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poems that I wrote	[Apr. 30th, 2006\|11:11 pm]
People without government are unstable. Government without people aren't able. Sometimes they think they know best. But what about the rest. Rules are in place. Ones the government should embrace. But what about the population Should rules bring exultation? And if they are ignored Are enforcers bored? How else can democracy be had? Is mere anarchy that bad? Human nature enters all Anarchists have a ball Order is gone Which evil would be worse living through anarchy as if under a curse, or have government as a burden Either way nothing's certain. (Obviously its one about Government and its problems/helps) The sound flails against my mind Freezing it to a bind Never escaping to the air Always stuck below my hair My mind wars against the sound I fear I’m losing to the pound The siege will keep me here Inside the bastion of my ear Maybe the noise will subside Their swords and sabers missing wide Never more will I sit and hide I will use a shield to make them slide And hopefully the noise will subside (One I wrote about Nevervousness, or just something that happens all nervous breakdown style, happens on random occasions, the first two stanzas written when it happened the last one later) They rose, tall and strong Bushels in an unbreakable throng Their thorns were sharp as scythes Able to cut any like knives Blood fell from them like a shroud Covering them all and billowing like a cloud A garden slain and all fell The roses gone without farewell We watched them fall one by one Until at last the slaughter done Their thorns could not protect at all Even the great and mighty fall Against the shears none could stand Even the bravest in the land (This is my favorite one that I have ever written, ironically if was also the first, I love the imagery.)
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(no subject)	[Mar. 8th, 2006\|10:17 pm]
After four months here it is. This story will end up being longer I think. But oh well its the fun that counts. Forced to follow her because of the bond of blood we shared, I walked off after her leaving the bodies of a mother and her two children in the room to rot. She took me quickly through the streets turning left right taking roads that were off the beaten path it seemed, through alleys and over picket fences. All the time I saw huge buildings with architecture that astounded me, though the beauty of them was masked by the stench of burned bodies and what seemed like holes that were knocked out of the walls. After seeing building after building destroyed like that, it finally hit me even though I was still a little bit groggy, ‘I am in the middle of a warzone, without a memory. What am I doing here?’ Suddenly we came upon a small group of people, or so they looked like people, their clothes were all worn out and tattered and vaguely reminded me of homeless people on the side of a street. Jimaq stopped, bowed and kneeled in front of the person who seemed to be at the center of their group. “Hail, Lord of the Yamat, I’ve brought another to join our cause.” The figure looked at her almost dumbfounded, “You have converted another human haven’t you, Jimaq?” he said in a drawling almost pitying way. “We do not need any more converted humans in the Yamat, we need full-blooded vampires who can fight. There is no way to even declare ourselves to the Council without the proper forces to defend against an attack of that kind. You are one of those few, we do not need the vampire race to become weak because of us, do you?”
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New story for the masses

[Dec. 1st, 2005|11:18 pm]

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Hmmm..... here is my new foray into the fun stuff of writing.
This one is a vamp story, but not as shallow as that
I'm turning into a brainwashing ideaology
I mean I like the story, but im trying to instill an ideal behind it
This first part is just about him waking up with no memory and really just the begining
nothing deep or interesting yet though I like the first paragraph

Pain. Blackness. Supposed death. Dank stench. These all consumed my world as I slowly woke up. “Your name is Rasmal. You are a child of the night, and I am your master Jimaq. I will show how you will live in this new era of your life, or in this case, death.” I stirred, trying to stand up, but finding my legs ungainly as if I didn’t have very much control over them. Finally after using the wall I grasped beside me, I was able to stand and look into the face of my new master Jimaq. She was very average looking, but with a pleasant air about her, that was complemented by her small and skinny build. Shining dully on her brown hair, I could see the moon rising outside. The longer I looked at it, the more my eyes began to hurt. Glancing back at her I said the first words I ever remembered, “Where am I? Who am I? What am I?” Jimaq smiled, apparently pleased at my reaction, the way she moved and acted completely put me at ease, until I noticed a bit of smeared blood upon her hand. An urge drew up in me, I don’t know how to describe it, a need that consumed my entire body. My legs grew weaker as she moved toward me, and lifted her had toward my face. Any control I held over my body fell apart as I grasped her land and started trying to suck every last drop of blood I could get off of her.
At last my lust was fulfilled and I drew back relieved and relaxed for the first time since I had woken up. Suddenly the silence broke, “You are one of the Noble children of the night now, act like it.” Taken aback by her accusation, I stepped back from her with a small mutter of “Sorry,” which was barely audible. Beckoning me to follow her, she spoke again, “I am taking you to the vampire encampment, we are sitting in hostile enemy territory.” When she mentioned the hostile enemy, her eyes glazed over for a moment seemingly unsure whether that summation was accurate in describing them. A moderate shake of the head was all that she needed to beckon me to follow her, after completely ignoring that moment of silence.

