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Dawning of a New Era [27 Nov 2005|10:18pm]
[ music | Agent Orange- Bored of You ]

The Report

She'll urge you to confide
Resist. be Ca**full, cool, calm,
& collective. Never trust,
journalist, "we're off the"
record", She'll insist. IF
you beli** them you're a
fool. Should you tell her
who you've kissed. You'll
see it all in print and
you'll Never trust a journalist
Again the words are he**to
twist and yours the risk
of ridicule..


This is a poem I purchased recently from a homeless man for 1 dollar. This tracscription is an accurate recreation of the original work. The spelling errors, punctuation, and capitalization are the authors, not mine, and the asterisks represent characters that are illegible, smudged, or ourtherwise difficult to initially read.

Not included above are several doodles. On the bottom of the 8' x 11" sheet of (what appears to be) computer paper are five parrallel lines that resemble a piece of sheet music. On the left side of the paper are two more rows of musical bars (tho one is short a line) that resemble an open jaw attempting to swallow the poem itself, which is located in the center 4 x 5.5 inches of the paper. There are 5 porrly drawn circles in a column on the right side of the paper. There is a final musical bar, marked with several meaningless musical notations and a series of dots. The authors signature is in the lower right hand corner.

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Return of The Fly [14 Nov 2005|11:09pm]
[ music | The Misfits: We Are 138 ]

Saw "Saw II" 2day. I fail to see how anyone with cancer would find the time (between shitting blood and crying in pain) to booby trap a fucking two story house. Please don't tell me it's brilliant (I like it tho...) because it's not, it's full of plot holes that they attempt to fill in with a fucking 45 second montage at the end of the film that ACTUALLY manages to confuse me about several key points.

Interesting to note: www.saw3.com (wasting no time at all)

Past that:

Zombie-rock. It seems a niche filled exclusivly by Aussies and drunken idiot tex-boys. See "Zombie Ghost Train" for good zombie rock. Booze, Babes, Brains.

The way things are going out here *(in the US)* leads me to belive we are plunging into the midst of a facist decade. The government promises us security, it takes freedom. Idiot Average on the street has forgotten we are occupying foriegn soil for LIES. We get our TV piped in, we see front line reports (hardly), but it might as well be a sitcom. chewing popcorn. drnking beer. The Static of the Media burns the inside of my eyes: I read today the Arizona Republic (a pretty conservative rag, and very republican) is distributing FREE papers to local elementry schools in a move to "promote literacy."

Can't you wait until they're in middle school to start the process? Why not just place huge spotlights in the front of each classroom, turn 'em up to "center of the sun" bright and scream brainwashing rhetoric through a megaphone. It might seem odd, but when you tell the shelves of disinterested parents (minds seduced by commercial jinges and "Lost") that you're taking a "proactive approach to education" they'll grin and nod and not come to the ParentTeacherAssociation meeting that month.

Erika got a Jury Summons today, and was trying to get me to help her think of a way out of it. In the same day, we talked of CHRISTIANTIA, the anarcho-hippy commune that sealed itself away from the city of Copenhagen, Denmark. We had remarked that in a "libertarian socialist" (ANARCHY) society, all people would make decisions about the fate of the place and it's residents, but we can't be arsed to play peer to our fellow man. America is collapsing, I can sense it. Jeb Bush remarked he might run for President when his brother had reached the legal limit to his rule. Dynasty. Die Nasty. We're all going to burn.

I don't post often in this because I KNOW a few pople read it, but I don't particularly know who. It's no fun shitting into the ether alone.

Last night, a security officer for my complex (apartment, not inferiority) had carded me like he was a cop, and, being in no real antiauthoritarian mood, I presented it, even singing a little song I made up on the spot about my name and address (to the melody of "Howdy Doody time") to keep the mood friendly.

AT 11:30 that night the asshole was knocking on my fucking door. "Did you kick a lamp?"

"What?" (I stepped out on the porch and closed the door behind me, just like I would with a REAL officer)

"Someone said you kicked a lamp, I though tI'd just get your side of the story." (his voice was so soft I thought he might be hitting on me)

"Like, the posts outside? Is one broken?" (I was concerned)

"No...he said you were (he leans against the wall) leaning on it like this and (taps the wall lightly with the back of his foot) kicking it like this. Is this true?"

