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Gun [Dec. 11th, 2009|06:13 pm]
The kick sends a shock up my arm.
Hot casings fly and smack me.
It sounds like something exploded that shouldn't.
Smoke stings my eyes.
I clench the barrel harder,
So I won't make a stupid mistake and let go.
Not hitting anywhere near I aimed.
Overestimated my ability to compensate for recoil.
Time to try a different position- actually hit the target.
Aim, squeeze, brace for the kick. Range officer says it's all mental.
Taking care to make sure it's empty even when there's a click.
Only one mistake and someone can die or never walk again.
Year 24 comes to a close, and I'm armed. God help me.
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Snow. In Houston. [Dec. 4th, 2009|12:39 pm]
Holy shit, it's coming down.

It's official- God is trolling us.
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Manis, 1-0 [Nov. 3rd, 2009|02:29 am]
The story of Manis Hadablas, and the incident at the tournament that made him take up life in the church's 'hero training'.

Not my best work. Violent. No likely the violence, no read.

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M faith in humanity dies a little more... [Oct. 19th, 2009|03:41 am]
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/2687975/Virgins-aged-12-being-sold-for-sex-to-mega-rich-Arabs-at-50000-a-time-Police-arrest-gang-offering-to-pimp-girls-at-a-five-star-London-hotel.html

I don't think there's anything I need to say to add to this, except kill the people responsible.

Seriously. Bullet in the brain. Get them off our planet.
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A [Oct. 17th, 2009|02:42 pm]
[Current Psychosis | Vindicated]

In a math class.

My hardest, most uncompromising subject.

Halleujiah.
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Hurt [Oct. 11th, 2009|01:25 am]
[Current Psychosis | depressed]

Sometimes it's better to never ask why.
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Stealing From Elisha [Sep. 16th, 2009|04:19 am]
Give me the title of a story I've never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know.
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mIRC client is down?... [Sep. 15th, 2009|05:00 pm]
My mIRC don't work for some reason and the internet is screwy (connection wise) for me.

Established truce with bro, but he hasn't a clue wtf is going on, other than the consensus "Comcast is run by idiots."
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Dreams [Sep. 14th, 2009|02:31 am]
In my dreams, I am always doing something. Gaming. Fighting. Running. Trying.

But these attempts always fail. Invariably something goes wrong. At the very best, things feel flimsy. My punches are strong. My running is limping. My gun jams or fires plastic pellets.

And when I wake, I am hit with a wave of gratitude that the dreamworld of eternal failure and mediocrity isn't the one I live in.

I can go downstairs and cook pizza and be certain I will wind up with pizza if I don't let it burn.

I can get in my car and drive. The wheels won't fall off, my steering wheel won't break off, and I won't find myself inexplicably driving from the roof of my car back to a strange, foreign junior high. (what the fuck, subconscious? WHAT. THE. FUCK.)
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I remember. [Sep. 11th, 2009|06:23 pm]
Remember that our freedom has a heavy price.

Be grateful for those who paid and are still paying.
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Thanks [Sep. 3rd, 2009|06:14 pm]
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I rant a lot about bad school stories don't I?

Evil principals, sadist teachers, bullies, double standards, the whole shebang, and I'm not going to apologize and say that it was undeserved.

But occasionally, you come across a person who retains their humanity in what, to me at least, was hell.

Case in point one Mrs. C.

Mrs. C was a counselor at Langham Creek High (aka hell) who as far as I know was a pretty decent person up until 12th grade. She didn't sugarcoat stuff, but she didn't stomp on you when you were down.

Then in 12th grade, well... my grades sucked. Whether it was me not getting it, or depression, or whathaveyou, I was going to have to repeat 12th grade over a class in which my teacher was a bitch (who, might I add, disclosed my bad grade to other students, something I probably should have sued her ass for.), and life looked bleak.

Then Mrs. C, during one of our sessions, mentions that I could test out of that class. "Yeah, you can take a test and it replaces your grade, so you can pass." *smile*

Let me translate that into what I heard.

"I can get you out of this hellhole."

I was skeptical. Good things didn't happen in Langham- they just didn't.

But I took the test, endured the jeers from students who had heard courtesy of said teacher I wouldn't graduate...

...and then Mrs. C calls me, day prior to graduation. "You passed. Better get yourself a cap and gown."

At graduation, I saw the teacher's face. The look of shock was worth everything, her expression clearly saying "You shouldn't be here."

It slowly sank in after the ceremony that I would never have to go back to Langham. Ever.

So thanks, Mrs. C. Thanks for the exit.
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Sleeeeps [Aug. 17th, 2009|12:10 am]
NO DD, so I kinda quit on a short note (no offense to mirc peeps, I'm sleepy), and now...

I can't sleep.

Once I get a job this will be easier.
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Standards among thieves? [Aug. 16th, 2009|01:02 pm]
http://www.fark.com/cgi/comments.pl?IDLink=4577625

Now... I don't condone breaking and entering, and I sure as hell don't condone robbing a man blind...

But it makes you wonder, just what the fuck did these thieves have to see that was so utterly depraved that they turned themselves in just to get this guy behind bars?
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Jury Duty: I haz it. [Aug. 5th, 2009|11:07 pm]
So I go in tomorrow to report for the process.

Praying I don't get arrested for some trivial thing. Yeah, yeah, I heard you guys- 'you won't get arrested', but I've come to expect catastrophe to come from minor mistakes.