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(no subject)	[Sep. 13th, 2005\|08:23 pm]
well for everyone who missed out on the serialization of the Greatest Story I ever Wrote. Here is the new revised version. Its much better The restaurant had been quiet for the past hour while the staff was preparing for the lunch crowd. Soon the chairs would be packed with customers eagerly awaiting their food. Our first customer was a young woman with dark brown hair, short only 5’ 5,’’ and her name was Katie. She was a regular who usually had a friend meet her there. Most of the time, the man, Zech, accompanied her in the restaurant, but other times he would come in 10 minutes later, sometimes even 30 minutes which left Katie anxious. Even though all was forgiven when he finally arrived, she seemed smitten with him, almost to the point of obsession. Every time he was late she would constantly watch the door, turning every single time that the bell announced a new customer had arrived. She seemed to be desperately hoping to see the man that the whom I also enjoyed seeing, because he left nice tips, was polite, and dressed nicely which was a nice change from the ragged crowd that usually populated the restaurant. This day the same pattern began again with the lady lifting her head and putting it down every time that someone new arrived. After almost twenty-five minutes, Zech finally appeared. I was watching her as his face came over the threshold of the door, it was bright, ecstatic, and I think her heart was overjoyed. But this expression faded as his full body came into view, her face became a mixture of pity and horror. His appearance had changed for the worse, his normal jacket was torn in many places and he was unshaven, but worse than his appearance was the expression in his eyes, full of rage, but they also seemed to have a lack of life which scared me more then the rage itself. It was a sharp contrast from the way his old eyes used to radiate a feeling of kindness and gentleness. Everyone in the restaurant, myself included, seemed scared stiff when shown this ghost of the man he once was stand before them. Only Katie felt any compassion for him. She immediately stood to run to him, but I held her back, there was no way I would let her go anywhere near him. But she turned to me with a pleading look in her eyes that made me relax my hold for the merest fraction of a second, and she pulled away lost forever to me it seemed in that moment I was powerless to help her, and off she sped to the man that was her everything. As she drew near to him, tears now blinding her eyes, the Zech’s coat moved a fraction of an inch revealing a glint of metal, which everyone but Katie saw. Right as she touched him, he swung her around and pressed the barrel of the gun, which was concealed in his belt, to her temple, his lifeless eyes now shown with a manic gleam. Her face, her beautiful face, had become horrorstruck as the barrel was pressed against her head. She made no movement to run away but stood there transfixed, her eyes glazing over as if her very being had been stolen from her. This man whom she loved so much now had a gun to her temple. It just wasn’t possible, no one whom she adored that much could have ever shown such an immense amount of anger towards anyone, especially her. ‘I have to do something; I can’t let her die…’ I told myself. So, I did the only natural thing I could, I rushed him. Looking back it wasn’t the best idea, but at the time, in my mind I was the only one who could help her. It could only be me. Ironically enough, it really only was me. As I rushed at him, he threw Katie to the ground, which only enraged me more. I grabbed his arm in an effort to thrust the gun away from decorating the floor with my remains. I was almost able to overpower him and had moved his arm enough that the gun was aimed at the ground, when my ears suddenly went deaf. The pistol had gone off and my body had exploded with pain, and looking down I realized part of my foot had gone missing. I could barely stand from the shock that coursed through my body, I suddenly when numb and collapsed on the floor, unaware of anything around me. I was lying on the ground at Zech’s feet, no, he wasn’t Zech anymore, he just had the body of Zech, he would never have done anything like this. I grasped my foot and felt pain stream through my body, a warm red liquid began to flow over my hands. As my hands began to turn red from the copious amounts of blood covering them, Kate, who had been beside me the entire time I was on the ground, leaned over trying to find out if I was ok. Suddenly brought back to reality, the pain lessened a bit and I felt myself being dug back to the back of the restaurant. A soft voice was talking it sounded urgent, but I wasn’t able to keep up with it as Zech began to yell. Suddenly, the pitying screams of my manager began to ring out through the restaurant. He had apparently called the police, though it may have saved many of the staff’s lives, it had finally dawned on the manager that it had been the last mistake of his life. I felt pity for this man, who had given me this job, when no one else had taken pity on me, but nevertheless, a gunshot rang out, the screams died, as well as my manager. No sooner than the shot stop ringing in our ears did we hear a voice coming over a megaphone, “This is the police we have you surrounded please come out with your hands raised.” Zech stopped dead in his tracks clearly not expecting to hear that the police had come so soon. He started looking around, his gaze falling on a number of terrified people. Finally settling on me, that shell of a man began to walk towards me seeking to use me as some type of bargaining tool with the police. I began to try to think of something, anything that might be able to get me out of the horror filled place. Noticing a knife lying on the ground somewhat near me, I reached only to finally realize the blood loss had caught up with me and I was barely able to move a muscle. My vision began to grow very hazy as the image of him walking toward me started