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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Mankind is a disease
After the events of the last few days I have come to the conclusion that mankind needs to be eradicated. Press the button and make it all stop. I am tired of the stupidity.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Book Review: The Bride Collector
As with most of Dekkers other crime works it leans toward the dark and mentally insane. Having read many of those works I have to say this work is stronger than most of his earlier. The characters are better fleshed out and the storyline is linear. Also I found myself identifying with both the hero and the antagonist. The fact that both of them were deeply screwed up people does not show me in a good light. Final verdict: Get this book, good read, good story.
Movie Review: Faster
I will keep this short. While the movie was enjoyable from a visceral aspect, it was the same story retold. Person A gets royally screwed by persons B-L. Person A gets cool weapons and kills persons B through L. Kill Bill did it well and this is a poor shadow of that story. My advice is to skip Faster and rent Kill Bill parts 1 and 2.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Festering
I see you festering
Festering with remorse and worry
Worrying about your image
Imagining yourself to be better than you are.
You have become a sore
Sore to everyone around you
You see the truth and it you reject
Rejection has become your security blanket
You are not ready for the whole truth
Truthfully morning your losses
Losing your sanity in a wave of grief
Grieving those who wish to help you leave this horrid place.
Come out and join us
Using the God given talents to uplift
Uplifting your spirit by lifting those around you
Your time is now, Stop Festering.
Festering with remorse and worry
Worrying about your image
Imagining yourself to be better than you are.
You have become a sore
Sore to everyone around you
You see the truth and it you reject
Rejection has become your security blanket
You are not ready for the whole truth
Truthfully morning your losses
Losing your sanity in a wave of grief
Grieving those who wish to help you leave this horrid place.
Come out and join us
Using the God given talents to uplift
Uplifting your spirit by lifting those around you
Your time is now, Stop Festering.
Bitter lies (Expansion of Cold Killer)
No lie is quite so bitter as the lie your friend believes.
Yet, I stand and watch as those who proclaim the truth, fall to lies and evil. We pretend and those around believe your little play...but I am here, waiting, watching. No lie is quite so bitter as the lie that births treachery in the heart of my friends. For that, The Cold Killer awaits you in your deepest dreams.
This war has been on the horizon for years and I tried to warn you. Why do you choose to ignore wisdom? Do you see yourself as intelligent? You are not. You are just another sickly goat in sheep’s clothing. I reach for you to help and change your evil nature. You pull away and proclaim your understanding and intelligence. But when the poison worked its way you lashed out and hurt everyone around you. Are you so blind? Yes. But we are all blind, seeing what we can see and ignoring the blight in our own souls. The sight to see that you are blind is the beginning to killing the treacheries in you, for that imp will die and if you fail to separate it from you your fates will be joined. For there is only one price for treachery, Death, but not as you suppose.
Can you hear it? It comes and hunts for you with its ever present stalking. What is it?
A poison that kills
With no remorse
It destroys all that stands
And mocks you as it passes by
In horror you watch
As your house of cards
Does come crumbling down
Revealing for all to see
The weakness of your master design
It kills your hopes
Your dreams
Your reality
It rips and rents you
Shredding
Tearing
Murderous rage in its lone eye
Bloodlust consuming it
It is the most feared beast in all the world
The most lethal venom dripping off its glistening fangs
Truth is its name
And a world of pain is the reward for your lies
Yet, I stand and watch as those who proclaim the truth, fall to lies and evil. We pretend and those around believe your little play...but I am here, waiting, watching. No lie is quite so bitter as the lie that births treachery in the heart of my friends. For that, The Cold Killer awaits you in your deepest dreams.
This war has been on the horizon for years and I tried to warn you. Why do you choose to ignore wisdom? Do you see yourself as intelligent? You are not. You are just another sickly goat in sheep’s clothing. I reach for you to help and change your evil nature. You pull away and proclaim your understanding and intelligence. But when the poison worked its way you lashed out and hurt everyone around you. Are you so blind? Yes. But we are all blind, seeing what we can see and ignoring the blight in our own souls. The sight to see that you are blind is the beginning to killing the treacheries in you, for that imp will die and if you fail to separate it from you your fates will be joined. For there is only one price for treachery, Death, but not as you suppose.
Can you hear it? It comes and hunts for you with its ever present stalking. What is it?
A poison that kills
With no remorse
It destroys all that stands
And mocks you as it passes by
In horror you watch
As your house of cards
Does come crumbling down
Revealing for all to see
The weakness of your master design
It kills your hopes
Your dreams
Your reality
It rips and rents you
Shredding
Tearing
Murderous rage in its lone eye
Bloodlust consuming it
It is the most feared beast in all the world
The most lethal venom dripping off its glistening fangs
Truth is its name
And a world of pain is the reward for your lies
Friday, May 28, 2010
Comfort In a wafer
I sit at my party of one
Basking in the glow of my self loathing
Seeking comfort
You are there
Waiting in our secret place
The high place
You invite a friend to come with you
I go pick you up for our private party
We enter my room and I can’t wait to get to you
Your insides call me to lick you out
You are my Peanut butter wafer and cold glass of milk
My comfort in a wafer.
Basking in the glow of my self loathing
Seeking comfort
You are there
Waiting in our secret place
The high place
You invite a friend to come with you
I go pick you up for our private party
We enter my room and I can’t wait to get to you
Your insides call me to lick you out
You are my Peanut butter wafer and cold glass of milk
My comfort in a wafer.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The Valley (Single post)
Railing
I stand at the valley staring into the darkness, railing against the inevitable. I was the first of many, but the last of few. One to bring....one to take. One to destroy, one to restore. One, Two, or Four? The question has been made, who dares answer?
Love or hate...predestined fate?
Or self guided ship in sea of grief?
The question has been made, who dares answer?
The Intolerable
I over look the Valley, It has become so familiar to me and I know not what is to be done.
I hear your beguiling sneers, your words of death, to kill me, to rent me as cloth.
I cry in my quite places
To never be brought to light
I see a distant light
Fading or growing
The darkness comes over me
I see no light
Only pain
The comfort of that which I know
The betrayal of that which has always been there
To slay it
To stay it
From killing my soul
Light again
Only to reveal my tears, my pain?
Oh Lord where is your power?
Where is my conviction?
I need not of darkness
Be it banished
Yet not is this to be?
Darkness and pain
The words come back and rip into my heart……………..YOU ARE NOT AS WE
So you distance that which is different,
Better?
Stronger?
I do not threaten you?? Do I?
I see what cannot be seen.
Know what cannot be known.
I am what cannot be; yet here I stand.
Accused, abused, confused, and diffused.
I understand, which is my crime,
But in understanding am I confused as to why.