*"GET THE FUCK OFF MY PORCH BEFORE I CALL YOUR GOD DAMN SEARGENT." (this is what I wanted to scream in his face but I said instead) "No. I'm too busy writing to loiter about causing meaningless trouble, Stevie." (He reacted to my use of an ironic diminutive by stepping back once, placing his hand on his belt. I think he carried mace, and I realized my mistake quickly and prepared myself mentally for the possiblity his 'authority' might go to his head and I might end up blind and litigating)

"Well, I just thought I'd come by and get a report."

I Was Bothered. He had looked at my ID and was at my door a few hours later- what sort of country do I live in? Where fucking rent a cops can bang on my door at 11:30? FIRST I'm goint o get this shithead wannabe mallsec fired for his late night inquires (I can safely assume that there has NOT been a rash of brutal lamp-leanings in my neighborhood and that he was simply coming to my home to harrass me)

Between you and me, Internet, I think we'd be better off erecting a couple of barricades and making our own little commune.

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This is Zodiac Speaking [26 Sep 2005|11:12pm]
A few years ago in Riverside
a young girl was murdered, just about,
I believe...on "Halloween"
(Bates had to die There will be more)

she was young and beautiful
but now she is battered and dead.
She is not the first
and she will not be the last

This is Zodiac speaking

So don't make it easy for me
keep your sisters, daughter,
and wives off the streets
Killing lone people in the night
I will cruse around all weekend
this is Zodiac
This is Zodiac speaking

I said it was about Time.
She asked me, "About time for what?"
I said it was about time
Time for her to die
This is Zodiac



("There were no witnesses, no motives, and no suspects.")
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Today I Found the Bag of A Homeless Man [20 Apr 2005|11:34am]
A dirty green blanket
In a black garbage bag.
A pair of clean white socks,
Wrapped up in a greasy rag.

A hundred tiny catsup packets
Hidden in your pocket.

A bladeless ladies razor,
a broken plastic bottle
of salad dressing gone bad,
spilling into the bottom of your bag.

An aluminum tin of tuna.
(I gave this to a wild cat.)

and amongst the stains
A bit of bright red
And the idea: You are wounded,
Or perhaps even dead

An implication in still life
A terrifying sight.

Bag, where’s your Man?
The pride and sorrow,
blood, treasure, hunger, fear
the back on which you’re donned?

Who gives these contents meaning
Now that your owner has gone?

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Just a little something I wrote. Copper and I were talking earlier...To read this correctly, start at the bottom and work upwards.

Spooky
April 20th 19:54 That's beautiful, Copperman.

copperman
April 20th 19:53 I feel!

Spooky
April 20th 19:53 Joking?

copperman
April 20th 19:53 Poking, I'm ! !

Spooky
April 20th 19:53 Uh, no thanks. I'm already in a cult.

copperman
April 20th 19:53 Join us more and all your own image! wob nattle!

Spooky
April 20th 19:53 Joseph the Joiner? Did you join a cult, Copper?

copperman
April 20th 19:53 With Joseph the joiner I cannot concern myself which of arhac langfae!

Spooky
April 20th 19:53 Who is Joseph Nye?

copperman
April 20th 19:52 Seem to trip out of here fighting for Joseph Nye, dean of mind peaces gather into the primal directives
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Stuff [12 Apr 2005|12:12pm]
[ music | Sonic Youth- Silver Rocket ]

Just cleaning a little.

I wonder what I'm going to do. I miss some people.

_______Your Life_______
[x] they call me: Kevin
[x] sex: Male
[x] my first breath of air: 09.18.1983 and a few minutes
[x] status: married
[x] family: Mom, Dad, Andrew, Lauren.
[x] best friends: That's sorta stupid.

_______Rewind_______
[x] most memorable memory: Jerome.
[x] worst?: Nyanko.
[x] first word uttered?: Probably "Cookie."
[x] first best friend!?: Daniel Vaugen (sp?)