to swirl around my vision and soon I slipped into the inky blackness of unconsciousness. I didn’t know how long I was out, but the next thing I knew I was jolted awake, a great pain came from every fiber of my body. It pained me so much I could barely even move, then as suddenly as it began it stopped. Cautiously I opened my eyes afraid of what had just happened. I realized I was looking myself in the eyes. Horror swept over me and I scrambled away on all fours trying to find some rational reason for what had just happened. Thoughts screamed through my head, I had no clue what was happening until finally I was able to come to a sickening conclusion. I was dead. But, why would I still be here? Isn’t there something after death? There was nothing else like me around not even my manager. What was keeping me here? I cast around my mind hoping to find some rational reason, then it came to me; there was a question burning in my mind. Why had Zech done it? As those realizations swept over me, I felt flooded by the enormity of everything that had just happened. I was barely able to control my thought process, but finally my brain was able to catch up and I turned my attention back to the restaurant. My earthly body was lying on the floor, mere feet away from my remorseless killer, which was chilling in itself, but then my gaze moved to Zech. It was almost déjà vu, Zech again had that barrel pointed at Katie’s temple, and the same feelings entered my mind, I had to help, but this time was a difference. This time I was powerless. There was nothing I could do. I could only watch. There was almost a complete silence except for the near silent whispers of Katie. I had to know what she was saying, in spite of my adoration of her, I expected her to be pleading for her life, but as I drew closer, I heard words of comfort coming from her mouth. Even with everything he had put her through, she somehow was able to still find it in her heart to forgive him and believe in him against all odds that he could still do the right thing and give himself up. Tears began flowing from Zech’s eyes. It seemed as if some wall had broken down and his old self had come back. This in itself amazed me. I had thought that all humanity had left him, that he had become a machine of destruction, not caring what happened to him or others. I was mistaken in one of the worst ways possible, judging people before I knew what drove them. The bullhorn sounded again, but I could make out no discernable words, in fact I realized that I had not actually heard one word since I had changed planes. It was more like I felt what they said, understood it in a way I had never known before. I was hearing intentions, and the spoken word was meaningless to this “battle of wills.” Suddenly the crying stopped, it seemed that he had lost control of himself again, almost as if the rage was a separate being inside of him, and raged against the kind man that he once was. In the second his other half took over, he lost all control over its savagery, and the gun fired. I willed myself forward just wanting to cradle her, let her know that someone still cared, but as I threw my arms around her she sank through me and hit the ground. It seemed as if maybe the bullet had missed her brain, because I believed I saw her lips form her last words. Maybe it was just a fantasy, a part of my mind trying to trick me that there might still be hope. But whether the words were spoken or not doesn’t halt those feelings of forgiveness and grace that radiated from her in that last second. I knew that with her last though she must have forgiven him. I couldn’t take my gaze away from her on the ground, it just wasn’t right, nothing seemed right any more. Devastation swept through me, as a sense of sorrow so profound that it materialized itself in this plane bowled me over from behind. I turned to see Zech on the ground crying, I think he may have been pleading with something, he was desperate. His eyes changed back, they became soft again, nothing like the hard, furious ones that had existed only moments before. Something like steam seemed to flow off of him, it seemed in this plane of existence, emotions and feelings were the laws that governed strength and power. They even seemed able to manifest themselves when they were possessed of an uncommon power. By the time he was on the ground the police had him in custody, though they were forced to drag him from the scene, he refused to leave her side willingly. As the officers hauled him away from the restaurant he was still sobbing, and I felt an uncomfortable pity for him coming from those officers. They had reached the car and he got in willingly, no pushing, pulling, or hostility, as if his will to live had died the minute he had left her side. I have to admit; in this instance even I felt a small pity for that man even though he had killed me. Though, I still don’t believe it was actually Zech that killed me, yes it may have been his body, but his soul, his will wasn’t in it. His rage may have gotten a hold on him, something had happened to crush the walls of his inhibitions. I think I will never know why or how it happened; maybe it was something small that just was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Beneath his calm, fun-loving exterior there was probably a sea of anger dammed inside of him, waiting for only a small crack to appear. The anger that flooded him must have caused him to lose all thoughts of and beliefs in happiness or love. In other words, I believe that he became an animal of rage and hate, something everyone is capable of, unless there is some output that this dreaded force is moved out of. As I finally came to my conclusion, my body seemed lighter and more transparent. I fought against this using every part of my will that wasn’t involved in me trying to pay my last respects to the woman I adored. I watched, and as I was calmly dwelling on the good memories I had of her, tears began rolling down my cheeks as they finally zipped up the body bag and took it out to the ambulance. My will holding me down on this plane finally broke and I began to rise toward a light that had appeared above me. I realized with a profound sense of understanding that I was finally ready to move on and leave, and that this experience had prepared me for whatever was going to happen next. I was ready to take on this next stage of the journey of my soul, wherever it take me. Signed, A lowly waiter. Plese read and enjoy, I hope its good.