They are coming
They want to destroy all that is me
HE CAN NOT BE TOLERATED
I wish to know not
To see not
To be not
My prayers fall to the ground as empty
They are here
Lord save me
They thrust their accusations into me, piercing me
Blood flows from my wound
They look upon me as the deserving of my fate
More accusation and I am pierced again and again
Why?
Help?
Cold?
I want to feel.
To live
To be among the living, the normal, the accusers
Am I one of they?
Et to?
My soul grows cold
The words have done what is to be done
Darkness comes over me, cold, dieing, HELP.
I know again, in this dieing time, that my weakness is caring
Feeling what should be left unfelt
Helping what should be unhelped
In this time, I chose to die
Die a death of pain and murder at the hands of all I care for and of
Die a death of feeling and knowing.
Rather than live a life of ignorance and cold.
So I look into the eyes of my accusers, my murderers and shed my last tear
For they
My last breath saying it is OK
Et to?
The valley, the valley, my blood spills into the valley, into the darkness once again.
The Recendence
Blood stained ground
Valley of bones
Blood does feed it
Life reborn
They have left
Having done their deeds
To kill is for safely
To live is for fear
They came to take life
Take joy
Take skill
Instead they brought doom
To the heads of all they lay dear
For in the moment when vicious tear flesh
They see not it is
Of themselves they do kill
In my death they died
In their life I live
And again I ask the question
Do I threaten you? Surely I do not.
Malficient heap of mangled dumb
Speech of commons and slowness of tongue
Walk of simple
Run of the weak
How can this be?
This man of such weakness
Yet again
Here I am
Clumsily banging at the keys of this box
Begging for God to come and to change me
His message the same
I made you
It is you
All I wanted was to be loved and accepted
All I could do was to mumble and be spastic
Can I threaten you?
Surely not!
I have died a thousand times
A thousand ways
Each time
A little part of me
Not returning to life
A little part, will it be your part, dieing every day
So I stand up
Pulling the accusations out of me
Reliving the pain of being murdered one more time
Watching as my blood
Gives life to the dry bones of fear and ignorance
Hopefully giving them the life I lost
So that one-day they too can walk
No longer being the dry bones of fear
But the beast of security and knowledge
The pain is so real
So strong
So irrelevant
So I chose to put it away from me, as it never happened
I look out over a blood stained valley
Unsure what happened here
They are walking away in the distance
I must run and catch they
They might like my company with them.
For surely
Man as I am
I do not threaten them.
Original work by:
Jeremy D. Breaux
I stand at the valley staring into the darkness, railing against the inevitable. I was the first of many, but the last of few. One to bring....one to take. One to destroy, one to restore. One, Two, or Four? The question has been made, who dares answer?
Love or hate...predestined fate?
Or self guided ship in sea of grief?
The question has been made, who dares answer?
The Intolerable
I over look the Valley, It has become so familiar to me and I know not what is to be done.
I hear your beguiling sneers, your words of death, to kill me, to rent me as cloth.
I cry in my quite places
To never be brought to light
I see a distant light
Fading or growing
The darkness comes over me
I see no light
Only pain
The comfort of that which I know
The betrayal of that which has always been there
To slay it
To stay it
From killing my soul
Light again
Only to reveal my tears, my pain?
Oh Lord where is your power?
Where is my conviction?
I need not of darkness
Be it banished
Yet not is this to be?
Darkness and pain
The words come back and rip into my heart……………..YOU ARE NOT AS WE
So you distance that which is different,
Better?
Stronger?
I do not threaten you?? Do I?
I see what cannot be seen.
Know what cannot be known.
I am what cannot be; yet here I stand.
Accused, abused, confused, and diffused.
I understand, which is my crime,
But in understanding am I confused as to why.
They are coming
They want to destroy all that is me
HE CAN NOT BE TOLERATED
I wish to know not
To see not
To be not
My prayers fall to the ground as empty
They are here
Lord save me
They thrust their accusations into me, piercing me
Blood flows from my wound
They look upon me as the deserving of my fate
More accusation and I am pierced again and again
Why?
Help?
Cold?
I want to feel.
To live
To be among the living, the normal, the accusers
Am I one of they?
Et to?
My soul grows cold
The words have done what is to be done
Darkness comes over me, cold, dieing, HELP.
I know again, in this dieing time, that my weakness is caring
Feeling what should be left unfelt
Helping what should be unhelped
In this time, I chose to die
Die a death of pain and murder at the hands of all I care for and of
Die a death of feeling and knowing.
Rather than live a life of ignorance and cold.
So I look into the eyes of my accusers, my murderers and shed my last tear
For they
My last breath saying it is OK
Et to?
The valley, the valley, my blood spills into the valley, into the darkness once again.
The Recendence
Blood stained ground
Valley of bones
Blood does feed it
Life reborn
They have left
Having done their deeds
To kill is for safely
To live is for fear
They came to take life
Take joy
Take skill
Instead they brought doom
To the heads of all they lay dear
For in the moment when vicious tear flesh
They see not it is
Of themselves they do kill
In my death they died
In their life I live
And again I ask the question
Do I threaten you? Surely I do not.
Malficient heap of mangled dumb
Speech of commons and slowness of tongue
Walk of simple
Run of the weak
How can this be?
This man of such weakness
Yet again
Here I am
Clumsily banging at the keys of this box
Begging for God to come and to change me
His message the same
I made you
It is you
All I wanted was to be loved and accepted
All I could do was to mumble and be spastic
Can I threaten you?
Surely not!
I have died a thousand times
A thousand ways
Each time
A little part of me
Not returning to life
A little part, will it be your part, dieing every day
So I stand up
Pulling the accusations out of me
Reliving the pain of being murdered one more time
Watching as my blood
Gives life to the dry bones of fear and ignorance
Hopefully giving them the life I lost
So that one-day they too can walk
No longer being the dry bones of fear
But the beast of security and knowledge
The pain is so real
So strong
So irrelevant
So I chose to put it away from me, as it never happened
I look out over a blood stained valley
Unsure what happened here
They are walking away in the distance
I must run and catch they
They might like my company with them.
For surely
Man as I am
I do not threaten them.
Original work by:
Jeremy D. Breaux
Sunday, May 16, 2010
The Recendence
Blood stained ground
Valley of bones
Blood does feed it
Life reborn
They have left
Having done their deeds
To kill is for safely
To live is for fear
They came to take life
Take joy
Take skill
Instead they brought doom
To the heads of all they lay dear
For in the moment when vicious tear flesh
They see not it is
Of themselves they do kill
In my death they died
In their life I live
And again I ask the question
Do I threaten you? Surely I do not.
Malficient heap of mangled dumb
Speech of commons and slowness of tongue
Walk of simple
Run of the weak
How can this be?
This man of such weakness
Yet again
Here I am
Clumsily banging at the keys of this box
Begging for God to come and to change me
His message the same
I made you
It is you
All I wanted was to be loved and accepted
All I could do was to mumble and be spastic
Can I threaten you?