If I can get home tomorrow without being arrested, shot, or both, I'll be happy.
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Tired [Jul. 30th, 2009|12:09 am]
Fuck it.
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Ah parents. [Jul. 24th, 2009|08:38 pm]
[Current Psychosis | enraged]

Ever so adept at making me ask myself "Why didn't I just shoot myself before they came up?"

Currently shaking with rage after being raged at for not having a perfect plan for college and job, beign called a deadass and a dumbass. These are not things you say to someone who spent three months looking after a sick relative.

So, yeah, I fucking love my life right now. Underlying irritation ever since I came back finally exploding in outrage during 'family night'.
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Home [Jul. 20th, 2009|03:04 am]
and so I'm here, relaxing, planning for my future after three months of going insane.

No. I don't miss Virginia. Not at all. Lots of work, lots of pain, lots of bad memories and reminders of hopes and dreams that didn't pan out.

Glad I did it though. I can die with one good deed to my name when the time comes- don't call suicide prevention on me, I'm going to be around as long as possible to annoy all of you.

But man am I glad to be home.

I am so tired.
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Tommorrow, I leave [Jul. 17th, 2009|09:27 pm]
Sorry, gramps. This was your environs, not mine. Hope my time here did some good.
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Depression [Jul. 9th, 2009|11:29 pm]
Seven more days.

It feels like an eternity.

Being in an area where I'm the foreign entity has been rough. Everyone constantly calls and I feel a little suffocated at times. But at the same time I don't know a lot of these people well, and yet we have blood ties.

It doesn't help that I have a lot of memories of death here.

When I was up here on the fourth of july as a kid, my cat Hobbes died at home.

Then there was the emergency trip up here to attend Gramp's funeral. I had spoken to him a few days before he died.

Sure, Houston's not a great place to live to some. And I've bad memories there. But I know what's there. It's familiar ground.

I want out of here. Having to hide facial tics so I'm not interrogated by grams, having to clean up spit bottles full of tobacco juice, the fear of one stumble meaning death, an awkward bathroom....

I want out. I need out.

I think this place has driven me sane in ways I didn't ask for.
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"Proof I need help" [Jul. 6th, 2009|01:02 pm]
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When your life is spent only knowing

The anger seeds they’re sowing

And the only thing you feel are backhands and the lash

Then it comes as no surprise

When you think of a dark demise

And you hurl all the trophies and the trinkets in the trash

Everyone is…

Laughing

Ha ha. You fall down and bleed.

Stay there. STAY THERE. We think it’s funny.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Take comfort if you so care to wish,

That they too will see their finish,

Not in fire, not in ice, No good sir!

No, our final destination is not that nice!

It’s getting… dark now.

People are no longer whispering,

The stars are no longer glistening,

We are cold and alone here,

And neither devil nor god is listening!

Slow, slow, slowly dies the light.

Slow, slow, slowly comes the night.

They say to laugh.

Cut them all a little slack

They’re just joking, watching tempers smoking, watching lives croaking,

Watching our throats tighten, sobs choking,

The girl hangs herself, the boy cuts himself, the room is stained in blood,

The future’s become a dud, but hey,

They were only joking.

Darker now, too quiet,

Could someone please start a riot?

I’d prefer an earsplitting awful din

Than this silent screaming of our sin,

The sun is gone! Darkness in its place, no more light to see our face.

This shouldn’t be, but ‘tis!

Something is quite amiss

People now grow frantic,

Night is no longer romantic,

Candles die, and in comes panic!

Something has awoken

But not a word is spoken,

To keep the hope so token.

They whisper as to what is happening,

But I alone know- this is not a meager show

The end comes swift yet slow

Who made that noise?

It wasn’t me, it wasn’t you

I sense three people now, where there were only once two

A stranger without a face!

He’s coming for a cull

Here to collect a toll

For our mistakes our sins, the time we kicked that teacher in the shins

He demands quite the steep price.

Neither gold nor blood suffice,

Yet he still demands a toll,

Does he want my immortal soul?

I think he does, but not one will satiate,

He will want so many more, and that friend seals your fate.

He’s going to drag us someplace worse than hell

Hey, remember back then, how funny it was when I fell,

Laugh. You did back then, when you first committed the sin,

And I think it only fitting you’re laughing at the end!

There is screaming oh so quiet

Someone please start a riot! It’s too damn quiet!

Tis the end for all women and men, girls and boys

We could at least die with some noise!

What is this thing that I’m now fearing, that I will perish with no one hearing?

The stars… the stars aren’t glistening

And I don’t think anyone is listening!

Darkness utter black over the land!

Will god reach down his hand?

Does the master have a plan?

Can God save us in this dark hour?

NO! I DON’T THINK HE CAN!

BECAUSE THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN!

WE ARE NO LONGER FIT TO BE MAN

AND HE WON’T SAVE US IF HE CAN!

Don’t look at me like that,

I wouldn’t stop this if I could because

When I came home bleeding every day

You said something retarded like

‘knock on wood’

‘lighten up and they will too’

‘they are just kidding around with you’

Those Are your words, are they not?

Has my mind begun to rot?

They might have been kidding, but he’s not!

There’s a noise.

Someone’s crying. More now. They realize we’re dying.

You are too.

But you know what?

I’ve done my share of crying.

My life has been about dying, slowly, slowly, slowly on the inside…

And now people will know what its like to be me!

So, pardon me, I’m not going to be crying,

Because that’s no way to be dying,

If I’m dying, I’m dying smiling,

Because as you other people choke,

I’m the only one who gets the joke.

No one left to put us underground, what was done now comes around,

I die too, that’s not nice,

But I’m happy to pay the price,

If that means you know it’s not nice

To fall down, and people to say

HA HA HA.


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