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(no subject)	[Aug. 30th, 2005\|09:58 pm]
Well here it is..... the last of my story. Treat it nicely I'm in a great mood. This in itself amazed me. I had thought that all humanity had left him, that he had become a machine of destruction, not caring what happened to him or others. I was mistaken in one of the worst ways possible, judging people before I knew what drove them. The bullhorn sounded again, but I could make out no discernable words, in fact I realized that I had not actually heard one word since I had changed states. It was more like I felt what they said, understood it in a way I had never known before. I was hearing intentions, and the spoken word was meaningless to this “battle of wills.” Suddenly the crying stopped, it seemed that he had lost control of himself again, almost as if the rage was a separate being inside of him, raging against the kind man that he once was. In the second his other half took over, he lost all control over it, and the gun fired. I willed myself forward just wanting to cradle her, let her know that someone still cared, but as I threw my arms around her she sank through and hit the ground. It seemed as the bullet had maybe missed her brain, because I saw her lips form her last words. Oh how I wish I could have heard them, because the intention that emanated from them had the mark of grace on them, I knew she must have forgiven him. I couldn’t take my gaze away from her on the ground, it just wasn’t right, nothing seemed right any more. Devastation swept through me as a sense of sorrow seemingly bowled me over from behind. I turned to see Zech on the ground crying, I think he may have been pleading with something, he seemed desperate. His eyes changed, they became soft again, nothing like the hard and furious ones that had come into here. Something like steam seemed to flow off of him, it seemed in this plane, emotions and feelings ruled the day and were the laws that governed strength and existence. By the time he was on the ground the police had him in custody, though they were forced to drag him from the scene, he refused to leave her side willingly. As the officers hauled him away from the restaurant he was still sobbing, and I felt an uncomfortable pity for him coming from those officers. They had reached the car and he got in willingly, no pushing, pulling, or hostility, as if his will to live had died the minute he had left her side. I have to admit; in this instance even I felt a small pity for that man even though he had killed me. Though, I don’t think it was Zech that actually killed me, yes it was his body, but his soul, his intentions weren’t in it. His rage may have gotten a hold on him, something had happened to crush the walls of his inhibitions. I think I will never know why or how it happened, maybe it was something small that just was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Beneath his calm, fun-loving exterior there was probably a sea of anger dammed inside of him, waiting for only a small crack to appear. The anger flooded him and this must have caused him to lose all thoughts of happiness or love. In other words, I believe that he became an animal of rage and hate, something everyone is capable of, except for the fact periodically we release that which is inside of us. As I finally came to my conclusion, my body seemed lighter and more transparent. I fought against this using every part of my will that wasn’t involved in me paying my last respects to the woman I adored. I watched calmly dwelling on the memories I had of her, tears began to roll down my cheeks as they finally zipped up the body bag and took it out to the ambulance. My will holding me down on this plane finally broke and I began to rise toward a light that appeared above me. I realized with a profound sense of understanding that I was finally ready to move on and leave and that this scene had prepared for whatever was going to happen next. I was ready to take on the next stage of the journey of my soul. A lowly waiter. Excuse the annoying punctuation. I know its horrible.
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Ok... Tenative Update maybe deleted	[Aug. 29th, 2005\|06:55 pm]
Ok... This is just a tenative update I'm not sure if I really followed with my charecters. And I would like some real feedback in the form of a writer. Please just dont say its teh Awesomenesh to make me feel good. I don't want that. Sorry For commanding you. Read on please. As all of these realizations swamped me, I was overwhelmed by the enormity of everything that had just happened. I was barely able to control my thought processes, as with everything else they finally had to slow down and I turned my mind back to the scene. My earthly body was lying on the floor feet away from my killer, that was chilling in itself, but then my gaze moved to Zech. It was almost a copy of that first chilling image, Katie again had that barrel pointed at her temple, the same feelings entered my mind, I had to help, but there was a difference. This time there was nothing I could do. I was dead. I could only watch. There was almost a complete silence except for the whispers of Katie. I had to know what she was saying, in spite of my feelings for her, I expected her to be pleading for her life, but as I drew closer, I heard words of comfort coming from her mouth. Even with everything he had put her through she still believed in him, believed that he could still pull through and do the right thing and put the gun down. Tears began flowing from Zech’s eyes. Till next update
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Story Time for little kids