Surely not!
I have died a thousand times
A thousand ways
Each time
A little part of me
Not returning to life
A little part, will it be your part, dieing every day
So I stand up
Pulling the accusations out of me
Reliving the pain of being murdered one more time
Watching as my blood
Gives life to the dry bones of fear and ignorance
Hopefully giving them the life I lost
So that one-day they too can walk
No longer being the dry bones of fear
But the beast of security and knowledge
The pain is so real
So strong
So irrelevant
So I chose to put it away from me, as it never happened
I look out over a blood stained valley
Unsure what happened here
They are walking away in the distance
I must run and catch they
They might like my company with them.
For surely
Man as I am
I do not threaten them.
Valley of bones
Blood does feed it
Life reborn
They have left
Having done their deeds
To kill is for safely
To live is for fear
They came to take life
Take joy
Take skill
Instead they brought doom
To the heads of all they lay dear
For in the moment when vicious tear flesh
They see not it is
Of themselves they do kill
In my death they died
In their life I live
And again I ask the question
Do I threaten you? Surely I do not.
Malficient heap of mangled dumb
Speech of commons and slowness of tongue
Walk of simple
Run of the weak
How can this be?
This man of such weakness
Yet again
Here I am
Clumsily banging at the keys of this box
Begging for God to come and to change me
His message the same
I made you
It is you
All I wanted was to be loved and accepted
All I could do was to mumble and be spastic
Can I threaten you?
Surely not!
I have died a thousand times
A thousand ways
Each time
A little part of me
Not returning to life
A little part, will it be your part, dieing every day
So I stand up
Pulling the accusations out of me
Reliving the pain of being murdered one more time
Watching as my blood
Gives life to the dry bones of fear and ignorance
Hopefully giving them the life I lost
So that one-day they too can walk
No longer being the dry bones of fear
But the beast of security and knowledge
The pain is so real
So strong
So irrelevant
So I chose to put it away from me, as it never happened
I look out over a blood stained valley
Unsure what happened here
They are walking away in the distance
I must run and catch they
They might like my company with them.
For surely
Man as I am
I do not threaten them.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Intolerable
I over look the Valley, It has become so familiar to me and I know not what is to be done.
I hear your beguiling sneers, your words of death, to kill me, to rent me as cloth.
I cry in my quite places
To never be brought to light
I see a distant light
Fading or growing
The darkness comes over me
I see no light
Only pain
The comfort of that which I know
The betrayal of that which has always been there
To slay it
To stay it
From killing my soul
Light again
Only to reveal my tears, my pain?
Oh Lord where is your power?
Where is my conviction?
I need not of darkness
Be it banished
Yet not is this to be?
Darkness and pain
The words come back and rip into my heart……………..YOU ARE NOT AS WE
So you distance that which is different,
Better?
Stronger?
I do not threaten you?? Do I?
I see what cannot be seen.
Know what cannot be known.
I am what cannot be; yet here I stand.
Accused, abused, confused, and diffused.
I understand, which is my crime,
But in understanding am I confused as to why.
They are coming
They want to destroy all that is me
HE CAN NOT BE TOLERATED
I wish to know not
To see not
To be not
My prayers fall to the ground as empty
They are here
Lord save me
They thrust their accusations into me, piercing me
Blood flows from my wounds
They look upon me as the deserving of my fate
More accusation and I am pierced again and again
Why?
Help?
Cold?
I want to feel.
To live
To be among the living, the normal, the accusers
Am I one of they?
Et to?
My soul grows cold
The words have done what is to be done
Darkness comes over me, cold, dieing, HELP.
I know again, in this dieing time, that my weakness is caring
Feeling what should be left unfelt
Helping what should be unhelped
In this time, I chose to die
Die a death of pain and murder at the hands of all I care for and of
Die a death of feeling and knowing.
Rather than live a life of ignorance and cold.
So I look into the eyes of my accusers, my murderers and shed my last tear
For they
My last breath saying it is OK
Et to?
The valley, the valley, my blood spills into the valley, into the darkness once again.
I hear your beguiling sneers, your words of death, to kill me, to rent me as cloth.
I cry in my quite places
To never be brought to light
I see a distant light
Fading or growing
The darkness comes over me
I see no light
Only pain
The comfort of that which I know
The betrayal of that which has always been there
To slay it
To stay it
From killing my soul
Light again
Only to reveal my tears, my pain?
Oh Lord where is your power?
Where is my conviction?
I need not of darkness
Be it banished
Yet not is this to be?
Darkness and pain
The words come back and rip into my heart……………..YOU ARE NOT AS WE
So you distance that which is different,
Better?
Stronger?
I do not threaten you?? Do I?
I see what cannot be seen.
Know what cannot be known.
I am what cannot be; yet here I stand.
Accused, abused, confused, and diffused.
I understand, which is my crime,
But in understanding am I confused as to why.
They are coming
They want to destroy all that is me
HE CAN NOT BE TOLERATED
I wish to know not
To see not
To be not
My prayers fall to the ground as empty
They are here
Lord save me
They thrust their accusations into me, piercing me
Blood flows from my wounds
They look upon me as the deserving of my fate
More accusation and I am pierced again and again
Why?
Help?
Cold?
I want to feel.
To live
To be among the living, the normal, the accusers
Am I one of they?
Et to?
My soul grows cold
The words have done what is to be done
Darkness comes over me, cold, dieing, HELP.
I know again, in this dieing time, that my weakness is caring
Feeling what should be left unfelt
Helping what should be unhelped
In this time, I chose to die
Die a death of pain and murder at the hands of all I care for and of
Die a death of feeling and knowing.
Rather than live a life of ignorance and cold.
So I look into the eyes of my accusers, my murderers and shed my last tear
For they
My last breath saying it is OK
Et to?
The valley, the valley, my blood spills into the valley, into the darkness once again.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Railing (Valley 1)
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Railing
I stand at the valley staring into the darkness, railing against the inevitable. I was the first of many, but the last of few. One to bring....one to take. One to destroy, one to restore. One, Two, or Four? The question has been made, who dares answer?
Love or hate...predestined fate?
Or self guided ship in sea of grief?
The question has been made, who dares answer?
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Railing
I stand at the valley staring into the darkness, railing against the inevitable. I was the first of many, but the last of few. One to bring....one to take. One to destroy, one to restore. One, Two, or Four? The question has been made, who dares answer?
Love or hate...predestined fate?
Or self guided ship in sea of grief?
The question has been made, who dares answer?
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And now for the feature presentation!
