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Apr. 10th, 2015

Defy Fate

Jesus christ.

This still exists.

How many of you do?

Dec. 3rd, 2008

Defy Fate

Giant writes non-gothy poetry humanity makes this face o.0

Birth Pangs


Tiny particle of matter


Fusion of protons,


Create Deuterium,

Helium and Hydrogen.


Radiation gives us a clue

To our birth       

Our creation

We are all made of star matter.



Without conscious thought I seek

To fulfill my hunger.

As I stumble, I may appear meek

Reverting to when I was younger


Milky Eyes search for a victim

Even though my flesh decays

I still follow that unspoken dictum

Grasping blindly with fingers that have turned grey


Having been long dead

I have no specific wants

Besides finding someone fresh to shred.



Penned by Phill

Prior to Pamela

Pursued in Poland

Patrolled at Philadelphia

Pardoned by Pythia

Plied for Prayer

Perfected by Patience



To err is nature

To fight is to make it right

My prerogative



Nov. 26th, 2008

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Its me

How are you?

I'm good, just married. Pics to come.

I have missed y'all

Good to be back where I can see

What you all have been up too.

I'm at work.

More later,

Nov. 24th, 2008

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Feb. 13th, 2007

Defy Fate

A scifi Story parts 2. and 3.

Feb. 4th, 2007

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"Why are you just sitting there?"
"Get the fuck up and and move!"
"Your to slow! Move your fucking ass!'
"Don't give me that look! I'll wipe it off your smug little face!"
Pain, the crashing of hard knuckles driven by a machinists forearms. Blood. The screaming of your mother, wishing she would just shut the fuck up and let it happen. It will end faster if she stays out of it. If she just for once stayed out of it. He grabs you by your ear and there is a sudden sharp throbbing and more blood as he rips out the new silver stud in your earlobe. He knee drives into your stomach and air flee's your lungs, that vortex of nausea filling you as you fall to your knees.
You know there are not that many days until you can bail, so you bite your lip, swallow your pain and hide your sorrow.  But he keeps pushing, harder and harder each day because he knows it as well. Each day it gets a bit worse until one day you are sure he is going to kill you. So you stand up to him, and he swings. You take it and you stare at him with a cold murderous rage in his eyes. You don't make a sound, you don't blink you just hide the throbbing of your jaw and you stare. He hugs you for it, and tells you he is proud...You are disgusted and realize for the first time, that you are not him.

Jan. 8th, 2007

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Stuff, Hopefully LJ cut works

Ok, at a computer. Friends house. Been writing alot, the second link below is a story been working on. Very basic, havn't added much detail and only got one chapter so far. But let me know what you think. The third  link is in jest, so don't take it to seriously. The first link is well...you'll see.

Jan. 4th, 2007

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Enough Introspective crap, Now for something completely different.

I can still see you shinning,
Shinning up on that stage,
The spotlight showing,
For you it was made,
But me, I sat aside watching from my cage,

So many people told you,
Told you, you were great,
That the same words I spoke sounded hollow,
You burn so brightly,
Your gifts so great
That all I can do
Is stand in your shadow
And from a distance follow.

No matter what I do,
Or what I say
It will never be enough to receive the love
You give to the world
But even so....
At your side I will stay.

I try to make you understand,
Understand how I feel
But you give so much of yourself
That there is little left for me.

I can only hope,
That a time will come
When you need,
Need my love
And all I have to give.

But right now I sit,
I sit in the crowd
And watch you shine
Watch you give yourself
To the world.

Jan. 3rd, 2007

Defy Fate

Voice Post: Wed, Jan. 3rd, 2007, 03:00 am

942K 4:54
“(( Read, or listen to, previous post before this one. ))

For long posts, this doesn't give you nearly enough time. There's just a little bit more, but I think it's important to complete what I was saying.

I actually wrote something that basically is for each of those people. What it says is the same thing I feel for each of those persons. It's not good. It has no structure to it, but it's important... And it makes me feel really goofy to read it, but I'm going to put aside my concern for how it makes me look and read it anyways. And it goes...

Can't sleep
Thoughts racing through my mind
Can't see
You standing there staring down at me
Can't cry
The last of the tears has already dried
Can't talk
Cuz my throat closed when I tried to explain what I need

Where are the words to explain how I feel?
Lost in the transition between my mind and my tongue
How do I find a way to escape
when the path to salvation is covered in glass?

Can't remember
What it used to be like between us
Can't find
Anyplace better to be
Can't dream
Of a world without you

...That's... pretty much it. I think it's incomplete, but it's not going anywhere. This isn't something I'm gonna keep. It's just something I felt that the people needed to hear, for the couple of them... for two of them who I know still go onto my journal every once in a while... but, I do hope to hear from them.

I guess that's it... I dunno... I just want to thank everybody who's stuck through... stuck through me being a chaotic emotional mess and also a dumbass... I mean, that's pretty much what I was, was a huge dumbass. And I still don't know why people stuck through it. I mean, what makes me special? I'm sure there's other people out there who deserve the kind of dedication that others give me... Maybe they see something I don't. I mean... I dunno... I really don't know... Everything confuses me lately. Reading through the journal has made me question a lot of stuff about how I came to be who I am today. I dunno... I say that a lot, I do, but I mean... everybody deserves a thank you. The people I listed, you know, Christina, Brooke, and Tiffany. But also Adrian and Phoenix. They were both there to support me many times. I don't know... I'm at work, so I really can't attach myself to this post with the emotion I'd like to, cuz that would look kind of odd... I guess I'm gonna leave it at that, but if you listen to this post first, go back and listen to the one just below this one, cuz that gives this one... it makes this one make sense. I mean, anybody can listen to it. All my posts have been public. I mean, I've never made anything on my journal private. I felt that was important. But I want Christina, and I want Brooke, and if Tiffany glances at this I want her to listen to it as well, because it's important. It's VERY important that those people understand what I'm trying to say. And that's it... I guess, goodbye.”

Transcribed by: rustrose
Defy Fate

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“where it says from the start.the very first post was about 2004 should be from the start to 2004.”

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