[Jul. 25th, 2005|11:38 pm]

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Ok so not really, but story time for big kids just didnt sound right

No sooner than the shot stop ringing in our ears did we hear a voice coming over a megaphone, “This is the police we have you surrounded please come out with your hands raised.” Zech stopped dead in his tracks clearly not expecting to hear that the police had come so soon. He started looking around, his gaze falling on a number of terrified people. Finally settling on me, that shell of a man began to walk towards me seeking to use me as some type of bargaining tool with the police. I began to try to think of something, anything that might be able to get me out of the horror filled place. Noticing a knife lying on the ground somewhat near me, I reached only to finally realize the blood loss had caught up with me and I was barely able to move a muscle. My vision began to grow very hazy as the image of him walking toward me started to swirl around my vision and soon I slipped into the inky blackness of unconsciousness. I didn’t know how long I was out, but the next thing I knew I was jolted awake, a great pain came from every fiber of my body. It pained me so much I could barely even move, then as suddenly as it began it stopped. Cautiously I opened my eyes afraid of what had just happened. I realized I was looking myself in the eyes. Horror came over me and a scrambled away on all fours trying to find some rational reason for what had just happened. Thoughts screamed through my head, I had no clue what was happening until finally I came to a sickening conclusion. I was dead. I had no idea why I would still be at this scene. Isn’t there something after death? I didn’t see any other spirits roaming around. Then I realized, I still had a connection to this place some reason something inside me that I was dying to know. Why had Zech done it?

I hope you enjoy my next foray into my story
Please read and comment.
I would make me feel better. ^_^