After my week in Disney World and then being the victim of an "Ethnic Cleansing" I feel the need to release the Valley trilogy into the wild. I will release each part one at a time then post the whole thing up as a whole after I post the last part. Stay tuned and lock up all your sharp objects.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Not Today
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The sun will shine and the stars will twinkle
Your tears will dry and your heart will not hurt
You will smile and know real joy
Your arms will be full and your loss will not burn
The world will spin as it should be
Life will go on and your wounds will heal
Just not today
Today the sky will be dark and your pillow will stay wet
Your chest will burn and you will see no way to ever smile
The emptiness of your loss will seem unquenchable while your wounds threaten to consume you.
You will shout out to heaven and your ears will ring of brass
But there is tomorrow and if not, there will be tomorrows tomorrow.
And there the Son will shine again
For we look through a glass darkly and this life is but evanescence.
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The sun will shine and the stars will twinkle
Your tears will dry and your heart will not hurt
You will smile and know real joy
Your arms will be full and your loss will not burn
The world will spin as it should be
Life will go on and your wounds will heal
Just not today
Today the sky will be dark and your pillow will stay wet
Your chest will burn and you will see no way to ever smile
The emptiness of your loss will seem unquenchable while your wounds threaten to consume you.
You will shout out to heaven and your ears will ring of brass
But there is tomorrow and if not, there will be tomorrows tomorrow.
And there the Son will shine again
For we look through a glass darkly and this life is but evanescence.
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Thousand
I have seen a thousand people with a thousand excuses. They scream a thousand curses at a thousand problems. Thousands of thousands doing thousands of things. But here I stand, I have seen a thousand people die, a thousand ways. I am but one of many, the last of the few. A chosen bringer, of lifeless food. A wise purveyor of empty promise. A powerful destroyer in a barren land. They call me evil. They call me good. But none of them sees the life that should. No matter what I say or do, they can not see past the outer fool. A fool that dances with merry glee. A fool that tries to be and see. Inner beast of turmoil and rage. Fighting off the lifeless stage. Bringing life and selling death. Running from the awful debt. Of past transgressions and pointless folly. I chose to see life in vivid color. And in that vision is fading light. I run in anger towards fading light, do not leave me I will not fight. In growing darkness I see no color. And again in color is no color found.
I watch as thousands pass, unaware of the awful power that I have held. To twist a world and alter minds. But I seek truth and I seek life. And they call me evil for shedding light. They call me good for killing times. They call me evil for spreading truth. The call me good for destroying the you. They beg for more, blood letting and gore. They want no part of building who you are. I watch as thousands pass me by. Self diluted in lies. Self diluted in cries. And I am the very person who they can not stand, a hunter of ignorance, a bringer of truth. So they will be, diluted in their lies, and death will come not to body, but mind. And I will weep for people who are lost. The Thousands
I watch as thousands pass, unaware of the awful power that I have held. To twist a world and alter minds. But I seek truth and I seek life. And they call me evil for shedding light. They call me good for killing times. They call me evil for spreading truth. The call me good for destroying the you. They beg for more, blood letting and gore. They want no part of building who you are. I watch as thousands pass me by. Self diluted in lies. Self diluted in cries. And I am the very person who they can not stand, a hunter of ignorance, a bringer of truth. So they will be, diluted in their lies, and death will come not to body, but mind. And I will weep for people who are lost. The Thousands
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Bad week
It has been a bad week all around. I have 2 updates pending, one of which is a very funny poem my son wrote. Stay tuned.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Frost Bite
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CRUNCH
The ice and snow crackle under my feet.
I trudge through on my journey to seek, to find.
Lost time and lost love.
The mountain looms above,
Casting it’s dark shadow
It’s condemnation for coming to this place.
I turn into the wind to go deeper.
The bite of the cold and snow goes deep
Into the deepest reaches of my soul.
Bringing regret for coming to this place.
I’ve waited too long
To come and retrieve
That which was stolen
Slowly
Stolen
And I let it slip
In arrogance
Thinking I had time to run and catch you before you slipped too far.
And here I stand at the foot of this mountain
Looking for you
The true you
Alone
Cold
Frightened
Praying that it isn’t too late
To rescue you from the demons of me
Lurking in the darkness
Stealing the warmth from your soul
One degree at a time
So I will climb to the highest precipice
Endure the strongest winds
To slay the demons and return you from this forsaken land
And back into my arms.
Or I will die racing to rescue you from this dark land
Now I set my course, through the shadows of doubt and cynicism
To climb the mountain of hurts I have given you
Scale the cliffs of hatred
I will endure this cold
This winter
Chills me to the bone
I can not remember what true feeling is anymore
Numbness has consumed me
But I trudge on
My only hope
To find the you I lost
And restore it
Or maybe it is the me I lost
I look into your face
In mid August
As the winter in your eyes chills me to the soul.
I feel everything dieing around me
And I cry out to God to save me
From everything I have become
And everything I have made you
Lord forgive me
For I know not what I have done.
.
CRUNCH
The ice and snow crackle under my feet.
I trudge through on my journey to seek, to find.
Lost time and lost love.
The mountain looms above,
Casting it’s dark shadow
It’s condemnation for coming to this place.
I turn into the wind to go deeper.
The bite of the cold and snow goes deep
Into the deepest reaches of my soul.
Bringing regret for coming to this place.
I’ve waited too long
To come and retrieve
That which was stolen
Slowly
Stolen
And I let it slip
In arrogance
Thinking I had time to run and catch you before you slipped too far.
And here I stand at the foot of this mountain
Looking for you
The true you
Alone
Cold
Frightened
Praying that it isn’t too late
To rescue you from the demons of me
Lurking in the darkness
Stealing the warmth from your soul
One degree at a time
So I will climb to the highest precipice
Endure the strongest winds
To slay the demons and return you from this forsaken land
And back into my arms.
Or I will die racing to rescue you from this dark land
Now I set my course, through the shadows of doubt and cynicism
To climb the mountain of hurts I have given you
Scale the cliffs of hatred
I will endure this cold
This winter
Chills me to the bone
I can not remember what true feeling is anymore
Numbness has consumed me
But I trudge on
My only hope
To find the you I lost
And restore it
Or maybe it is the me I lost
I look into your face
In mid August
As the winter in your eyes chills me to the soul.
I feel everything dieing around me
And I cry out to God to save me
From everything I have become
And everything I have made you
Lord forgive me
For I know not what I have done.
.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Roadlyness
.
Darting and running
Sun is setting
Roads stretch
Trucks wave
We are all the white lines slave
Doing its bidding
Go here
Drive there
Slower faster
Lanes end
Lanes split
Interstate
Service road
Red blue white accrue
Cops with guns
Shooting their invisible Speedo rays
Ignoring the dieing and crying
To eat their donuts, issuing their mindless tickets to the innocent and normal
Trucks moving as a swift heard of Caribou
Leaving their trail of tire excrement to mark the road as theirs.
See rock city?
See ruby falls?
Crystal’s 20 burgers for $2
LET’S EAT!
