The following are journal exerpts from an exploratory jaunt to Centralia PA aboard the Ninja 500r. Enjoy!
A nice fucking ride. Centralia is in the middle of fucking nowhere. Bedding down for the night in Hershey PA. Chocolate bed w/ graham cracker sheets (not Graham Radcliffe sheets). Awful shitty interstate and vile trafficky secondary roads took me to Centralia today. Went through Ashland and somehow missed the turn and had to double back. Coal Town Pennsylvania is a veritable wasteland. There are entire mountains of coal trailings. 100’s of feet high. Entire landscapes reduced to rubble, obliterated. These coal mining towns are row cities, full of freaks and Melungeons. Centralia is a hell hole, the ground smokes from an underground mine fire. The Centralians respect the dead. Their cemetery is well kept. Easy to stealth camp here. The deserted stretch of highway buckles and steams. The mine fire was an abject failure.
It was NOT birthed from a garbage fire.
The Centralia mine fire was a failed attempt by occultists to steal the energy of the earth for their own gain. The natural energy of the earth that has existed for all time!
Reader know hits: YOU WILL NOT SUCCEED unless you are true of heart!
The secrets of the ancients await, but not for the black of heart.
Let the Centralia mine fire burn for all time as a warming to all of the scum out there.
Are you a Hooligan?
Obama knows. Cheney..?
Chinook helicopter over I-81. Blacked out. Special Ops?
It will take more than that to take down the Hooligans.
Live Free and Die Strong.
-Ryder Strong 3/18/10
Long forgotten language of the ancient Centralians adorn many of their grave-obelisks
Modern day Centralians reside underground, long since forced to relocate after the start of the mine-fires. Due to the intense heat, many perished. Those that survive only venture to the surface at night to tend to the cemetery. They are a kind hearted race WITH souls, however the physical adaptation necessary to survive in such a harsh environment has rendered them disfigured and repulsive. Lucky outsiders who have been fortunate enough to glimpse a steaming Centralian troglodyte all concur that they look like THIS.
Equilateral Swastika in mirrored left-facing form. Remnant of the strange and sick ceremonies that left Centralia to burn itself out 1000 years from now. Hooligans never forget friends.
Welcome to Chocolatetown.
Do NOT bite the chocolatewomen, for they will cry GRAPE!
Sakura Do…or DO!
Baby Octopii look like baby penises with legs.
They are delicious! Mas Delicioso yo!
Naked Tuna is also a delight!
Waitress looks like more attractive version of Lynn.
Alas, she is Vietnamese and her name is Mary. Close enough.
March 19, 2010
I am in the snake pit. Washington DC (Devils Cauldron). Once you leave Chocolate town you may never return, not really. The entire town smells like chocolate, what a marvelous place to live. Although, why does the Hershey Chocolate Factory have two billowing smokestacks? Why would it take so much energy to produce chocolate?
Do not ask questions when you already know the answer.