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(no subject)	[Jul. 1st, 2005\|12:33 am]
Stolen from teh Tula WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF... » I committed suicide: » I said I liked you: » I kissed you: » I lived next door to you: » I started smoking: » I stole something: » I was hospitalized: » I ran away from home: » I got into a fight and you weren't there: WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY..? » Personality: » Eyes: » Face: » Hair: » Clothes: » Mannerisms: [1] Who are you? [2] Are we friends? [3] When and how did we meet? [4] How have I affected you? [5] What do you think of me? [6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? [7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? [8] Do you love me? [9] Have I ever hurt you? [10] Would you hug me? [11] Would you kiss me? [12] Would you date me? [13] Are we close? [14] Emotionally, what stands out? [15] Do you wish I was cooler? [16] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? [17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. [18] Am I loveable? [19] How long have you known me? [20] Describe me in one word. [21] What was your first impression? [22] Do you still think that way about me now? [23] What do you think my weakness is? [24] Do you think I'll get married? [25] What about me makes you happy? [26] What about me makes you sad? [27] What reminds you of me? [28] What's something you would change about me? [29] How well do you know me? [30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? [31] Do you think I would kill someone? [32] Are you gonna repost this to see what I think about you? and if anyone else reads this i swear ill write again sometime soon
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its new again!!!!	[Apr. 5th, 2005\|10:41 pm]
YAY!!! next part of story warning this is a bit bloody so if you are really really squeamish then ur a loser oh and i changed point of veiw ill rewrite the first part soon Her face, her beautiful face, had become horrorstruck as the barrel was pushed against her head. She made no movement to run away but stood there transfixed, her eyes glazing over as if there was nothing left of her. This man whom she loved so much now had a gun to her temple. It just wasn’t possible, no one whom she adored that much could have even the slightest bit of anger in them especially not towards her. ‘I have to do something; I can’t let her die…’ So, I did the only natural thing, I rushed him, looking back it wasn’t the best idea, but at the time no one else would do anything. It was all me, It was only me. As I rushed at him, he through Kate to the ground, which only enraged me more. I grabbed his arm in an effort to get the gun away from decorating the floor with my remains. I was almost able to overpower him and had the gun aimed at the ground, when my ears suddenly went deaf. The pistol had gone off and my body had exploded with pain, and looking down I realized part of my foot had gone missing. I could barely stand from the shock that coursed through my body, I suddenly when numb and collapsed on the floor, unaware of anything around me. I was lying on the ground at Zech’s feet, no, he wasn’t Zech anymore, he just had the body of Zech, he would never have done anything like this. I grasped my foot and felt pain coarse through my body, a warm red liquid coursed over my hands. As my hands began to turn red from the copious amounts of blood covering them, Kate, who had been beside me the entire time I was on the ground, bent down trying to find out if I was ok. Suddenly brought back to reality, the pain lessened a bit and I felt myself being dug back to the back of the restaurant. A soft voice was talking it sounded urgent, but I wasn’t able to keep up with it as Zech began to yell. Suddenly, the pitying screams of my manager began to ring out through the restaurant. He had called the police, though it may have saved many of the staff’s lives, it had finally dawned on the manager it had been the last mistake of his life. I felt pity for this man, who had given me this job, when no one else had taken pity on me, but nevertheless, a gunshot rang out, the screams died, as well as my manager. kidding with the warning of course ^_^ till next time
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new add-on	[Mar. 19th, 2005\|08:08 pm]
ok heres the next addition to my story that only a few people read though its ok i dont really mind but seriously i didnt start the bloodshed but i did leave yall with a big cliffhanger which will be fun so here goes nothing After close to twenty-five minutes when Zach (the dude’s name) finally appeared, her heart leapt with excitement before hitting the bottom as his full appearance came into view when he stepped over the threshold of the restaurant. His demeanor had changed for the worse, his normal jacket was torn in many places, he was unshaven, but the most horrid thing about him were his dull lifeless eyes that were full of a fearful rage, instead of the usual caring, gentleness that used to radiate from him. The staff and patrons seemed scared stiff when having what seemed like the ghost of the normal man appear before them. Only Katie(the girls name) felt compassion for him. She immediately stood to run to him, but was held back by the waiter that was serving her table. She turned to him with a pleading look in her eyes that caused him to relax his hold for a mere fraction of a second, while she pulled away from him and ran towards the man that was her everything. As she drew near to him, tears now blinding her eyes, the man’s coat moved a fraction of an inch revealing a glint of metal, which everyone else saw. Right as she touched him, he swung her around and pressed the barrel to her temple, his lifeless eyes now shown with a manic gleam. read and comment till later
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(no subject)	[Mar. 15th, 2005\|09:10 pm]
well ive been thinkin about a story recently came up with an idea it seems like a love story but its not it will get bloody soon and no theres no hentai so there ^_^ please give some feedback ^_^ The restaurant had been quiet for the past hour while the staff was preparing for the lunch crowd. Soon they knew the chairs would be packed with customers eagerly awaiting their food. Their first customer was a young woman with dark brown hair, short only 5’ 5,’’ though she was a regular who usually had a friend meet her there. Most of the time, the man accompanied her in the restaurant, but other times he would come in 10 minutes later, sometimes even 30 minutes which left the lady anxious. Though all was forgiven when he finally arrived, she seemed smitten with him, almost to the point of obsession. Every time he was late she would constantly watch the door, turning every single time that the bell announced a new customer had arrived. She seemed to be desperately hoping to see the man that the staff also loved, because he left nice tips, was polite, and dressed nicely which was a nice change from the ragged crowd that usually populated the restaurant. This day the same pattern began again with the lady lifting her head and putting it down every time that someone new arrived.
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well been awhile huh??	[Mar. 7th, 2005\|08:25 pm]
hmmm....well its been so long i dont know exactly what to say most likely it will involve a witty comment but not very likely well lately my life has been pretty boring cept for the whole christina thing and if you wanna know about that you can IM me or ask someone who knows well i just got back from NO today that was fun went to 2 baller bookstores had a ton of cheap nice old books they made me very happy well nyway other than that nothing has really been happening and now i feel special cause someone took the time to draw a chibi of me lol w00t im happy now if nyone wants me in chibi form as and ill send it to ya w00t well taht was a stupid post but still till later
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The Day Full of Oatmeal	[Nov. 16th, 2004\|10:45 pm]
well today was pretty good i go mad at one of my friends which wasnt kool at all but im over it i cant stay mad you all know it even though only one person reads this its kinda sad lol i wish other people read this since im not such a big xanga dude since i like this better i know i know you told me so well i wrote an essay yesterday so i hope it comes out good im watchin family guy so ya im happy i also won 2 games of warcraft 3 today im very proud of that i must say and everyone who likes rock music go get the shinedown cd its very good i have english homework to do so ya not kool i had to give an oral presentation in history today it sucked but so did everyones so i still got a 100 yay sometimes i just wish i would have a bad day ya know but ya that would b kool cause it infuriates me so much i can not think of one bad day in my life i know ive had one it jsut pisses me off i hate my memory it is my most evil ally and it should be beaten to death ohh and demon stone is an awesome game hint hint lol well ya time to go work on English till later
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Birthday

