Thursday, March 5, 2009

   Death (in sense is a exit.)
To all those that had known my son. He had died in a terrible car accident. He was going 110mph and lost control of the car. The car flipped nine times.

































Bet i had ya going didnt i? Nothing really happened just having fun.
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Dead Wing
Just one Question one very good question.
Why do we always hate what we should love most?
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

   Matrix?
You have life. Or you have something that you think is life, but you are unsure of what to do with it. You have what is called self awareness, intelligence. So on down that lane. You meet people and see them for who they are, they dissapear as fast as you met them. You sleep and wake up the following day, re see poeple and repeat. You understand everything in your world around you. It has a cause and effect. Well i ask you this. Do you understand your world because you make your world? What i mean is how do you know the people around you are real? not a fake thing that your mind plays tricks on you with. How do you know every person around is real and when you ask them they say yes because your mind is them. They are your mind talking to you. So its like having a convosation with your self 6.6 billion times a day. What if your entire world was made up by you and death was actually the wake up call from the dream? Thats my question. How do you know the world is real, but if you make it up its real to you? is it not?

Emerge - Fischerspooner
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

   Fast Slow
Life is a one time deal. With thousands and thousands of experiences to come. The good, the bad and the worse. There are few great, few good and few happy. To live life slow or fast? thats a question everyone ask. To live life at full speed and enjoy every second of it with no regrets and suck up all the happyness and joy and ride it out, but to end just as fast as you enjoyed it. Or to live slow, shy of life scared to expand your wings hiding, protecting, seeking shelter from the fury of the strom, and live for a long time like that. Which is worth it? to hide? Or to stand with the courage and might of a thousand souls before and which the world could not possible see?. . . Spartans lived life fast and harsh always willing to die always willing to stop, drop and die for the cause. They lived with no regrets happy and proud. And i as a American, German, Polish, Irish Man i stand ready to drop and die for the cause.
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Sunday, February 15, 2009

   Total war
War is worth dedication. The battle is worth the life. That is...if you believe in the cause. If you think the war is just to continue on wards. Total war is the complete devotion of all resources that a nation has in a battle. Human, material, finical. Everything is spent to turn the battle into the nations favor because the nation needs to live because they believe that in what is right. Well i my self am not a nation, but i do have belifes. My belife is that all things in the world that i like or care about. That i bother to listen to and love are worth my total effort to keep on going with. To continue every ounce of effort i have to keep running. To poor every bullet into my gun. Poor all my water into my cantiean. Get all my fibers into my trench coat. To get everything i got into one glorious battle. That is what i am that is how i am. That is why i m the juggernaught. That is why the world around me says i m amazing. The world is the same to everyone, the world is a level playing feild, your will to carve into theses lands and make a name that will be remembered for years to come that is what is different.
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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Questions
Have you ever felt pinnined in life? in a maze that you couldnt escape? something that you had to do was go start to fin as a day process and repeat the same course for everyday of your life? what stops you from not doing that? what stops you from just sitting and looking around exploring all the routes. What stops us the people of the world around us from doing something completely awesome? the answer to that is in the mirror. Hold back? i think not.

Imaginary - Evanescence
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

   Revisitised
falling towards the ground. Face smashing into the dirt. Blood streaming out of my mouth and nose. Smashing a fist into the ground i rose up. Hunched over coughing blood. My wings cut and bleeding. They tucked back as the glob of blood flew out of my throat. A small river of blood rid down my chin into the dirt. The sound of foot steps came from behind. "You angels never understand do you?". The sound of fire in the wind grew louder. Standing up cluching my ribbs i turned to face the demon. His horns where hell bent back along his skull. His sword aflame with blood red skin. His armor shined black and sliver. I smirked "Understanding? coming such a beast is irony at its best." The foot steps grew heavier. "You truely do know how to anger me pidgen" the demon growled rasing his firey blood stained sword. Rasing my fists I smirked and spit some blood on the floor. The firey sword swung at me. I ducked limply. The flame grazed my hair singing it. I threw a upper cut into the deamons jaw. It startled back. I took advantage of the moment and ran kicking the beast in the stomach. It keild over in pain. Fallowing a second later my fist came smashing down into the demons face. It flew face into the ground. Its sword went flying to the side. "not bad" i said as i coughed up some blood. The demon merely stood back up as it hadent been hit. Your good faith cant win. The demon grabbed my face and smashed me into the ground. Its fist pummbled into my stomach. Blood flew up in glomps into the plam of the demons hand. swinging my foot toawrds my head i kicked the demon off of me... (to be continued.)

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Monday, February 9, 2009

Front war
Frontal War: Can you let your self walk your own path un effected by others? Can you hear the words of a ass hole and not care? Can you enjoy what you like in life? To like something in life is taking care about that something in life and caring for it. It is near impossible to care about anything at a glance. Caring is not sharing, thats being kind, Caring is not taking a moment out of your life for another, that is being kind. Being kind is not only caring, but sharing and pausing. Listening and nodding. The Hero is a armored warrior, fit and strong, but he to is a clumsy person. Can step other peoples toes. He will say he is sorry, but no body will listen and when they step on his toes. He stays quite unwanting bad thoughts. He endures the pain from the boot for the person next to him to be comfy. He does not care for his own displeasure, He does not want to hear of ones emotional trama in life because he suffers worse compaired to those around. The Hero is most nobel and most burdened. What happens when the hero just decides to give up. Stop hear the self pity and wallow. The grife that you have to wake up and do something the following day. What if the hero doesnt want to help you in your day to make it easyier. There is not reason why he should or should.
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Sunday, February 8, 2009

Assholes
Ass holes: A word used to depic someone for un kind actions.
People state that everyone is a ass hole because everyone is self indulgengent un aware peices of shit cause all they care about is themselves. Is it not true tho to say that the person who called you a ass hole, being a ass hole to. Because a person doesnt take interest in a others problems, or says they are insignificant because in life, you can choose your deamons and your angels. You can not let seomthing effect you or drive you into the ground like a lightning strike. To say someone is being a ass hole to you is to let some one bother you.

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Thursday, February 5, 2009

Something
A speech of love you need to read. Who do you decide is worth your life. Who do you pick that is worth losing the entire journy in store for you. Who is it that you say that your entire life is worth losing over someone. How do you pick, you say love. Love is a word with a bold and wide meaning. It is a word with no discription that can define how you feel. It is a label a cover, a title to the story that feel. Because you feel 100's of emotions for a person. You trade your life because you feel hole some and complete with the story you had with that person. You end your story with them hoping that will continue the story on there own. No story though is ment to be ended alone. This is what love is. A bond between two people that becomes unbreakable.

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