.
Darting and running
Sun is setting
Roads stretch
Trucks wave
We are all the white lines slave
Doing its bidding
Go here
Drive there
Slower faster
Lanes end
Lanes split
Interstate
Service road
Red blue white accrue
Cops with guns
Shooting their invisible Speedo rays
Ignoring the dieing and crying
To eat their donuts, issuing their mindless tickets to the innocent and normal
Trucks moving as a swift heard of Caribou
Leaving their trail of tire excrement to mark the road as theirs.
See rock city?
See ruby falls?
Crystal’s 20 burgers for $2
LET’S EAT!
.
Monday, April 5, 2010
OxyMORON
.
I stand in plain sight, well hidden in neon lights
Blending into the black background with a Technicolor glow
They see what I wish for them
And think they all understand
The person inside of me
The man that I am
The beast that lives inside of me
The evil genius of my lab
Is cloaked in misery
And makes up the jester that pays the tab
I scream out in agony
And the laughter just roars
Building up the rage in me
Till it blows off the doors
The monster that is me
Glows prideful at their misery
If only they knew, they would all just flee
I want to help and be accepted
But my acceptance isn’t me
I see their weakness
And fight to not destroy
I see their laughter and think that I gave them joy……….sort of
I play the fool to hide the monster and hide the monster to be accepted as the fool.
An aimless genius, a full moon in a starless sky.
Dim and focused
.
I stand in plain sight, well hidden in neon lights
Blending into the black background with a Technicolor glow
They see what I wish for them
And think they all understand
The person inside of me
The man that I am
The beast that lives inside of me
The evil genius of my lab
Is cloaked in misery
And makes up the jester that pays the tab
I scream out in agony
And the laughter just roars
Building up the rage in me
Till it blows off the doors
The monster that is me
Glows prideful at their misery
If only they knew, they would all just flee
I want to help and be accepted
But my acceptance isn’t me
I see their weakness
And fight to not destroy
I see their laughter and think that I gave them joy……….sort of
I play the fool to hide the monster and hide the monster to be accepted as the fool.
An aimless genius, a full moon in a starless sky.
Dim and focused
.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Lord, Liar, or Lunatic
.
I was talking to someone the other day and we got on the topic of religion. He spontaneously decided to enlighten me on his socioeconomic view of the importance of Jesus and what he feels is the way to look at it. This person closed his directionless and merit less synopsis with the following statement: “Jesus was a good man”. While this statement can be true at first glance it encompasses so much that the statement is false once you dig into it. I propose that Jesus has to be one of three very different people. He is either who he said he is, Lord of Lords. He was not who he said he was and was just trying to pull a fast one using some ancient prophecy and slick PR, a liar. Or he was a certifiable nut job who actually thought he was who he said he was and just happened to be in the right place at the right time, a lunatic.
If he was who he said he was then “good man” does not really cover it. We are talking about a man who routinely insulted the leadership of his day. This same man opened a industrial strength can on a group of merchants selling goods in front of the temple. I have the burning feeling that if I did those things I would not be called a “Good Man”. The police report would probably call me the perpetrator. But if Jesus was God in man form those actions become logical and proactive to helping people see the truth. Even if that is true I doubt that the people in attendance to those events were describing him as “Good”. Messiah or Wacko would better summarize the comments being made.
Jesus being just a man makes him a violent, critical, and crazy liar. Not good by anyone’s standards. Having said that lets define “good”. For the social definition that is implied we have to go with the following definition.
Good: Adj. Well-behaved; obedient
The Jesus of the Bible was not well behaved.
In his ministry time he: Destroyed an entire herd of pigs, Kicked over tables and merchants in front of the social center of the town, Worked on the Sabbath (Big NO NO), defied the laws of physics and chemistry, and claimed to be a deity. Well behaved? If you follow the Bible he was holy and obedient to his mission but that obedience demanded that he not behave in the definition of society. I close by asking was Jesus a good man? NO! He was Lord, Liar, or Lunatic, It is ultimately up to each man in his heart to decide which one.
.
I was talking to someone the other day and we got on the topic of religion. He spontaneously decided to enlighten me on his socioeconomic view of the importance of Jesus and what he feels is the way to look at it. This person closed his directionless and merit less synopsis with the following statement: “Jesus was a good man”. While this statement can be true at first glance it encompasses so much that the statement is false once you dig into it. I propose that Jesus has to be one of three very different people. He is either who he said he is, Lord of Lords. He was not who he said he was and was just trying to pull a fast one using some ancient prophecy and slick PR, a liar. Or he was a certifiable nut job who actually thought he was who he said he was and just happened to be in the right place at the right time, a lunatic.
If he was who he said he was then “good man” does not really cover it. We are talking about a man who routinely insulted the leadership of his day. This same man opened a industrial strength can on a group of merchants selling goods in front of the temple. I have the burning feeling that if I did those things I would not be called a “Good Man”. The police report would probably call me the perpetrator. But if Jesus was God in man form those actions become logical and proactive to helping people see the truth. Even if that is true I doubt that the people in attendance to those events were describing him as “Good”. Messiah or Wacko would better summarize the comments being made.
Jesus being just a man makes him a violent, critical, and crazy liar. Not good by anyone’s standards. Having said that lets define “good”. For the social definition that is implied we have to go with the following definition.
Good: Adj. Well-behaved; obedient
The Jesus of the Bible was not well behaved.
In his ministry time he: Destroyed an entire herd of pigs, Kicked over tables and merchants in front of the social center of the town, Worked on the Sabbath (Big NO NO), defied the laws of physics and chemistry, and claimed to be a deity. Well behaved? If you follow the Bible he was holy and obedient to his mission but that obedience demanded that he not behave in the definition of society. I close by asking was Jesus a good man? NO! He was Lord, Liar, or Lunatic, It is ultimately up to each man in his heart to decide which one.
.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Hidden
.
I have hidden all that I was
For years so many
Fearing that I would be hated
As it always was
And in hiding
I perpetuated the hate
So now I hide the perpetuation
A hidden secret in hiding
And in this too was the hate perpetuated
So now I am well hidden
So far from all human contact
Unable to get back through the labyrinth of secrets and hiding
Lying to hide
Hiding to lie
A child was formed into a killer of men
And a man was killed by the child within
One to give
One to take
One to lead them
One to feed upon them.
I long for life and bring down destruction
Ringing the bells,
Signaling the war
Peace will come
In due time
And my soul will rest
Knowing that all will be well
All will be well
So now we assault
The lies and the hidden
To free the trapped
Of their own ignorance
And some day, some way
The freed will be me.
.