_______Picky Picky_______
[x] dog or cat: Dog
[x] short or long hair: Short
[x] sunshine or rain: Rain
[x] moon or sun: Moon
[x] 1 best friend or 10 acquaintances: 1 best friend.
[x] summer or winter: Winter
[x] Written letters or e-mails: Written letters
[x] Play Station or Nintendo: NES
[x] Car or motorcycle: Car (secret hint: Motorcycle)
[x] house party or club: House party
[x] sing or dance: Sing
[x] Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi
[x] color: Black or Red
[x] holiday: Halloween
[x] food: 4 cheese and ham rigatoni

_______Lately_______
[x] how are you today? Thinky.
[x] what pants are you wearing right now? Blue jeans.
[x] What shirt are you wearing right now? Cowboy Bebop.
[x] What does your hair look like at the moment? Like it usually does.
[x] What song are you listening to right now? The Sprawl
[x] How is the weather right now? Windy and warming.
[x] Last person you talked to on the phone? Erika Erika.
[x] last dream you can remember? Drawing a blank.
[x] who are you talking to right now? No one
[x] what time is it? 12:20pm
[x] current annoyance? Stomach is upset AND hungry
[x] current fav band? Give me a break.

_______More About YOU!_______
[x] if u were a crayon, what color would you be? Burnt Sienna.
[x] have you ever almost died? Several times in my youth.
[x] what's the stupidest thing you have ever done? See above.
[x] how many kids do you want to have? One, maybe two if the first is superawesome Adoption?
[x] son's name? Ziggy or Zero
[x] daughter's name? Zoe or Zeta
[x] shampoo? SUAVE bitch.
[x] what are you most scared of? Heights and bad drivers.
[x] how many TV's do you have in your house? 1.
[x] do you have your own TV? Yes, but it's with my brother.
[x] have you ever broken/sprained/fractured a bone? FLAWLESS VICTORY.
[x] who do you tell your dreams to? Erika, sometimes geeks if appropriate.
[x] is cheerleading a sport? No, no.
[x] how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? I actually did this in Newspaper once. Don't remember.

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Girl U Want [24 Feb 2005|12:05pm]
2 drum machines and a girl playing guitar. What more could audiences ask for? Spacepiggy and MoonRabbit. Imawearapignose.

I can't sleep, girl
and It ain't right
I gotta voice insida me
Talks to me at night.

Says it's time
time to face facts
get my things together
get my shit packed

and move to Japan

Move to Japan
drink Kirin all day
eat soybeans and squid
drink Kirin all day

Drink Kirin all day

Drink Kirin all day
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[12 Jan 2005|10:15am]
Saturday sunday shopping mall
Gasoline pours out of every hole
Sasquatch rumours still standing tall
and Sega ain't getting old
(sucking on his caffeine bone)
The incredible Id says this:
"You gotta find your own way home"

The boy now has a new name
to better suit his mind frame
Mal 3 or the dali squared
distracted by the county fair
(sucking on his caffeine bone)
The incredible Id says this:
"You gotta find your own way home"

Robot soldiers on the march
cardboard dogs that never bark
Gasmask beauty still contracting SARS
counting matches trying to stay sharp
(Living near a funeral home)
Till the pandas said this:
"You're all just skin and bone"

Corrogated palace of the Prince of DT
The blossom at the top of his family tree
sidewalk dodges his scabby feet
he's animated for TV
(A family friendly fare)
Punch the invisible clock
You got...nothinglefttoshare
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Robot Robert [12 Jan 2005|10:15am]
Saturday sunday shopping mall
Gasoline pours out of every hole
Sasquatch rumours still standing tall
and Sega ain't getting old
(sucking on his caffeine bone)
The incredible Id says this:
"You gotta find your own way home"

The boy now has a new name
to better suit his mind frame
Mal 3 or the dali squared
distracted by the county fair
(sucking on his caffeine bone)
The incredible Id says this:
"You gotta find your own way home"

Robot soldiers on the march
cardboard dogs that never bark
Gasmask beauty still contracting SARS
counting matches trying to stay sharp
(Living near a funeral home)
Till the pandas said this:
"You're all just skin and bone"

Corrogated palace of the Prince of DT
The blossom at the top of his family tree
sidewalk dodges his scabby feet
he's animated for TV
(A family friendly fare)
Punch the invisible clock
You got...nothinglefttoshare
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Ai, not psychic girl, though. [23 Nov 2004|01:11am]
[ mood | restless ]

I'm struck with this sort of depression every now and then. Sometimes it's keyed to a specific stimulai, sometimes it's keyed to some vague measure of times passing, and sometimes, like tonight, it's a building phenomenon that finally reaches a point where I can't shrug it off anymore and it rests on me like a dead weight. It keeps me up, staring and thinking about things that only worsen the condition, and I can't sleep, and I don't want to eat, and I can't write or paint or do anything. I don't like it one bit.

