shift, redeemer shift slow still ( Read more... )

So many choices in life. Now that I know I can live. So many possibilities. So many chances for failure. For success. So much to say and so much to do. So much to leave alone and so much to pursue. So. Where do I begin ( Read more... )

Seems to me the world is going mad. Opportune as it seems, it has followed my example. Now will the world, after countless sleepless, depressing nights confess to its affliction and extend its hand for help? will it take the perscribed meds to fix itself and equeate all the people's lives that were affected? or will it die behind a dumpster ( Read more... )

What did it start with? My mother's maniacal rantings about the army wanting me in its' ranks? My insatiable thurst for violence? My fascination for war movies? Curiosity? Stupidity? God, where did i go wrong? One day i will look upon all this and realize these memories, these pictures are in fact interesting, but they are not what i want to take ( Read more... )

Tony Montana once said to his buddy (insert name here ______ cuz i fucken forgot meng): "In dis country you gotta get da money before you get da woman, dis way ju git da power." or something along those lines. I have relentlesly and against better judgement tried to do the exact opposite and always wondered what the fuck i was doing wrong. Money= ( Read more... )

The voice that is the world, forever yelling at me at full volume died down to a low whisper. Then nothing. Noone calls. I call barely anyone. Are they dissapointed in me? Was i just forgotten? Their daily lives have no room in them for me? No matter. So life. This...life. What else has it to offer than the current? Curiosity used to keep me ( Read more... )

i had these dreams. where my life was right. without infidelity and injustice. without strife and inconsideration. it was perfect. complete with this fine red head. someone totally different. void of the old. indecrepid. whatever that meaning or credibility that holds.

survive a fucking war just to get fucked in the end. i hope god has something better planned for me than 6 months in the a cell somewhere. shit. no vacation. no car. a felony charge and a whole lot of headache. when will this shit end?

sometimes i have enough wrath to make this world an apocolyptic ruin. i hope i never go to that place.

My birthday. Spent on a turret of some humvee that exploded and got regurgitatemeated into our convoy. I did the math. The horrible horrible math and came to the conclusion that i spent 27 days in total sitting on a 2 1/2 inch nylon cable staring at the iraqi scenery passing by me at about 50 mph with a machinegun that fires explosive shells with a ( Read more... )

Im a sexy bitch. Here's proof
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