I have hidden all that I was
For years so many
Fearing that I would be hated
As it always was
And in hiding
I perpetuated the hate
So now I hide the perpetuation
A hidden secret in hiding
And in this too was the hate perpetuated
So now I am well hidden
So far from all human contact
Unable to get back through the labyrinth of secrets and hiding
Lying to hide
Hiding to lie
A child was formed into a killer of men
And a man was killed by the child within
One to give
One to take
One to lead them
One to feed upon them.
I long for life and bring down destruction
Ringing the bells,
Signaling the war
Peace will come
In due time
And my soul will rest
Knowing that all will be well
All will be well
So now we assault
The lies and the hidden
To free the trapped
Of their own ignorance
And some day, some way
The freed will be me.
.
Monday, March 22, 2010
MEMO: IT PICNIC Errors
Dork Corp. Employees,
In recent weeks I. T. has encountered a number of PICNIC issues on several PCs in our offices. This can be caused by the rapid discharge of the Flux Capacitor with the usage of a Dither Rod Channel Flextor. It is important that no one crosses the Flux Capacitor main leads with a Dither Rod Channel Flextor, this would cause an ID10T error. ID10T Errors can only be cleared by beating the user who caused it amongst the head and neck repeatedly with a heavy object. I. T. has tried clearing the error by glaring, insulting, and mildly flogging the user but only a honest beating with a heavy object resulting in head trauma clears the error.
Other PICNIC errors we have seen include breakage of the coffee cup holder (It is only designed for Decaf), Depletion of the screen toner (Pressing the Power Button will replenish the Screen Toner), Evaporating printer paper (I. T. Supplies you with extra paper to account for the natural evaporation rate of paper), and Data Reactor System failure to start with telekinetic prompting (All PCs have a button labeled POWER as an emergency back up in the case of this type of failure).
PICNIC (Problem in Chair, Not in Computer) errors are descendants of the old DOS user error issues. The quickest way to solve them is still using the tried and true method as suggested by DOS:
User Error, Replace User
Thank You,
Darth Grim DoomBringer,
Destroyer of Worlds, Shearer of Sheep, IT Warlock and Level 80 Mage
In recent weeks I. T. has encountered a number of PICNIC issues on several PCs in our offices. This can be caused by the rapid discharge of the Flux Capacitor with the usage of a Dither Rod Channel Flextor. It is important that no one crosses the Flux Capacitor main leads with a Dither Rod Channel Flextor, this would cause an ID10T error. ID10T Errors can only be cleared by beating the user who caused it amongst the head and neck repeatedly with a heavy object. I. T. has tried clearing the error by glaring, insulting, and mildly flogging the user but only a honest beating with a heavy object resulting in head trauma clears the error.
Other PICNIC errors we have seen include breakage of the coffee cup holder (It is only designed for Decaf), Depletion of the screen toner (Pressing the Power Button will replenish the Screen Toner), Evaporating printer paper (I. T. Supplies you with extra paper to account for the natural evaporation rate of paper), and Data Reactor System failure to start with telekinetic prompting (All PCs have a button labeled POWER as an emergency back up in the case of this type of failure).
PICNIC (Problem in Chair, Not in Computer) errors are descendants of the old DOS user error issues. The quickest way to solve them is still using the tried and true method as suggested by DOS:
User Error, Replace User
Thank You,
Darth Grim DoomBringer,
Destroyer of Worlds, Shearer of Sheep, IT Warlock and Level 80 Mage
Friday, March 19, 2010
MEMO: I. T. Staffing
.
Dork Corp. Employees,
It has come to management’s attention that the email systems have been perceived as unreliable. This is untrue. This is simply a cost cutting measure implemented by Mr. Darth G. DoomBringer, VP of IT. By reducing the utilization of email we can save Dork Corp. $.25 a month. Over the course of centuries we will have saved several hundred dollars in operating expenses.
As with the Personsoft Project, Information Technology will be tripling the staff in order to implement this new methodology. It is important to remember that you have to spend money to save money. Personsoft is a prime example of this in action. Dork Corp. is saving thousands of dollars a month with Personsoft while only spending twice that savings on the extra needed IT staffing required to support the system.
In a further cost cutting measure by management, all local IT staff will be terminated using the Rapid Termination Method utilized last year. It is unfortunate that most of the IT staff has been found competent, As a direct order from the VP of IT was issued last week stating that competence will not be tolerated. All IT terminated staff will be replaced but they will be screened to insure complete ineptitude.
It is Dork Corp. Managements deepest wishes that you enjoy your improved, incompetent IT Dept.
Bill L. Zebub,
Slayer of Worlds, Kicker of Kitties, Punter of Poodles,
HR Overlord
.
Dork Corp. Employees,
It has come to management’s attention that the email systems have been perceived as unreliable. This is untrue. This is simply a cost cutting measure implemented by Mr. Darth G. DoomBringer, VP of IT. By reducing the utilization of email we can save Dork Corp. $.25 a month. Over the course of centuries we will have saved several hundred dollars in operating expenses.
As with the Personsoft Project, Information Technology will be tripling the staff in order to implement this new methodology. It is important to remember that you have to spend money to save money. Personsoft is a prime example of this in action. Dork Corp. is saving thousands of dollars a month with Personsoft while only spending twice that savings on the extra needed IT staffing required to support the system.
In a further cost cutting measure by management, all local IT staff will be terminated using the Rapid Termination Method utilized last year. It is unfortunate that most of the IT staff has been found competent, As a direct order from the VP of IT was issued last week stating that competence will not be tolerated. All IT terminated staff will be replaced but they will be screened to insure complete ineptitude.
It is Dork Corp. Managements deepest wishes that you enjoy your improved, incompetent IT Dept.
Bill L. Zebub,
Slayer of Worlds, Kicker of Kitties, Punter of Poodles,
HR Overlord
.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wallowed Paine of Self Disgust
.
Wallowed Paine of self disgust
Smell of pain
Life of dust
Looking forward seeing back
Nothing more than dauntless lack
And there he stands
Whole as I’m not
Offering life
For free, for naught
Selfish pride
Holding me
Flames of hell consuming me
Destroying life
Why not do I flee?
There he stands
Offering life
All for free, my biggest fan
Fierce battle wages on
The mind of Christ
To put it on
The foolish dance
I do all day
Who is the piper
That I must pay?
I give it all
To him who died
That I may live
And not be fried.
For him who rose
And brought new life
For him who rose
And saved my life.
.
Wallowed Paine of self disgust
Smell of pain
Life of dust
Looking forward seeing back
Nothing more than dauntless lack
And there he stands
Whole as I’m not
Offering life
For free, for naught
Selfish pride
Holding me
Flames of hell consuming me
Destroying life
Why not do I flee?
There he stands
Offering life
All for free, my biggest fan
Fierce battle wages on
The mind of Christ
To put it on
The foolish dance
I do all day
Who is the piper
That I must pay?
I give it all
To him who died
That I may live
And not be fried.