In better news, I've had something of a breakthrough on figuring out what do do with the collection of portraits. I don't want to spoil the surprise, as it's only a seed germinating in my mind.

I can't believe my great grandmother finally died (this is hardly the cause of my depression thoug, I assure you). It's weird, since it's the first time I rebuted the old "she might not make it another year" argument my mother always makes that usually gets me on a plane to freezing ass Elcerito, but this time, she really didn't make it. It's just...derailing, I guess. I honestly can't believe that she actually died the one year I didn't let the guilt trip work. I don't feel bad, just sort of blackly humourous about the whole thing.

My mother is never going to let me hear the end of this one.

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Papa won't leave you, Henry. [16 Nov 2004|01:08am]
[ music | Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds: The Curse of Millhaven ]

Do you think moths are scared when they build their cocoon, or do you think they are full of excitement and wonder at the prospect of just having wings? Do you think moths find butterflies to be shallow and vain? Do you think they look at one another and remember when they were both just worms?

Sometimes, when I think about the people I've met and known and how little of them are a part of my life now, I start to understand what a thing a cocoon can be.

Anyway; recently, I talked to Alex. That's Jen's boyfriend in Jersey or wherever. To be hoenst, I think she's doinga diservice to him. It's hardly fair to keep him trailed behind. Is it maybe my own past relationships I see in them? Is it some piece of the person I was I see in Alex? I used to say "If the me from today and the me from a year ago met, I'd strangle the old me." Maybe I was closer that I thought to the mark. I digress. Anyway, he and I talked. Talking to him is like talking to a machine built to read your mind, pick the worst thing to say at the worst time, and then getting angry with it. The machine can't help being wired that way, but you still want to pull out it's cable and throw it out a tall building. Everytime I think "Alex is a pretty good kid" I find myself also thinking that'd be very easy to hit him with a brick.

I will admit, I was rather flattered to find out that he had pretty much assumed that we'd meet one day.

He did say something to me, though; that he can't imagine just pushing someone away just because they want attention, and it scared me. It scared me because I remember thinking just like that, and then spending two years being a sub-human with no spine. I don't think that every person who wants attention is a Vampire. I just think those that lack the ability to be out of the spotlight for three seconds are. I mean, seriously. Does everything always have to be about you? You aren't even a C+.

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Recording head [24 Oct 2004|12:53am]
People that retired today:

Frankie Teardrop
Bruce Leroy Brown
Carlos "Castro" Vergas
Richard "Purgatory" Smek

Frankie and Bruce threw a massive party in Las Vegas, on the roof of New york, New york and Lee paid the pyrotechnics guy to detonate the faux Lady Libertys head after filling it with chocolate candy. He then retired with Frankie in the Giant Fucking Party buisness, since it's what they do so well. He also owns a Yacht, the SS Funkenstein, which is moored outside Seattle. Frankie and Bruce finally completed the 30 million dollar transaction to sell their flawless, uncut kilo of natural orihalcum, with the aid of a hired negotiator. The buyer was none other than the Thamaturgical research department of Saeder-Krupps Berlin offices.

Carlos moved to the Carribean League, purchasing a life of luxury at 70% cost. He is no longer wanted by the JIS Tokko Section One or Interpol, but UCAS law enforcement is quite interested in questioning him about several dozen bombings in the last 3 years. Any connection to Alexi Ratcovich has been disproven by Agent Rokoki of Section One.

Rickie Purgatory was sadly lost in an explosion meant to assassinate his close friend, Kuro. Kuro, after taking appropriate actions, organized a concert to salute his closest friend, hooking Maria Mercurial (who owed him a favor) to sing the thirty minutes of material Rickie had written for his upcoming album, "Two Blind Men Come to a Bridge" with Kuro backing her up on guitars and "Mojo" Kenumbi on drums. Two of Ricks closest friends performed his material to the hoarde of fans who had gathered at Underworld 93 to see the Elementals (also hooked by Kuro, as they owed him a favor as well) and Maria Mercurial, with two local bands, Hells Bells and Hypraliqudator. The show was recorded in full suite Simsense and trideo by Street Kid records, and 60% of all profits go to Meta-ACT, a cause Rick personally believed strongly in. Available now.

