Bit Torment

Becareful

2011-03-21T21:16:00.000-05:00

Be careful the lies you tell.
Someone may hear them and decide to make them true.
In fullfilling your worst nightmares, make you a truthsayer when all you wanted was to tell the lies.
Bound up in the spotlight but never free to heal your wounds.
Getting all you wanted but not what you needed.
Be careful the lies you tell.
You may hear them and decide they are truth.

Reality

2011-02-24T22:51:00.000-06:00

What is, is.
What isn't, isn't.
Your beliefs bear no effect on either.
What is real will always be and that which we see rarely is real.
Precieved reality is the greatest liar ever to be and for the few that see reality as it is, that fleeting glimpse, they are ever changed and can not suffer the egocentric dance of self-delusion.

What I learned from my father

2011-02-17T16:08:00.000-06:00

Here is a nugget I found from the past. It was written a few years ago and is unfininshed but I felt I should post the original up as it stands on it's own with out the closing. Enjoy!
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At the age of eleven I started working summers with my father. Mostly I scrubbed mats, tires and washed cars but it was work and I was paid for it like any other laborer. It was the worst of times in South Louisiana and this was the bottom for the economy. That environment would shape who I would become decades later but more so It would shape the man my father would become to me. Every morning my father woke up very early, made his coffee and sat down to read his bible and promise book then pray. One morning I awoke to hear his low crying, something was different. His prayer that day will always stick with me: “Lord, If I am going down, I’m going down on your word”. I was never the same after that day. God did arrive, at the last second in a way no one would have dreamt. A phone call from my Uncle, His brother, with the long term answer to his problem. I do not have a problem with believing God can rescue me. I have seen first hand what God can do and My father was willing to hold on when all seemed lost. It took many years to dig his way out but God is faithful and the family made it.

Lesson 1: Never let go of God, ever.

Around the age of 12 to 13 I had my loss of mental cohesion phase, AKA Stupid. I got into trouble twice in a few month period and my father dealt with it differently the second time than he did the first time. For six months I managed to weave a story of why I never had homework. It was a good story, very believable. All lies. The most important rule of lying is to never let the people you are lying about ever speak to the people who you are lying to. This is Paramount, failure to do this will result in pain. Trust me on this one. My teacher, tired of me never having my homework decided to drag me to the office and call my parents. My father picked up the phone and my life as a homework free biped with the ability to walk without a limp was over. My poor teacher tried to smooth it over but she had opened Pandora’s box and all types of evil were about to ensue amongst my rear end and anything that got in the way. I know what inmates being walked to the electric chair feel like. That was the longest walk from the bus stop of my life. There is a difference between a beating and a spanking. Spanking involves metered swats and explaining to the child what he did wrong. It is kind of like having tea with a side of stinking backside. Beatings involve the child fully knowing what they did was wrong and the wrath of Daddy is about to be poured out. More of a angel open the scroll, water turns to blood and you are praying for the rapture or death to come now. The rapture did not occur. Death did not embrace me for the fear of getting hit with that belt. THE BELT. A steel belt from a tire wrapped in leather from an ancient Brama bull that was harvested at the full moon on the 3rd day. Indestructible justice. I paid the price for my sins that day and I deserved it and more but he had to go back outside and finish working.

Lesson 2: Be careful what you plant because the harvest you get may not be what you wanted.

The second Time I got in trouble involved the Police. I knew I was not going to be found when he was done. My Mother came and got me from the Police station because I assumed he didn’t want any witnesses for this slaughter that was to be the end of my short life. I got out the car and walked towards the house but He looked up and I caught the look in his eyes. It wasn’t anger or rage. It was total disappointment. I wish he would have beat me ten times for what I did that day. He never spoke of it to me but the look in his eyes broke the stupidity off my life. I had hurt him so deeply and It had never occurred to me that I was hurting him. Deep down I still think that beating is coming. He just hasn’t found a belt with sharp enough spikes yet.

Lesson 3: There are things worse than physical pain.

These are the three principles that laid the foundation for the real lessons in my life.

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Heavy Heart

2011-02-02T12:31:00.000-06:00

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Heavy heart and bristled mind, I fear we may be short on time.

I saw the end and you were there but missed the mark with lack of care.

This warning gave I to you did twice before this world puts you on ice.

But time is still here and change you may, Before the end of this dark day.

And if you heed this cryptic lyric, there will be no need in life to fear it.

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Need to Write

2011-02-01T09:19:00.002-06:00

I guess it is time to start writing again. Cycles I guess. My latest subject has been real vs percieved reality and the dance we do between the two. We all twist reality to fit our wants. At some point the two must be rectified and when that happens it is a violent ordeal. Every action has a reaction and sometimes the reaction is delayed so that we get groups of reactions in close succesion at a later time. These are the times we feel that the world is attacking us. I call that time for me ages 5 through 36.

Mankind is a disease

2010-12-15T09:20:00.000-06:00

After the events of the last few days I have come to the conclusion that mankind needs to be erradicated. Press the button and make it all stop. I am tired of the stupidity.

Book Review: The Bride Collector

2010-11-30T08:54:00.001-06:00

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

2010-11-30T08:47:00.001-06:00

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.

Festering

2010-06-25T00:01:00.002-05:00

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.

Bitter lies (Expansion of Cold Killer)

2010-06-25T00:00:00.000-05:00

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

Comfort In a wafer

2010-05-28T16:07:00.000-05:00

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.

The Valley (Single post)

2010-05-19T16:06:00.000-05:00

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

The Recendence

2010-05-16T22:07:00.000-05:00

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.

The Intolerable

2010-05-11T19:39:00.000-05:00

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.

Railing (Valley 1)

2010-05-06T22:41:00.002-05:00

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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!

2010-05-06T22:38:00.000-05:00

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.

Not Today

2010-04-18T20:59:00.000-05:00

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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

2010-04-18T20:38:00.001-05:00

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

Bad week

2010-04-15T23:11:00.002-05:00

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.

Frost Bite

2010-04-10T23:01:00.000-05:00

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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.

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Roadlyness

2010-04-08T10:41:00.000-05:00

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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!

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OxyMORON

2010-04-05T21:07:00.002-05:00

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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

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UPDATE PENDING!

2010-04-05T11:45:00.002-05:00

I wanted to leave L, L, L up until Easter. I haven't forgotten y'all.

Lord, Liar, or Lunatic

2010-03-29T17:00:00.001-05:00

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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.

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Hidden

2010-03-25T06:20:00.000-05:00

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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.

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MEMO: IT PICNIC Errors

2010-03-22T22:12:00.000-05:00

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

MEMO: I. T. Staffing

2010-03-19T11:59:00.000-05:00

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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

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Wallowed Paine of Self Disgust

2010-03-18T14:37:00.000-05:00

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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.

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Sea of forgedaboutit

2010-03-17T09:16:00.001-05:00

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

Hot Button Topic: The Political Stand of Thinking People

2010-03-14T20:38:00.000-05:00

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?

Memo: Workforce Reduction

2010-03-12T08:45:00.000-06:00

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

Memo: Apocolypse

2010-03-11T13:52:00.000-06:00

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

Cold Killer

2010-03-11T13:10:00.001-06:00

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

A SALUTATION FROM THE DORK LORD

2010-03-11T11:56:00.000-06:00

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.