For him who rose
And brought new life
For him who rose
And saved my life.
.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sea of forgedaboutit
I sit
And I listen
To mindless raves
And thoughtless comment
I make my point
Which is none effect
I explain the day
Their eyes just glaze
I wish for wisdom
They wish for pudding
I say here it is
They say no, there it was
I explain and wait and fill with anger
They say I should not be evil
I pray for God to deliver me from stupid
They pray for God to deliver them some mail
I had compassion and care for their lives
But man o man they are as to and of cattle
They run off a cliff
Mindless and confused
And they want me to join they in there self-righteous suicide of stupid
NO
GO AWAY
And I listen
To mindless raves
And thoughtless comment
I make my point
Which is none effect
I explain the day
Their eyes just glaze
I wish for wisdom
They wish for pudding
I say here it is
They say no, there it was
I explain and wait and fill with anger
They say I should not be evil
I pray for God to deliver me from stupid
They pray for God to deliver them some mail
I had compassion and care for their lives
But man o man they are as to and of cattle
They run off a cliff
Mindless and confused
And they want me to join they in there self-righteous suicide of stupid
NO
GO AWAY
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Hot Button Topic: The Political Stand of Thinking People
Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Tea Party, Conservative, Liberal, Progressive, Regressive, Socialist, Communist. Moderate, Extremist, Disestablishmentarianism, Right, Left, Fanatic, Apathetic, American?
The seeds of another American Civil War are among us. The lines are drawn, the sides set. On one side you have the Absolutists Demonizers who see every action of the other side as an evil attempt to destroy every living human on the planet. On the other, the Progressive Egocentrics who view any deviation from their desires to be a narrow minded obstruction from simple minded idiots. The sad truth is that these two camps fall into the same category, Blind Fanaticism.
"A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject" Winston Churchill
George Santayana defines fanaticism as "redoubling your effort when you have forgotten your aim"
The church has had a long storied history of Blind, or half-blind, Fanaticism. “Let’s bring those heathens the Gospel, and if they don’t accept it we will slaughter them all” The Crusades. “Those Abortion Clinics are killing millions of babies. We have to protect the sanctity of life and kill the doctors who are performing abortions”. This is just one group on one side of the fanatic farm. The other side of the fanatic coin has equally incomprehensible logic. “All Americans have the right to free speech, we need to make the Christians stop speaking” “Everyone has the right to believe how they wish and no ones belief is more valuable than anyone else’s, That is why Christianity needs to be illegal” I actually had someone use the last one on me in a conversation. Blind Fanaticism is the enemy of modern society. It drives us to the illogical in the attempt to do the incomprehensible. The scariest part is that the extreem fringes of the fanatics are willing to die for their unqualified opinions. They have no basis in truth or the truth they once had is now twisted to serve their purpose.
“Since they thought it foolish to acknowledge God, he abandoned them to their foolish thinking and let them do things that should never be done.” Romans 1:28 NLT
We, as thinking people need to sit down and consider our words and actions. Are we doing and saying what we think is best for our families, country, or state? Or is it that we are parroting the hate filled rhetoric of a few talking heads. Do we honestly believe that an entire political party wants to eradicate Christianity? Force Religion down unwilling people’s throats? Destroy our economy? Let the poor go hungry and die? And the list goes on for miles. We have two sides of the same fanatic coin screaming accusations at each other and we get sucked into their little war of little minds.
The problem with our current political system is that those people who deserve to be in power, by nature of character and competence, do not want it and those who want it, by the fact that they want it, do not deserve it. We, as Americans are left with the second string talent our society has to offer (By optimistic calculations, in reality they are probably the 3rd string for the Jr. Varsity team). The only way to fix it is for a large group of good men, and women, to stand up and sacrifice their time and effort to go and be Senators, Congressmen, and Presidents. People who do not want the power but would do the right thing with it and cannot stand by idly while evil flourishes. People like our founding fathers.
Excuse me while I pick my soapbox up and return to the actual point of this little diatribe. What should our political stand be as thinking people? The short answer is: Your moral core. What do you hold dear? Sanctity of life? Freedom of speech? Strong economy? No person can tell you what this is but you have to sit down and figure out what you believe and want. Then you need to figure which beliefs are nonnegotiable and which are flexible. Next find a candidate who has a track record of supporting as many of those beliefs. Notice, I made no mention of party or what the candidate says he supports. We need to be looking for the best person for the job. Parties change, candidates switch parties, people stop wearing this horrendous white wigs and life goes on. All the while politicians say what you want to hear and then vote THEIR core values. A persons History is a good indicator to their future. Look up your candidates track record. This includes their personal life that has overflowed into the public arena. People who have trouble that big are hiding things that are larger than what you can see. Do we really want more drama in our offices of power? Issues must drive our choices not political treachery and mindless party line holding.
By finding and voting our core values we can, as Americans, change the very fabric of our political system to one of integrity and sacrifice instead of the greed centered horde mentality that now prevails. We must relegate the hateful rhetoric to the ignored fringe that they should have always been and restore the meaningful dialog that was lost many decades ago. By doing this we will silence the drums of war that we all hear and replace them with the call to diplomacy. It is my opinion that the majority of both sides are good people who wish for a better world for their children. The only way for thinking people to reach that goal is for us to incrementally work our way back of this cliff to a place where we once again stand as a UNITED America.
If we won’t do it, who will?
The seeds of another American Civil War are among us. The lines are drawn, the sides set. On one side you have the Absolutists Demonizers who see every action of the other side as an evil attempt to destroy every living human on the planet. On the other, the Progressive Egocentrics who view any deviation from their desires to be a narrow minded obstruction from simple minded idiots. The sad truth is that these two camps fall into the same category, Blind Fanaticism.
"A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject" Winston Churchill
George Santayana defines fanaticism as "redoubling your effort when you have forgotten your aim"
The church has had a long storied history of Blind, or half-blind, Fanaticism. “Let’s bring those heathens the Gospel, and if they don’t accept it we will slaughter them all” The Crusades. “Those Abortion Clinics are killing millions of babies. We have to protect the sanctity of life and kill the doctors who are performing abortions”. This is just one group on one side of the fanatic farm. The other side of the fanatic coin has equally incomprehensible logic. “All Americans have the right to free speech, we need to make the Christians stop speaking” “Everyone has the right to believe how they wish and no ones belief is more valuable than anyone else’s, That is why Christianity needs to be illegal” I actually had someone use the last one on me in a conversation. Blind Fanaticism is the enemy of modern society. It drives us to the illogical in the attempt to do the incomprehensible. The scariest part is that the extreem fringes of the fanatics are willing to die for their unqualified opinions. They have no basis in truth or the truth they once had is now twisted to serve their purpose.