In other news, notorious russian mobsters Malcom Ivelstad and Alexi Ratcovich were found dead this morning. Malcom was found in his Tacoma bar, revealed to be an illegal casino and weapon-storage facility. Lonestar captured more than 250 illegal security weapons from Eastern Europe, including several dozen M23 Assault rifles and TMP Submachineguns. Alexi Ratcovich was found dead in his Snohomish residence, among the ruins of his dining room. He had been apparantly decapitated, though the coroners offical comment was that his COD was "Massive internal hemoragging from 17 seperate bulletwounds minutes before his decapitation." He is survived by his daughter, Isabella Ratcovich, 22.
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HARUGANA [15 Oct 2004|02:21am]
[ mood | Bread ]

Sometimes, it's sort of nice to see that it's not me, or the way I act, or what I say. All I have to do is put a different screename in front of me, and voila, I'm suddenly a much better person overall. It's like magic; retarded magic for retards. Big stupid retards. Retards.

That's old news, though. Anyway. Today Erika and I made bread. How's that for interesting news? The fact of the matter is that I had never made bread before, and it was pretty good bread, to say the least. I look forward to eating it tomarrow. That's probably the most exciting thing to happen to me today.

That in mind, I fell asleep right after Grant left, and then I woke up suddenly, clothed, in bed, surprised and scared and confused. I think I had a dream, but of what? I was only asleep for an hour. Is that long enough to reach REM? I thought it was more like 2 or 3...Unless I have superpowered Alpha waves.

Actually, that'd be a pretty cool power. The ability to project alpha waves at nearby people, to make them switch into the mode the brain sits in when you dream. Wow. That'd be REALLY cool.

I do remember, vaguely, reading about a test to elicit such reactions from people, and they said that they never fell asleep, they just interacted with the world in the way sleepwalkers do. Neat huh?

Bread.

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Eee. [26 Sep 2004|02:52pm]
My mind is a train wreck
and it's crashed in the heart of my hometown.
The image comes in clear
but not the "why," just the "How."
Everything is running like paint in the rain,
and it's not the night that scares me;
as much as the coming day.

My body was a tiger whose died
from the jab of starvation
I hoped so long for a hero
to rescue us (or me) in some way amazing
Instead, we are blurred like a winter landscape
white and new and a picture of no fate.

Normally, I don't like to share anything I write, poems especially. Alot of what I write gets anked shortly after it's creation. Silus is backburner-ed, which is a shame, but not the point.

Recently, I've come to wonder how I became the person I am today. Am I a product of my upbringing? Am I who I am because I was meant to be this way? Or am I something else, the product of response to others? Am nothing but the shadow of my parents mistakes, or am I a reflection of the fears and needs of others?

Either way, I don't blame them, whoever "They" are. It's not worth being angry for no reason.
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Rules for better life [09 Sep 2004|11:21pm]
Do not give opinion or advice unless you are asked.

Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.

When in another's lair, show him respect or else do not go there.

If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.

Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.

Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved.

Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.

Do not harm little children.

Do not kill non-human animals unless attacked or for your food.

When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.


These rules seem pretty easy to follow, and yet they conflict with the general societies moors? Why is that? My guess is that most people are what Anton Levay called "psychic vampires," which, duh, aren't REAL vampires. People who are emotionally needy or manipulate others to get their own way by making them feeling guilty are psychic vampires. Spending time with a particular person can leave you feeling drained physically and emotionally, hence the name. A psychic vampire will take and take and turna round anything you say or do to make them seem like the victim of a horrible crime.

On some level, everyone does it. A woman who asks "do these pants make me look fat?" is engaging in an unconscious form of psychic drain: after all, nothing can be said that will make the situation workable. You can't say "Yes" because then you're a fat manpig who obviously doesn't love the woman asking you and you should die and rot, and, if you say "No" chances are the person in question will respond with "You're just saying that!" Suddenly, their insecurity has become your problem. This sort of shit is what takes a major drain on every persons life.

A psychic vampire could be someone at work, or a member of your family, and people in caring jobs are often exposed to psychic vampires. Anyone who is damaging to you is a psychic vampire. People who try to exploit you or betray you are psychic vampires. A man who tells his girlfriend who she can and can't see is a psychic vampire. A woman who tells her boyfriend who he can and can't see is a psychic vampire.

