“Then spur and sword was the battle word,
And we made their helmets ring,
Howling like madmen, all the while, 35
For God and for the King.
And though they snuffled psalms, to give
The Rebel-dogs their due,
When the roaring shot pour’d close and hot
They were stalwart men and true. 40

“On the fatal field of Naseby,
Where Rupert lost the day
By hanging on the flying crowd
Like a lion on his prey,
I stood and fought it out, until, 45
In spite of plate and steel,
The blood that left my veins that day
Flow’d up above my heel.

“And certainly, it made those quail
Who never quail’d before, 50
To look upon the awful front
Which Cromwell’s horsemen wore.
I felt that every hope was gone,
When I saw their squadrons form,
And gather for the final charge 55
Like the coming of the storm.

“Oh! where was Rupert in that hour
Of danger, toil, and strife?
It would have been to all brave men
Worth a hundred years of life 60
To have seen that black and gloomy force,
As it poured down in line,
Met midway by the Royal horse
And Rupert of the Rhine.

“All this is over now, and I 65
Must travel to the tomb,
Though the king I serv’d has got his own,
In poverty and gloom.
Well, well, I serv’d him for himself,
So I must not now complain, 70
But I often wish that I had died
With my son on Worcester plain.”