I'll get you next time, Gadget.... Next time!!

I want to fight, feel a solid blow to my face. I want to feel one to drive their fist into my stomach. Lay into me with all their rage and furry. Experience the exhaustion from pushing oneself to the limits of endurance. For years now I have resolved situations with words. For years now I have held myself relatively in check. For years I pushed down that want to inflict pain for the reasons of self preservation. For years I have been unfulfilled. Every day in the wild animals fight for their survival, they define their character and make the best of who they are. We forget sometimes and hide behind our logic, but down in our deepest core we are still animals. We are the forgotten children of nature bound to roam the earth making a vain attempt at normalcy and we are always let down. After a short life lead without much meaning I am left with the want to fight, to bleed and to strive for something real.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of worlds

It came to me in a dream, and I forgot it in another dream

Mist rolls over a gravel road. The light from a full moon lights up the world, preforming it's best impression of the sun. The sudden appearance of headlights spook some deer grazing in a near by field. The car fishtails violently before screeching to a stop. Both men in the car are whipped back into their seats. The driver laughs uncontrollably," boy that was a close one", he remarks to the passenger, the passenger remains silent. "Oh come on..." he says, "don't be that way I hate when you don't talk". The driver turns to his passenger saying,"You should be happy we finally did it and know there is no need to worry problems and cares there all gone for the both of us, I mean look at it look at what we've done" the driver motions to the back seat and the bags containing the money from the bank robbery they had just committed. "That job was the best we've pulled eh Franky", he says looking at his partner as he opens the door and proceeds to get out. "Too bad it was our last we would have had a lot of fun man, a lot of fun". He slowly makes his way around the car to the passenger side. The door is riddled with bullet holes, his partner is slumped in his seat. The man rips the door open, leaning over his partner he unbuckles the seatbelt. Grabbing the body he heaves, pulling out then rolling the lifeless corpse into the ditch. Brushing the dust off his clothes he makes his way back to the drivers side. " Oh boy I love this song", says the man as he sits back in the drivers seat. He puts the car into gear and takes off all thats left behind is a cloud of dust, some tire tracks and the body of a man named Franky.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

Stick a pin in a blowfish and watch it pop

Alarm clock goes off, hit the snooze button for those extra five minute that never last. Wake up again focus on the clock, you're late always late. You can never have enough time. Turn on the shower, hot steam in your cold bathroom. Stare in the mirror look at your eyes for signs of life. Shower, towel off, get dressed. Check your watch your still late never enough time for you. Backpack, cellphone, and keys everything you need is on your person. Lock up run to the elevator, wait, wait, waiting forever and never seems to change. Car keys, start the engine leave your home behind. Red light and green means go speed have to rush to make it. Two blocks from work think up a good excuse for being late. Get to work get in trouble once again, tell your boss it will never happen again, once again. Push your self do your best but it's never good enough. Finish up leave your drive to your happy home. Watch a show for an hour you eat a simple meal, then off to bed you set your clock you let your body heal. Wide awake you lay in bed and think those simple thoughts, the ones that keep you up at night they never let you rest.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

Flying V for vendetta

The tops of trees stunted by years of poor growth pop out of a hillside covered by years of rock slides. I sit next to a glacial river reminiscing upon the journey that has brought me this far up a mountain path. Eating a simple meal wondering why the same simple meal had never given me the pleasure when it was made at home. Even after getting back and preparing everything in the same manner the food could never rival that meal in the pass. At the time I thought that I had covered every point ,and detail. I however didn't take into account for the cold, the damp, and the strain the I had encountered to get to that meal. One always hears the expression, "to stop and smell the roses". To a man who smells roses on a daily basis another rose smells like just any other, another man who cleans up manure for his livelihood would have a differing point of view. The man who constantly is smelling the roses has his senses dulled, all the joy that would normally be brought by something simple like the smell is no longer there. What ever action this man takes it never again rivals the first rose.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

My little pony

I stick my hands out I can feel the air on my finger tips, and blowing through my hair. I'm reminded of a day when I was happy. Careless and watching the tie roll in on the beach. The sun warm on my skin. Surrounded by beauty and pleasant and caring people. I smile content with my decision. I look at my outstretched hand, from here I feel as though I could touch anything. From here I can see into infinity and I realize how insignificant this world is. The street lights slowly turn on below me as the sun sinks into the horizon. I see the expressions of disbelief in the faces of people as they rush to the window. The endless skyline fades, replaced now by the near by buildings. Every thing is moving faster, to fast to see. I close my eyes and think my thoughts. I open my mouth "Bullseye"... my body hits the escalade that was parked below.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

Your problem now

A brilliant blue light, the sering pain burns through his arm. Scarlet is such a beautiful color he thinks to himself as he sees blood pour out of the remnants of his arm. A haze envelops his vision giving everything a heavenly glow.
Now collapsed on the ground gasping for breath, taking in more dirt then air. He struggles for a moment the rolls over on his back. Gazing at the stars he feels his chest slowly fill with his own bodies fluids. A dark and blurry figure stands above him. He can't see who it is but somehow he knows who it.
A cold steel blade is plunged into his shoulder. He coughs and sprays blood, moaning in pain. "I don't know why your not dead", the figure says. The blade is ripped out and once again thrust into him, this time into his stomach, "but, I'm enjoying every second of it!" exclaims the figure. The figure takes a seat next to him in the tall cool grass. Between the sharp pains caused by his breath he feels the index finger of the figure swirling around on his chest playing with the blood. He heard the occasional contented giggle come from the figure. Sitting, playing ,and pleased with the job they had done.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

A Sixty Dollar Value!!