In many relationships, there is a Giver and a Taker. For example, I can say with no guilt whatsoever that in Erika and I's relationship, I am the Taker. I enjoy being given things, on some level, but I know when to refuse a gift, and I know when I've crossed the line in asking for something. Erika has a lot to Give, and I know that it makes her happy to share, whether or not she'd admit it, with someone she can see appreciates it, someone she loves. When does a Taker become a Psychic Vampire? Simply enough, when (Take>Give). Is it possible for a Giver to become a Psychic Vampire? Yes, it is. When the act of giving becomes an act of control (IE, when a lover uses sex as a tool of control by denying their partner as a way of getting what they want), the Giver is now a Psychic Vampire.

Understand, psychic vampires are typically not mean, cruel people. Oftentimes, they are totally unaware of their impact on others. Initially, they are quite charming and attractive. Many are very intelligent. They draw others in with their positive traits. Like the vampires of lore, psychic vampires avoid looking at their own reflections, metaphorically speaking. This avoidance is the avoidance of self-realization. A psychic vampire who sees the black hole they've become is forced to make a difficult choice: Change (which means alot of admitting they were wrong, a difficult task for most people, much less the Vampire), or go on in the same manner, attempting to ignore what they can't: They are a fucking cunt/bastard, and everything they touch eventually turns to dust.

The hard part in dealing with these type people is that, initially, they do implant themselves into your lives as friends. Then, through a slow process, the friendship is replaced by a constant drain on you. Being that we know that some people take longer than others to get through their issues we continue to try to help. One offers a shoulder to cry one, advice, friendship and kindness. The vampire responds to the first sign of imagined abandonment or denial as an attack. To sooth them, we assure them nothing is wrong, that we love them, that they are good people. We do things for them: a movie here, a meal there, other friendly things. The cycle repeats.

Another writer had this to say on his personal experiences:

"My own experience with one in particular was it was always the same issues always dealing with the same person that she was trying to force to come into her life. Then there were the late night calls after a drinking binge with the verbal abuse, etc... What finally clued me in after many exhausting months was the statement from her "all your hard work is paying off". I wasn't the one that needed to be working on this I was giving the guidance she was the one that should have been working on it. What it came down to was her refusal to take responsibility for her actions. Maybe after enough people will withdraw from her life she will take the action needed. She has been given the information and she refuses to listen or make the changes. Do not let their issues become your issues. Refuse to accept or absorb their issues as your own. This is especially true if the person is considered a close personal friend as I considered this woman. I did finally stop taking her calls and it is amazing how much lighter things become. I am sure she is bashing me all over the place because of this but I know that the universe will balance things out."

While I disagree with his Karmaic outlook, the point is still made: YOU WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE VAMP. When the time comes for severance, there is no need to be bitter or angry. You may feel cheated, or used, and, to be blunt, that's not far from the truth, but some grain of condolance should come from the fact that, in your refusal to stand for their actions, it's entirely possible the vampire will see the drain they have on others and make an effort to correct what they can. A Vampire can easily become a Taker in a relationship, and lead a healthy life, but dont' try to make them. Chances are, they'll take it as an attack, storm around complaing to all your shared friends about what a bastard/cunt YOU are, and generally avoid any real form of confrontation in lieu of petty, energy-draining complaining. There are always more victims, after all, and the vamp knows this on some level, and will seek them out in your absense.

Anyway, that's how I feel. If it works for you, hey, stick with 'em.
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Helloooo? [05 Sep 2004|09:16am]
Grow up. Blocking me from your Blurty? Ignoring my posts, even ignoring a hand-written letter? I mean, giving me the silent treatment isn't exactly an adult way of resolving a conflict. Are you just going to pretend I don't exist until whatever you hope to accomplish comes about?

I even tried to let you have your way, so you wouldn't have to talk to me about it until you were comfortable, I think that, as a pair of fairly intellgient adults you owe me at least a "I don't want to talk to you about this" instead of just blowing off my various attempts to make things right like an angry two-year old.
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Wow. [31 Aug 2004|08:13pm]
[ mood | nauseated ]

Wow. Erika told me today that Jen (that's boa-constricter-Jen, not from-new-york Jen) has fucking Cervical Cancer. It's not even normal cervical cancer, it's "mother-fucking god damn cervical cancer." It's in a twenty-something year old woman, and anything that destructive in someone as good and young as Jen can only be described as "fucking cervical cancer." I don't even know what I would say if I called her right now.

"Hey! It's Kevin. I know it's been like 6 months, but, how are you? Oh, really, Cancer? Wow. Bummer."

