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ERIC

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About Me

nineTo become one of the night life one must first get a life. I sulk through the shadows not hiding but finding comfort in nights cold embrace. From one dark patch to the next I weave and glide hoping that I might meet some other tormented soul that understands my sorrowful song. To find comfort in solitude and silence without the hinderance of the busy populace buzzing in my ear. When will they understand that none of this so called world matters? Every notion and thought that crosses ones mind in a uncollected movement without direction, muddles ones sense of being. The world poisons the minds of the masses so that the true meaning escapes our simple minded grasp of life. Or lack of? Classic ERIC........For all the ERICs....Your my peeps yo..

My Interests

Right now its the middle east. I feel that I must some how find a way to contribute to the poor situation over there that was started 5 years ago. So how do I get there? The army. Yes many of you would consider it folly, possibly even making it worse but I would disagree. The war and soldiers have a bad rap but what if one of them started showing compassion for his fellow man? Do you think that maybe it would make a difference? The original name of the war is operation Iraqi freedom. That means the poor crushed civilians are supposed to be reaping the benefits of this ordeal. Instead they find themselves crushed between militant factions, several in fact and our troops. We need to show the people over there that we care about their well being. People have told me that by the time I am done basic and have had my special training for my super secret stuff it will be over and the senate will be withdrawing troops. Not gonna happen. Sorry, Not one country that we have gone to war with has gone unoccupied. For instance ww2 Germany and Japan both still have major US military facilities. Plans for 2 bases and a giant Embassy are in the works to keep Iran sweating. So dont kid yourselves about us leaving.

I'd like to meet:

My own self as a child. I would tell myself many things that others did not. Not to hinder my young mind from absorbing the many facts of being, but to prepare for the lie called life. Some time I look around and wonder if life is really supposed to be like this. What I am doing dose not seem right for who I am, trapped in some limbo, tick tocking away my limited excistance. And when its over who will care? Maybe some who knew me but then who will care about them? It just seems to me that we are all in a ever shrinking cycle that will some day blink out and all of the things that ever happened in our world would have been for. Man I am depressing.

Music:

I love the real classics. Led zepplin.doors.jimmi.pinkfloyd.beetles,ect.... As far as now music.....how much time do you have?

Movies:

Sci fi, anime. So many. The list is daunting. And I am way too lazy to type it all.

Television:

Simpsons,Samuri Jack,Dexters laboritory,cowboybebop, family guy, Most things contraversial.

Books:

Stomp stomp stomp. The crush of thousands of feet march over the bones of the departed. The spiked soles of the boots pound them into the dust from whence they came. The thunder echos over the ruined charred landscape. Dark red clouds fill a sky of ash and soot. I can hardly see the shadow of a man marching in front of me. The matallic tinge of blood is still fresh in my mouth from the wounds I inflicted on the hated scurge of this dusty dead land. Children stare with hollow dead eyes at the would be saviors who had consumed all before them. Our fear and anger has made all a suspect. There is no trust. There is no longer black and white but gray haze with tinges of innocent blood. I hear weeping in a dark shelled out hovel. My heart lurches knowing the many sins I am guilty of committing. All I want is a better world. All I see is bitter sorrow.

Heroes:

Skeletor. The guy should have gotten a break. I wish my name was Skeletor. Yeah then all of the other kids would respect me. As I ground them into powder under my cloven heel My eyes would glisten with a fiendish light as I chew their bones with sick delight.

My Blog

stone heart

A slow groaning echos through a chamber of dark. Light cannot penatrate here. A cold breeze stirs the cobwebs that droop from the rafters, they pulse back and forth like a invisible current. The air...
Posted by ERIC on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

nine

To become one of the night life one must first get a life. I sulk through the shadows not hiding but finding comfort in nights cold embrace. From one dark patch to the next I weave and glide hoping t...
Posted by ERIC on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST