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Sunday, April 27th, 2003

Subject:I need feedback on these
Time:1:39 am.
Mood: indescribable.
Music:Metallica Fade to Black.
The night sky passed above with a rumble, clouds mottled the view raggedly revealing and unrevealing the moons shallow presence. Most did not notice the winds warmth or appreciate the beauty of it all, but others who did appreciate what was happening had the good sense to do it from indoors. To the east dark grey clouds blew in with a rumble that carried on the wind, their meaning soaked, laden with foreboding, and then came the drops. The amber glow of a cigarette marred the man’s night vision as he leaned casually against a cross bearing headstone. He was not unattractive by earthly standards, and he was aware of this fact that often he used in his favor. He stood no more than six feet tall and his weight was complimentary to his height, his shoulders broad and his face handsomely determined. The wind picked up again whipping his raven colored hair around into his face as he glanced around, the motorists on the small rural highway unaware of his presence not twenty paces from the road, he looked up as the drops fell from the heavens to the earth, The Heavens he thought aloud. Five years had passed since his fall from grace, he had not been sent out of rage, of disobedience or of violence, but out of choice. It was his vain opposition that caused his fall, his inability to conform to the rules made by those above. And now here he was, the world below, watching the lives of countless souls meander around their short seemingly pointless lives, apparently unaware of the real happenings past, future or worse the present ones that lay hidden within the folds of deceit. He looked forth onto the road and with a careless flick of his cigarette he moved out of the small cemetery and began to walk along the dark highway again. The rain beat against him as he folded his long black coat around him and huddled a bit as he walked. Moving along the shaded interstate and realizing the restlessness he felt growing below, he chided himself for not taking a part in what he was created to participate in. It was just one regret, one in which he’d had since he descended to this plane of existence. Allowing his hand to find the Heckler and Koch USP 45 under his jacket he moved on, pressing forth with the determination that he could make his fall from grace more rational by doing right by these souls who had no knowledge of the happenings that would end so many of them.

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It was normal of the night to pass this way, people come and people go she thought as she walked to remove the coffee cups from the table bar by the window. It had been some time since anyone of note had been in her life, she had been absent from the feelings of desire for seemingly ages, the lonely thought of customers coming and going and the wonder of if they would be back to keep her company settled in the back of her mind. The clock chimed to let the inhabitance of the store know of the hour, which barely touched five o’clock in the evening. A sweet smile touched her lips as a store regular popped through the door at this hour and tipped his hat with a smile while removing his rain soaked jacket and placing it on the antique coat rack next to the wooden archway that separated the bleak and cruel world from the store. A clatter came from behind as another customer bumped the cart she had been placing dirty dishes in this evening, she moved them to the small kitchen area and handed them off to and elderly yet able looking man that had worked at the store for nearly as long as she had been alive. The man was a large one, standing over most at six and a half feet tall; his build was a gruff and boisterous as his normal voice which carried boomingly over most people’s standard yell. A soldiers tattoo rested on his forearm a reminder of events that occurred in back in late 1963, he never talked about it, but through the caring personality everyone had come to love from this man the pain in his eyes could be seen if looked into hard enough. She smiled and touched his arm, which earned her a smile and a wink back, moving back to the window seat which she often drank coffee at to reflect on happenings and feelings she sat, and stared out into the dark world that she lived in. Traffic clogged the streets, people ranted as the moved crowded through the sidewalks and stores in the area. Unhappy that was the only word she could use to describe the way people in this city acted and in turn reacted to everyone around them. Her beautiful steel blue eyes drifted over the waves of people that walked hastily about, she moved the auburn locks of hair from her face with the graceful movement of her hand and sipped at her coffee tuning out the world and at the same time trying to appreciate what she could feel was once beautiful in thought and now perverted into the shape it has taken today.

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A chuckle was all that he received in response to his findings, it wasn’t often that he was praised but this wasn’t some useful tidbit of information that he had passed forth. It was the key, the key in which would be needed to open the locks and seals like flood gates to the next plane, the one where humans dwelled, where the milled around the earth with their pointless lives, their petty differences and their lack of wisdom that they so proudly coveted for some reason or other. The dark one with the wave of his hand, the thoughts and plan entered the lesser beings head. It was clear, he was being sent to earth ahead of time to make certain preparations that would in fact seal what was to come.