So, the voice that's usually subconscious and not-at-all logical, the one that says "call her, numnuts" is saying all these things to me. To summarize, the terrible things I've thought:

1. "She's poor, man, she probably can't afford the treatment neccessary to live very long. If you call her, you'll only remember how awesome she is and what a great person she is and how much it really sucks that this kind of fucking cruel shit has to happen to her, and it's going to hurt pretty bad when she gets worse later on, so it's probably best you dont' call her."

I mean, can you believe that shit? I actually thought that. How fucking selfish is that of me?

2. "She probably won't even care if you do or dont' care."

That's a fucking cop-out. That's me not wanting to get involved. Again, fucking terrible.

3. "It'll be like Roni."

I'm going to be honest here. I liked Roni. I liked her alot, and it was fucking terrible she had spinal cancer and left her two daughters before she could even see them go to college. It was bullshit, and only a fucking psychotic, hateful deity could allow such good people to suffer so. (That too, is sort of bullshit reasoning, but I'm angry right now) The fact of the matter is that I watched Roni slowly die. There's no other way to say it. I saw her face shrink and pale, her eyes sink and her bones appear like dead fish rising to the oceans surface. That last time I saw her, from the door of her hospital room, gaunt, yellowed and straining to whisper "Don't let Kevin see me, alright?" will never, ever, ever go away. It fucking sucked, brother. She died on Christmas Eve, which I think was on purpose, for her part: a silent joke, a bony middle finger.

Now, I'm thinking about what'd be like to see someone I know, (not even really well, mind you, just as a sort of aquaintence, though we had moments of real connection, I think) someone that I'm not just dating the daughter of, rot away in their prime and wither like a dying flower. The thought of it actually makes me sick, makes me want to throw up like an over-dramtic horror film character confronted with a dismembered corpse or something of that ilk. I don't know if I should do anything. I don't know what I should do. I don't know what I should do.

Fucking hell. While she was finding out she was dying, I was probably waiting in line for Shaun of the Dead or something equally futile and wasteful. Here, I've been staring at this mole under my arm, noticing the discoloration and change of shape and kind of sighing and shrugging and thinking "maybe it's skin cancer, everyone in my family gets it." There, Jen is sick. Sick. What a word.

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Doesn't Kero Mean Frog? [30 Aug 2004|01:03am]
So, been working on finding myself some new music when I found myself surfing internet radio stations at Mach 1. Decided, "Hey, what about Japan?" I figured that Polysics and Cibo Matto are both from Japan, and I remembered the name "Boredoms" so I said, alright, let's try this.

I doubt you have any idea how difficult it is to sort the Jpop and Jrock from the stuff that's actually good enough to be listend to by non anime-fansub-hunting super-nerds. Let me elaborate: I've been scouring the net since midnight, have about 40 names to look through and I think I might have two names of bands worth keeping.

1. eX-Girl: It's this weird like, pop-oompa-prog band THING that (after struggling through an Engrish site for 10 minutes) turns out to be on Alternative Tentacles! I think the most recent album is about this girl three piece being frogs from spaec, but, you know, I don't even speak Japanese. 4 stars.

2. Howling Guitar: Like a sort of Rockabillyish, skaish, upbeat thing with this japanese guy whose vocal range from sounding like he's fucking Rod Stewart (proper fucking) to actually really, really good. 4 stars.

Anyway, I'll probably end up with a tumor in my brain if I hear another Puffy AmiYumi song (they were actually sued by Puffy P. Diddy Daddy Dibba Dabba Do-right over property of the name "Puffy" in the USA. These are like, two 16 year old girls, btw), because they're really, really....really poppy. Oog.

Well, back to the grind I guess.
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Riggers don't work Election booths! [29 Aug 2004|03:19pm]
Des: For someone as normally straight-forward as you, why can't you just answer the question? You don't seem to want to bring it up in person, but you won't answer my questions over the various forms of internet contact I've employed.

So, what is it exactly that I did that has hurt you so much that you can't even bear to let me try and correct it? If you dont' tell me ("What's to tell? I'm not angry; I'm hurt. That's about it.") then how can I possibly do anything to fix what is obviously a coffin-nail in our friendship? You admit it's some obviously some horrible thing ("As surprising as it may be, yes") and I can't even recall what it might be. If you dont' want to tell me what it is, fine, then don't, but I'm not going to pretend to feel bad if I don't even know what this is all about.

