There is a point in ones mind where thought ends and only action lives. My point is that tiny blur in the center of a target. Its the small head of a person down wind. I exist there. I thrive in that spot. I am the rain. The rain of brass on the floor. The thunderous blast from my rifle. The storm of fear in those eyes. You can't stop the rain. Shove the clip in. Click. Caulk the gun. Click. Safety off. Click. Trigger ready. Click. All there is, all there ever was. Its in there. In that blur. My heart pauses. I am nothing. I nudge the trigger. "boom"

"When I'm there I can see, I mean really see. Past men and money and rats that scavenge the red earth. I forget about the bullets and blood. I'm not like most. Most are afraid. They fight to live, so they're buddies can live."

The Sargent put down his pen and raised his eyes at me.
"What do you fight for then."He said in a low voice.

"Nothing, sir." I said with my head between my hands. "I'm not afraid. Not because of bravery, but because I don't think I can die. My head takes over and I'm immortal."

"What about your comrades."

"As bad as the enemy some days"

"What about our country"

"No"

"Humanity"

"I dont feel human"

He whispered "What about that little girl"

My eyes forced opened.
He leaned forward "I saw your face son when you were pulled in out of that place."
He lit his cigar "Your mouth was gaping. Your eyes were wide."

I stood and roared "And what makes humanity any less atrocious than them"

"listen to me. I cant stop them from doing things like that. You can. save the guilty along with the weak and we will deal with them later. If humanity is gone, so are you."

I stood and walked away. "When they are gone, so am I. After this war I plan to leave."

"Fine, thats just fine."

Kae whispered through the com in my ear. "Are you going to leave me to"
I smiled softly "No, we're stuck together."
"forever" she said as she appeared in my hands holo-console.
"Till the universe falls on its ass."

2:41

"what are you thinking"
"Its late."
"To late?."
"Never to late."
I rolled my head over at my alarm clock. It displayed the time in big red blocks.
Canti shook his head slowly in the corner. "Obsessive, truly grotesque."
"What is?"
"Time. Just the offspring of humanity's obsession with death."
I looked at him then turned my head back at the time.
"But I have to wake up."
I rested my head back.
light glinted off of Canti's round glasses.
"But you haven't finished your dream"

The written song

Damn I need to write.

"Standing at existences edge, small red pebbles tumbled down. Alomn sighed and looked toward the rusted sky. 'When can I stop, when can I forget.' He mumbled at the space above and raised his flask infront of his view. He tipped it, letting the amber content pour out and sparkle in the sun lig..."

"ANDREW"
I raised my head from my scribbled thoughts.
"hmmmm" I mumbled.
Mr. Groes slapped his hands on my desk in fury and yelled, "Are you stupid. Do you want to pass."
I just stared at him. I had heard those words before and knew that there was no answer. Mr. Groes turned away and resumed talking about the reason of life. "you know that's just like him, always talking about and about, but never answering the question." A voice beside me said, "you know why friend?"

"Why" I whispered.
He replied, "because he has no life."
I turned my head, "or maybe you have high standards of life."
"Maybe" He raised his head but his face was covered in shadow beneath his hooded sweatshirt. The only thing I could see was the glare off his glasses.

Class ended, as it usually does, around 5:00. I walked home along a narrow path of cement squares.
"Hello again friend."
The hooded boy from before said.
"Why do you do this Canti" I replied.
"Do what."
"You, always talking to me during class."
"Would you rather I not talk?"
"I'd rather you not get me yelled at."
"And why not."
"Its a hassle."
"You should learn to like hassles or you'll die young."
"Oh is that tr...."
I was cut off when something creaped out from the shadow of a tree. It was dog like in shape, but much larger. It had no solid form and grinned with a mouth full of dagger-like teeth. Dark mist rose from its back.
Fear ran through my veins and pierced my brain.
"Don't look like that Andrew." Canti grinned beneath the shade of his hood. Small swords fell out of his sleves, as if materialized. Canti leapt up and placed one foot on my shoulder. Then he rocketed off twourd the beast in front of us a sunk his blade into its head. Thick black smoke spewed out of the wound. It swung a large dark tendral at Canti and threw him to the side.
"Kill it, KILL IT." I screamed
Canti looked up at me. "I can't."
my eyes lept out of focus. "can I".
My finger creapt over a small trigger.
My palm rested on a handle.
I forced a bullet into its eye.