“Since they thought it foolish to acknowledge God, he abandoned them to their foolish thinking and let them do things that should never be done.” Romans 1:28 NLT
We, as thinking people need to sit down and consider our words and actions. Are we doing and saying what we think is best for our families, country, or state? Or is it that we are parroting the hate filled rhetoric of a few talking heads. Do we honestly believe that an entire political party wants to eradicate Christianity? Force Religion down unwilling people’s throats? Destroy our economy? Let the poor go hungry and die? And the list goes on for miles. We have two sides of the same fanatic coin screaming accusations at each other and we get sucked into their little war of little minds.
The problem with our current political system is that those people who deserve to be in power, by nature of character and competence, do not want it and those who want it, by the fact that they want it, do not deserve it. We, as Americans are left with the second string talent our society has to offer (By optimistic calculations, in reality they are probably the 3rd string for the Jr. Varsity team). The only way to fix it is for a large group of good men, and women, to stand up and sacrifice their time and effort to go and be Senators, Congressmen, and Presidents. People who do not want the power but would do the right thing with it and cannot stand by idly while evil flourishes. People like our founding fathers.
Excuse me while I pick my soapbox up and return to the actual point of this little diatribe. What should our political stand be as thinking people? The short answer is: Your moral core. What do you hold dear? Sanctity of life? Freedom of speech? Strong economy? No person can tell you what this is but you have to sit down and figure out what you believe and want. Then you need to figure which beliefs are nonnegotiable and which are flexible. Next find a candidate who has a track record of supporting as many of those beliefs. Notice, I made no mention of party or what the candidate says he supports. We need to be looking for the best person for the job. Parties change, candidates switch parties, people stop wearing this horrendous white wigs and life goes on. All the while politicians say what you want to hear and then vote THEIR core values. A persons History is a good indicator to their future. Look up your candidates track record. This includes their personal life that has overflowed into the public arena. People who have trouble that big are hiding things that are larger than what you can see. Do we really want more drama in our offices of power? Issues must drive our choices not political treachery and mindless party line holding.
By finding and voting our core values we can, as Americans, change the very fabric of our political system to one of integrity and sacrifice instead of the greed centered horde mentality that now prevails. We must relegate the hateful rhetoric to the ignored fringe that they should have always been and restore the meaningful dialog that was lost many decades ago. By doing this we will silence the drums of war that we all hear and replace them with the call to diplomacy. It is my opinion that the majority of both sides are good people who wish for a better world for their children. The only way for thinking people to reach that goal is for us to incrementally work our way back of this cliff to a place where we once again stand as a UNITED America.
If we won’t do it, who will?
Friday, March 12, 2010
Memo: Workforce Reduction
Attention Employees,
Due to the current economic climate we are forced to reduce the work force by 20%. Furthermore, due to monetary restrictions put in place by Corporate we will be unable to do the full termination process. All employees who are under 5’ 4" in height and those over the weight of 250 Lbs are asked to report to the diving tank at noon for Rapid Termination. You will find cement blocks and rope at the foot of the staircase and are asked to grab one of each and continue up the stairs until you reach an HR rep who will tie it around your neck and push you in the tank.
Thank You for Your Loyal Service,
Bill L. Zebub,
Lord of Destruction, Puncher of Lamas, Reducer of Work Forces, Kicker of Kitties, SSID, HR Overlord, All around nice guy
Due to the current economic climate we are forced to reduce the work force by 20%. Furthermore, due to monetary restrictions put in place by Corporate we will be unable to do the full termination process. All employees who are under 5’ 4" in height and those over the weight of 250 Lbs are asked to report to the diving tank at noon for Rapid Termination. You will find cement blocks and rope at the foot of the staircase and are asked to grab one of each and continue up the stairs until you reach an HR rep who will tie it around your neck and push you in the tank.
Thank You for Your Loyal Service,
Bill L. Zebub,
Lord of Destruction, Puncher of Lamas, Reducer of Work Forces, Kicker of Kitties, SSID, HR Overlord, All around nice guy
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Memo: Apocolypse
Attention Employees,
The Apocalypse is scheduled to begin at 10 am sharp. We would like to remind everyone that at 9:55 am you should put your head between your legs and kiss your butt goodbye. Failure to do so could result in decapitation or data loss. Milk and cookies will be served at the gates of Hell. For those going to heaven, get your own freakin' cookies. Atheist can grab a bag of cookies before the apocalypse by stopping at HR before 9:30. We are unsure about giving Agnostics cookies as they may or may not be getting cookies later.
Thank You for your patience. We hope to return to normality by 3:00 PM.
Bill L Zebub,
Bringer of Doom, Kicker of Kitties, HR Lord
The Apocalypse is scheduled to begin at 10 am sharp. We would like to remind everyone that at 9:55 am you should put your head between your legs and kiss your butt goodbye. Failure to do so could result in decapitation or data loss. Milk and cookies will be served at the gates of Hell. For those going to heaven, get your own freakin' cookies. Atheist can grab a bag of cookies before the apocalypse by stopping at HR before 9:30. We are unsure about giving Agnostics cookies as they may or may not be getting cookies later.
Thank You for your patience. We hope to return to normality by 3:00 PM.
Bill L Zebub,
Bringer of Doom, Kicker of Kitties, HR Lord
Cold Killer
A poison that kills
With no remorse
It destroys all that stands
And mocks you as it passes by
In horror you watch
As your house of cards
Does come crumbling down
Revealing for all to see
The weakness of your master design
It kills your hopes
Your dreams
Your reality
It rips and rents you
Shredding
Tearing
Murderous rage in its lone eye
Bloodlust consuming it
It is the most feared beast in all the world
The most lethal venom dripping off its glistening fangs
Truth is its name
And a world of pain is the reward for your lies
With no remorse
It destroys all that stands
And mocks you as it passes by
In horror you watch
As your house of cards
Does come crumbling down
Revealing for all to see
The weakness of your master design
It kills your hopes
Your dreams
Your reality
It rips and rents you
Shredding
Tearing
Murderous rage in its lone eye
Bloodlust consuming it
It is the most feared beast in all the world
The most lethal venom dripping off its glistening fangs
Truth is its name
And a world of pain is the reward for your lies
A SALUTATION FROM THE DORK LORD
Greetings and welcome to the dork side of the farce. I must take this time to warn those of weak jocular fortitude and those of weak mind that this site could cause side effects ranging from “Grumpy Pants” disease to cerebral implosion. Even though someone with “Grumpy Pants” disease witnessing a cerebral implosion will increase their jocular fortitude it has been known to cause spontaneous combustion. As for those people who wish to expand their minds and spirits we welcome you to continue. I am pleased that you have chosen this path and request that you keep me apprized of the content you like and the content you feel could be improved. I, the dork lord, will be sharing some of my writings and stories as well as opinions. I am always looking for ideas so all suggestions are wanted and some will be appreciated.
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