In other news:

I dont' have to run SR games as frequently as before. Ash seems really interested in running a few games with his International Fixer, Ulysses, and Eric is really excited about doing some Detroit games every other week or so. Once Grant leaves and then returns from China next month, he wants to do a series of games called "The Fixer Wars" where various poweful street contacts draw lines and duke it out over runners and jobs. I think it's pretty cool, and I plan on doing something of a climax run fairly soon, as a way of sort of resetting the various parties. If everyone has to retire their most powerful characters (Dio, EJ's sorta psycho fire-elementalist, is almost as power, karma wise, and Harry and Jack!) then they won't have as much of a problem creating a new, younger, lower Karma character. What's more, it'll sort of balance out the old "Fuck, everyone has 2d6+8 for initiative? I better catch up" loop that has sort of infected our game recently.

Also, I'd like to eventually phase out some of the NPC-PCs, like Harry and Jack and Doc and Pip, because I really feel that they've had their time in the sun and need to finally become Shadows in the past.

Either way, I'll get a chance to play Rick and that makes me happy. It's sort of nice to play a foil to other runners. Erin was a fine character to run alongside Smiley and Draino, what with them shooting and punchign and him trying to talk his way past everything, and I think that Rick is a fine example of someone who runs for more than some spare Nuyen and the chance to kill as many people as possible.
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Kungfu Grip is a terrible power. [23 Aug 2004|02:11am]
So, despite working my ass to exaustion in the Gym tonight, I'm awake at 2:00 Am. GRANTED, Mike did wake me up, but I dont' blame him. I'd fallen asleep with my light on after my shower, and he knocked to inform me my laundry was dry. Rgiht before falling asleep, I pondered on the many reasons Return of the Jedi is a terrible movie. It's...it's so bad. I won't get into it now, but it occured to me that it isn't even good by Star Wars movie standards. Fucking Phantom Menace is better than RotJ, and it's horrifically bad.

Anyway, I'm going to try and get some sleep. It's kinda weird, actually, knowing that Jen will be living in Tempe in less than three days. I know she'll be crazy-busy, but I'm hoping I get to meet her fairly soon. Even if she can't stand me, It'd be sort of nice to get out and meet someone new (even if I already know her), as I've nt really been a part of that whole human society thing in a long time.

My mother said she'd send me to Vegas with my Dad for my 21st birthday. It seems really cool, but I'm having second thoughts. I mean, not because my dad is going (fuck, he'll be at a slot machine with his bad hip and a cup of quarters, I've no doubt) but because *GASP* I feel like the money could be better spent buying me some basic essentials. You know, a bed. A computer that works. (Not really essential...) I dunno. After Erika's sort of negative reaction to the whole thing on multiple fronts, I've sort of lost interest.

I should try to get a job, use my brothers bike to get down to the shopping center around the Cine' Capri. Save up some money. I dunno. When I get tired I see my life as a window, an enourmas world passing by, and I'm limited by the little frame. I wouldnt' mind working at that Wine place, probably, or the bookstore. Someplace quiet I can read or at least think. Write a little. I work best on my own projects when I'm slacking off at work.

Which probably bothers you a little, but it's all I can do.

Sleep.
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W00t is me. [15 Aug 2004|03:52am]
[ mood | anxious ]

Not able to sleep, not a bit, even, and it's closing in on Four-O-Clock. This kind of thing happens more now than it used to, but at least this time I can say "Oh, well, I didn't sleep well last night, and then I drank all that Mountain Dew so it's only natural I'd be unable to sleep."

The more I write about Silus, the more it becomes a Quixodyssey. I've thought about having a giant monstrous space entity that sort of POOFS Silus into an extra-dimensional pocket and menaces him with his one red glowing near-sighted eye, and failing to connect with his writhing tentacles because of a serious lack of depth perception. This sort of thing makes me laugh.

Maybe I'll get enough money from my parents to buy Erika's present. If not, I'll have to come up with something else as good. I really, sometimes, regret not having a steady income so I can do things like buy presents and go out to eat...or, hell, even stay in and eat. Then, though, I realize I've got it pretty good, and, until that all collapses, why shouldn't I do what makes me happy? Rarely do people get that chance. I'm not only doing it for myself, baby, it's for a thousand wall-eyed wage slaves.

Sure, whatever keeps you on the couch, son.

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