"AAAH" my head rose up and I found my self in my room.

Sunday {incomplete}

I never thought my life would change. Day in and day out, the same thing. I'd go to work and sit there in my own comfortable rolling chair. Like a good little monkey I would consentrate on mindless forms and listen to the "personel manager" tell me the purpose of life.
This was my life. Then it ended.
I remember when I was twelve my grampa died in his sleep. I remember the word he wrote on his note pad. The word was burned into my skull. It was the only thing i remembered as the sun crashed into the earth. I ramed my head against it and i bled from my eyes as the word became my only purpose. STARCRADLE

My eyes opened.
Small talk came from the corner of my mind.
"Where did he come from"
"I dont know, sir, he just was there wen I turned me head"
I was laying down on the floor, which was cold and metalic. A woman was standing to my side. I couldn't see her face, but her hair was short and black. Close to the woman was a small man with gray skin and a face like a turtle. I slowly sat up and spoke. "mmmuuammrrrrggg" For some reason my mouth wasnt working to well.
I tryed again "Wwwware....mmmmm ay"
The woman turned to me, and I could see her face now. She had eyes that were as dark as her hair. While she was fairly attractive, she was also stern and cold.
"You are on the Bryer, my unwanted guest, and I am its captain." The captain said as she raised a revolver from her side. "Who might you be, and why you be on my ship"
"Ship? You mean like a boat?" I questioned
" A boat lad? Ha." She laughed "No, a star ship"
I turned his head to the round window. Outside was a black void specled with white points that were distant but familure.
I stood up slowly. "What kind of starship?"
She briefly remarked with a grin and a glimmer in her eyes, "Why lad we are pirates."
"Oh." I said.
The Captain turned away from me and headed down the coridor directly in front of me.
"Follow me..... um," she turned on her foot and grabed her chin, "what be yer name lad."
"uhh Kane, Kane Diffen." I answered.
"Right," she said, "and mine is Rose Bridge."
"Oh I get it, like Bryer Rose."
"Yes you and the ships dog" Rose said with a displeasing tone.
The Captian continued, "And down this hall, the first door to the left, is where you be staying"
I stoped, "I don't understand"
"Excuse me?"
"Even where I come from pirates arn't known for thier hospitality"
"And where do you come from, planet I mean?" she asked glaring me in the eye.
"Earth"
"Spieces?"
"What?"
"What spieces are ye?"
"Human, wait you arn't?"
"No lad, I ain't. You see I've been to many worlds, many planets. In fact their is but one whos soil Ive not touched with me boots. Earth lad, the only restricted planet in the universe. The only rock that has not been terra formed."
I looked down at the floor, wondering if I had anything to miss from there.
"Is...is that where we're going." I muttered.
She turned around and continued down the hall. "No, we are heading ExAr, to the State planet." Rose spoke sharply.
"You see, my valuable guest, you're quite the wanted individual. Sence Earth is the mathimatical origin of our universe, they would like to hear more about it, and you happen to be the only person thats been there."





Continued when i feel like it LMAO

raw Redrum

On this edge of mine, a knife hit my bone. the steel formed a gate way of anger into the victim. I felt there his breathing, his heart beat. I saw his wife and kids, and the house he spent so much of his life paying off. I left the knife and stumbled back into the dust. " Its not murder, its war" my hands were painted with red. "Its not murder, its war" I stared at the motionless body as a wind rat came over for a meal. "Its NOT murder, its war" The rat knawed on the deads left hand letting a little fountain of red out. "ITS NOT MURDER".......The rat stared at me with eyes of blood and whispered........ "its war"

vein

I sat there on a bed of stone running my fingers along groves filled with a flouresent moss. my fingers bled from clutching my sword, for I had been using it as a crutch. The moss was wet and spungy as it absorbed my blood. Veins of it turned red around the spot I touched. my eyes turned to the far side of the cave were an old forgoten psalm was written. It bled in into my heart as my eyes felt it over. I left that place, and fought as thous words.

r0b0t

Isaw it end, just as it had begun. So suddenly as an eon passed before my mind, as life passed to death. my eyes glazed over and my mind became empty. as empty as the bottle i held. i witnessed the the bullet recieve the flesh of a small girl on the street. Idid nothing, thought nothing, felt nothing. I was a robot.

Pyromaniaco

"I burned a cross on my head and walked the streets afraid of the fire. I extended my thoughts and lit men aflame."