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It was over… with a clap of thunder and a bright flash, it was over, before it had even knowingly escalated into a situation that he could not seemingly control, the demon’s eyes narrowed and his hands gripped the wound that oozed a form of blood and sinew in his chest as he began to crumple to the ground, his last sight was a dark man in a black trench coat with an unshaven rugged appearance and a white collar pointing a large revolver back to the ground smoke rolling from the barrel. A smirk crossed the dark mans face as the demonic form crumpled to the ground, he made a quick cross like motion with the smoking barrel of his Taurus Raging Bull 454 Casull and spoke a quick and to the point prayer before lighting a cigarette. His thoughts were bleak, it was normal for him to kill demons, evil priests, monsters and other unholy agents of the plane below, but not this often… it was as if someone left the door unlocked with a note to make themselves at home. He grumbled taking a long puff off the cigarette and stroking his impressively handsome face to itch the discomfort of his five o’clock shadow. He would get around to shaving…maybe. He placed the large revolver back into the shoulder holster underneath his coat and began the walk out of the large park that lay in the center of this grand metropolis. He looked around at the hookers, drug dealers, pimps and other forms of criminals that littered the streets along the walk back to his church, the thought always crossed his mind wasn’t he, in a way, a criminal too? The thought was not dismissed as fast as it should have been for him, he would think on it more after he got out of the rain.
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Saturday, April 26th, 2003

Subject:the day is won.
Time:9:25 am.
Mood: determined.
Music:Riders of Rohan.
It has been some time since I actually wrote anything here. Ill have to be better about that. Anyway I kind of feel like a dick I made a person feel so bad about how pathetic they were they ran away and arent coming back online. Oh well they deserved it, they were bagging on people that were less (in their opinion) than them and so i put a stop to it and made the girl realize she wasnt everythign shethought she was....truth hurts doesnt it. now there are the others to deal with, and they are not making it easy, ill writeback soon.
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Thursday, April 24th, 2003

Subject:This is to Lunamoonfaerie, I hope you get this
Time:2:33 pm.
Interesting comment on trailer park people, you know I lived in one when i was a kid when my parents and I didnt have a whole lot of money. You know i have also seen a whole lot of traler parks that are gated communities and are very nice places. Keep this in mind most of those people OWN those tralers, do you own anything? no you are a renter. Another thing as I have told you in chat, you need to quit bagging on people about your looks. You are NOT all that. When I was dating if you hit on me I would have chuckled and walked away. you call others pathetic....please you are the one that is pathetic. What kind of moron gives and infant a peanut butter stick and thinks that is ok? are you really that stupid? If you are you should be locked up to keep humanity safe from you. You people are the bane of society, the ones that think they are beautiful, talented and smart, but contribute nothing at all to society. Now with all that said Quit bagging on people its unbecomming when you dont have any right to do it. If you were a gorgeous girl and such I wouldnt care so much...but get over yourself you arent beautiful, nor are you smart, witty or talented. Oh and the maturity subject, please...you think all your smartass comments are mature? and calling yourself gorgeous all the time is mature? no thats called concieted and childish...the exact opposite of anything that composes ones maturity. remember "apathy is the glove in which evil slips its hand" I know you will probably need someone to explain that too you and it doesn suprise me. now that I have said my piece, ill be off. oh wait I have only been condesending I need to be truely rude....Here it goes....Do humanity and the genepool a favor and off yourself now while there is still hope for the human race as a whole.
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Subject:This is to Lunamoonfaerie, I hope you get this
Time:2:33 pm.
Mood: accomplished.
Music:Riders of Rohan.
Interesting comment on trailer park people, you know I lived in one when i was a kid when my parents and I didnt have a whole lot of money. You know i have also seen a whole lot of traler parks that are gated communities and are very nice places. Keep this in mind most of those people OWN those tralers, do you own anything? no you are a renter. Another thing as I have told you in chat, you need to quit bagging on people about your looks. You are NOT all that. When I was dating if you hit on me I would have chuckled and walked away. you call others pathetic....please you are the one that is pathetic. What kind of moron gives and infant a peanut butter stick and thinks that is ok? are you really that stupid? If you are you should be locked up to keep humanity safe from you. You people are the bane of society, the ones that think they are beautiful, talented and smart, but contribute nothing at all to society. Now with all that said Quit bagging on people its unbecomming when you dont have any right to do it. If you were a gorgeous girl and such I wouldnt care so much...but get over yourself you arent beautiful, nor are you smart, witty or talented. Oh and the maturity subject, please...you think all your smartass comments are mature? and calling yourself gorgeous all the time is mature? no thats called concieted and childish...the exact opposite of anything that composes ones maturity. remember "apathy is the glove in which evil slips its hand" I know you will probably need someone to explain that too you and it doesn suprise me. now that I have said my piece, ill be off. oh wait I have only been condesending I need to be truely rude....Here it goes....Do humanity and the genepool a favor and off yourself now while there is still hope for the human race as a whole.
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Sunday, April 13th, 2003