[Nov. 11th, 2004|09:10 pm]

[	Current Mood	\|	peaceful	]
[	Current Music	\|	None Watchin White Chicks	]

yay today was a pretty good day
its my birthday yay so lets all b happy
im watchin a movie with my sister "White Chicks"
this movie is very funny and i very reccommend it to whoever is reading this lol
ya today was pretty good this morning was fun
had to write an essay but that seems like its goin fine
so ya its pretty darn good
but then i was attacked after the pep rally if you know what i mean lol
ya that was interesting
then i got to play tennis with one of my friends so that was pretty fun also
so that was fun then i came home and hung out playing Demon Stone fun game that is
hint to nyone who wants it lol and of course you should read salvatore and brooks
they are both freakin awesome writers
if i ever get teh chance i will get warcraft 3 i swear
lol well just remember people care bout chu and
run away from people who attack lol

till later

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Meaningless Things

[Nov. 8th, 2004|09:36 pm]

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well today was blah since nothing very special happened
except i learned a few "kool" words in japenese ok ok so they are curses
but please just dont shake my hand if you do i might say "jama shinaide" or f off
so ya dont mess with me lol
well ya i just wanted to um talk i get to see bill cosby tommarow will b fun i think
but ya well see well see but what we will see i dont know
mental note next time i go to books a million i need to go to walmart to get a notebook
but until then im not gonna worry about it
i have a buttload of math to do or so ive heard luckily i have 1st period tommarow to do it also
which will b good very very good
well untill then please please just let me say this
I want a dictionary so that i can have some fun with Japenese
since thats just a kool language i mean its anime
how can you not like it
i wonder where my sweet innocent kitty is i mean shes just so darn pretty
ohhh my dog got sick today bad sick she was thrownin up and stuff
so i guess pray for her to get better she needs it
ohh just so ill keep face
idiot dog gettin sick

till later

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Meaningful Things

[Nov. 7th, 2004|08:59 pm]

[	Current Mood	\|	stressed	]
[	Current Music	\|	Disturbed - Stupify	]

yep today kinda sucked i went to church(a plus)
lost my ticket had to drive 20 mins home and 20mins back
so i could see hte play later today(missed sunday school)
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh today just wasnt a good day
the play was pretty good but i felt rather bad there i gues those taco bell tacos didnt agree with me
hey i feel better now though which makes me feel happy i guess...
then when i get home all i can do is homework which is not kool
not fun at all
but ya ill get over it eventually
hopefully tommarow will b a better day
mayb i will want companionship mayb mayb mayb
i really do hate that word because you just dont know what to do
you dont know its so freakin wrong i sometimes just wish something in my life would happen
good bad anything i really wouldnt care as long as it happened
and yes i know someone is gonna slap me for saying it but still it just really pisses me off
i wish my life was interesting i wish i wish i wish
wishing doesnt make anything happen i just doesnt i also hate wish
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh well ya ive got myself mad again

till later

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