The air is warm and humid. Voices fill the room one mans words slowly trespass on another's. The faint sent of a meal just finished still in the air. I slowly and carefully way through the crowd. People who I don't know coming up to me, making the comments that one can only make when talking to a child. "You've gotten so big", one says , "and how old are you?" another asks. Every comment met with the same response, a shrug followed by covering my face a bit with the top of my shirt and the warm on my cheeks as I start to blush.
Quickly I move to some one familiar. My brother in the corner signals for me to come over. We head to to door, dressing ourselves in our winter snow suits that cause us to resemble miniature versions of the State Puff Marshmallow man. Stepping out the door the cold nips an the exposed parts of my face. The sky is black except for the faint shots of white that are distant stars. The snow is powder and I wade waist deep through banks of snow. Looking up to the sky I gaze in to infinity, and lights of green and yellow dance for my amusement.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

It's was plants crave

Blood bursts from the swollen brow. One mans fist slams into another mans skull over and over. A blind furry driven by the cheer and roar of a crowd. A scene out of the Colosseum of old Rome. One man to face another for little more than glory. Ah the good old days were public spectacle such as this was use to harden the average person and mold them to the ways of and uncaring brutish state. If only we could get those lovely days of bloody glory back...
Fortunately for those who wish to desensitize and numb them selves to the suffering of others there is UFC. Yes, the Ultimate Fighting Championship or UFC has what you want. Now recently it has come to my attention that a few of my friends watch this garbage. Honestly I find this type of thing to be complete load of crap. Is this the peek of human intelligence and society. For fuck sake we are less then a few decades away from setting foot on another planet and this is the only thing that can entertain us. I find this sport if one can call it that to be repulsive and several steps back in a logical thought process. You know maybe Mike Judge wasn't to far off when he made the movie Idiocracy. Then again I may be a bit harsh, I mean what is our world without excessive violence.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of worlds

More please

A man hits his wife, a teenage girl sticks her finger down her throat, a man stands at a meeting says his name and that there is nothing he can do. My father hit my mother when I was a child, society says I should be skinny, it's a disease... (Situations above and the excuses below)
I love how people justify their actions blaming a problem on something or someone else. What happened to pride? What happened to honor? I wish that the world would grow up and take responsibility for their actions and taking the consequences. When ever I hear those excuses it makes me angry. These people don't want understanding they want pity, oh and they get it too. I want to be clear, they are putting bullshit on your plate and you are eating it with a smile. A small child a few years ago was playing with hit dog in a park. The child sends the dog down a slide, the dog's leash somehow became entangled the dog strangled to death under it's own weight. The boy devastated at the loss of his dog runs home, telling his mother that some teens came up and killed the dog. Now the mother phones the police telling them what happened to her son and dog. This news moves quickly to the local media, this then becomes a national story. From across the country letters of outrage pour into the local tourism office about these nonexistent teens and their nonexistent act. Three days later crying on camera the boy admits the truth. The boy didn't kill the dog it was an accident, yet he felt the need to lie to hide himself from possible consequences. This is what the world is now. You wanted your beautiful lie you got it... I hope that you like the taste of your bullshit as you shovel it into you big grinning face.
As always I remain,
the Destroyer of Worlds

Well hello there

A fireball rips through night sky. A crater in a bare field. No spectators this time no one to greet this traveler from his long journey. He stands though battered and bruised. Every breath of cold air he takes causes him to wince, he smirks, the thought that his body is telling him to stop doing something so necessary causes him to so. Thrusting his hands and feet into the side of the crater one after the other he begins to climb out of the hole he himself created.
After what feels like hours he flings his now mud covered body over the rime of the crater. Again on his feet he scans the horizon. The jet black sky gives way to an eerie orange glow thrown off of street lights from a nearby city. Walking toward the lights, the haunting call of a pack of scavengers can be heard nearby. Sneaking around just out of sight drawn to the think scent of blood from a wounded animal. He smiles baring all his teeth after all their time in the wild the still don't know who's predator and who is the prey. Turning away from the light he strikes down his would be attackers. Finishing his deed he continues on his way, the sticky feeling of blood now on his fingers, the silence and the darkness protecting his back as he marches on the light...

Thats it for now,
The Destroyer of worlds