Subject:an Utter Finality which Drives me.....
Time:1:53 am.
Mood: contemplative.
Music:Metallica Fade to Black.
I found that passage in a book earlier in the day, it struck me as uncomfortably true. Everything in our lives is a futile attempt to disuade, enlong, or cheat the finality of life itself. Odd that someone would put this in a book not many people like knowing the truth, most in fact love to live by the whole "ignorance is bliss" statement and just drone off in society milling about thier lives ignoring the grand picture that is before them. I will write more later I must ponder some things
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Friday, April 11th, 2003

Subject:The Day is Won.
Time:4:41 pm.
Mood:Oddly Content.
Music:Tom Petty.
its odd how things work out in life. Here I was thinking that I had made the irredeemable mistake... Fortunatly for me my persistence (since we know it was not my charm) paid off and the love of my life has forgiven me. I do not know why she did it except for the obvious reason of that her love for me is the same, by all rights she could have never spoke to me again and I would have forced myself to understand her point of view (the bane of being logical). "Many things can build a man but something as simple as the change of a pattern can topple all that has been created and founded by the man." a smart man thought this up and it holds true to most situations that man finds himself in...or should I say puts himself in...Its odd to me that most people including myself spends so much time building something up and so much energy into keeping things alive that in one fell stroke he jepardizes it all. I do not know why or what stops this, as far as I can figure it is nothing more than human nature, or guy nature. At any rate I have regained what I have lost and am thankful for it.
As far as the death of my friend in Iraq, I do not know if fate would have been different if I were there with him, it is arrogant to think so at face value, however tilley and I were very good and determining each others moves and working with each other. most soldiers these days spend more time bitching about each other than being teammates, in a firefight, that will get you one thing, in a 7 foot long pine box with an american flag draped over it. I am beginning to deal with his death and wish I could see him put in the ground but unfortuantly cannot make it. I have spoken with his wife and told her how sorry I was and how I wish I could have been there, she thanked me and then I let her go...I will check in on her from time to time.....
The phone call shocked me with a jolt of reality to help with my logical thinking, I do not fear death, I however fear failing my children, and the shaken voice that was tilleys wife startled me into a daydream of my wife in all black my children standing before her and all the people I knew huddled around a black box while some no name politician handed her a flag with the hollow words "on behalf of a grateful nation and a proud army" these are not words that I would want to be remembered by, but at the same time the hold an amout of honor that is un-paralleled by any other form of honor.
Something to think about...
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Thursday, April 10th, 2003

Subject:The Past and the present
Time:4:43 pm.
Mood: guilty.
Music:Moonlight Sonata.
In my past there have been things that I have done that I am not proud of, i assume that it is this way for everyone in the world. Most people this day in age have skeletons in their closet, where mine were obtained under the direction of others, why listen you ask...its simple duty is the answer. At any rate the situations was handled in a very efficient manner, I however could have had the same efficiency in a less brutal and final matter but I did not care at the time. It changed the way people loked at me when they learned of my actions. But I found a way to justify it and it still haunts me. There was a man named Ryan Long that was with me when this all happened, he was like me a specialist, and a good friend we all called him "Tilley" tilley was my battle buddy in training, my friend after training, however the government split us up, not unusual for such things to happen, especially when dealing with the military. I unfortunatly was injured and am now out of the army, this is not my swish but apparently I cannot change this fact. The otherday i was scanning the Coalition casualties list, Tilley's name was on it, he died in action in northern Iraq, and I was not there. I dont know why i blame myself or why in my mind i can bring myself to believe that his fate would have been different if I was there. But I cannot change the way I feel about it.
As for the present i have placed myself in another situation that I unfortunatly handled more tactically than judgementally... This has cost me a woman that I love, I would like to think that I can fix this but I am not sure if i can. the Truth of the matter is I hadndled it with utter cold efficienty based on what is turning out to be bad intelligence. If she does happen to read this I would hope that she realizes that she is my life, the one I love and more than anything the only person that I trusted to listen and be there, even if I didnt take advantage of it very often it was still nice knowing that there was some that loved me for what I am, and not question the things ive done because of what they are.
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