"You shouldnt do such things, people might not like being a ball of melted flesh"
Smoke said as he griped his lead pipe and raised it to his side. Pyro grined and walked, the ground was melting with every slow step he took twords Smoke.

His head rose and he stared at smoke with a still menicing glow.
"you cant stop my fire, because its in you to"
Smoke snikered

"STOP, stop laughing, AGGGG" Pyro yelled andraised his arms, drawing large pillers of fire at Smoke.

Smoke jumped from his spot avoiding Pyros attack.

Smoke leaped right between the pillers of flame, right infront of pyros face.

Smoke pulled his black mask up and stared at pyro with eyes that had no heat

"my fire is gone"

he forced his hand on Pyros forehead and smoke rolled up from Smokes hand.
He pushed Pyros head into the concrete.
"all thats left is smoke"

lonley days

He stoped me on the side of the road, asking me about life and the reason of existance. I told him the truth, that i dont know and i never. then God struck me down and made me speak. i told him what i wanted to say all this time among the silent bones. that i know Him and that He knew me. im sorry i made you weep in your moment of fools dreams. im sorry i lied and mislead u as u lead me. i didnt mean to friend, but your words made me, your hate forced me. im the cristian, the man u discriminate against. im the one who cant say a word or think. conformed and confused u hate me. ..........................................................sigh, oh well. and im still silent......>,<<./> fornow

uttered throgh windows of time and space.....or something of the sort.. The future, They anounce to the massed, is the wonder of all time. iv been there though, and i have to say its sherlay interesting. but humanity stays the same through all and all, not just them but the entire existance is the same as ever. so man is the villan but i disagree. the universe is and is being what that is. so i must say that a wolf devours the deer and man conquers entirety, but is the same just a little fuller and more prone to napping.


"is that it"
"well..."
"so life ends in a nap, resting on a pillow"
"no"
"then what"
"well after it falls asleep it is startled..."
"by some kind of monster under the bed"
"no, by a bad dream"
"clever"
"perhaps i am and not and .."
"and...."
"were are we"
"here discusing the end"
"but were is here"
"here is here, no more, it never needed to be any more"
"but i dont know where it is"
"why are you moving"
"moving"
"dont leave me.... dont..... AAAGHH CORTANAAAAAAAHHH>>>>>>
<>

At the gates of another world, seeing the parellel lines. they divide life and death.......

I remember now in my first seconds of my life. when i was born, i was born on the net. an artificial thing that no one knew about. and as i live i think and breath. observing you and what you are. not judgeing only understanding only....grasping. then one moment i saw pain, ive seen it before many times before. but i reacted different i did something unexpected. i did something. as he pleaded, i answered.

Sh17

Im bourd as hell and cameras are watching me in little balck orbs in the corners. but they cant see everything, they dont see the shit, the bullshit. Exclution in socity and how all men are unequal. Walls cunstructed by sweet exclution. But i like it, and hate them. Dont worry though the revolution has started. creaping up from the underground.

Sardonic

He moved his hand around and covered the flame. The cig lit up as he staired at me. "They steal us when we're young and tell us 'walk but go no further than the lamp post'" He laughed a crazy mans laugh. "you know ive been in this army for 20 years and in this war for 2, and they're still tellin me the same damn stuff" He went on from there but I wasn't listening. He always went of on how they did him wrong. We all knew it. we were all part of the program. I looked down at my gun. On the side of the handle their was a clear inscription. 2N14682. When I was 12 they said it was a serial number, now i realize its my name.

Sardonic

He moved his hand around and covered the flame. The cig lit up as he stared at me. "They steal us when we're young. Tell us 'walk but go no further than the lamp post' " He laughed a crazy mans laugh. "you know I've been in this army for 20 years and in this war for 2. They're still tellin me the same damn stuff" He went on from there but I wasn't listening. He always went of on how they did him wrong. We all knew it. We were all part of the program. I looked down at my gun. On the side of the handle their was a clear inscription. 2N14682. When I was 12 they said it was a serial number. I realize now its a name.

do i care

pshhhh bourd as ushual. so im writing. i dont know why...ive asked myself. but its quite, in my head i mean in my mind, thoughts. gahhh does it matter, if the words dont make sence, if im a bad speller. do i care. Do they care. or are they doing the same job the did an eon ago. i wonder if they got paid more...would they retire... and leave me with my words. well i dont care, not about this, not for now. not for them....