Stuff and junk from my world view that finds an outlet in written form. My own personal hell shared with you. For your infotainment. All activity is performed without adult supervision.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Story time.

"There goes that Gerard again"

Muttered grandfather Vincent, rather irritated, as he was sitting with his grandson, Stephan, on a park bench.

After saying so, Stephan noticed that his grandfather pulled out a rather large piece of chocolate from his coat pocket. Vincent then broke the piece in two and offered some to his grandson. The old man then proceeded to gobble up his share. Stephan could not help but notice how his grandfather had a peculiar way to eat chocolate. The old man then asked Stephan;

"How does it taste?"
"It's very sweet, you eat it funny."

Stephan replied. The old man reacted to this simply by shrugging, and shaking his head.

Later that day, the two left for home. Young Stephan told the account of the day to his grandmother Beth.

The next day Stephan and his grandfather went for a walk in the park. it so happened that they saw Gerard again. Grandfather Vincent then garbled something Stephan could not discern. Then stephan asked;

"What was that you just said?"
"Oh nothing, its just that Mr. Gerard really gets on my nerves. Say, how about I buy you some chocolates?"

The pair went to the sweet shop and bought some chocolates. On their way home, Stephan noticed the peculiar way his grandfather ate chocolate, again.

Back home stephan retold the days events once again to his grandmother.

"...Oh, and we saw Mr Gerard again!"
Stephan told his grandmother.
"Then we went to the sweet shop, Granpa bought two large bags of chocolates for us!"
Asked, Grandmother beth.
"Two big bags. You should see how Granpa eats them, he has a funny look on his face. Uh, granma, Who is Mr. Gerard?"
Stephan asked.
"Oh your grandfather and Mr. Gerard used to be freinds, they're not anymore, that was a long time ago. Now, go outside to play for a while I have to talk to your grandfather."

Stephan went outside to play. Beth then glanced at Vincent who seemed bothered. They started to talk.

"Do you remember now?"
Beth asked. Vincent replied;
"No, still nothing. Ever since I've had this grudge with Gerard, No matter how much I have, I have forgotten the taste of chocolates."

Monday, January 26, 2009


Sunday, January 25, 2009


It has come to that time where I have had to formally end connections to certain people.

I would just like to say a final "thanks" to them. Thanks for the time, the experiece, stuff, junk, things I may have forgot. Really, thanks.

Hey remember what I used to say about "levels" well it's like that.

Time for a good long stretch. Before walking away.

Here's to the "reset".


Tuesday, January 13, 2009



It's been a confusing, messed up month or two. All I gather is that, people try to get at other people - through me.That should have stayed their problem. I want out, out of everything that has to do with them. I find it funny that the internet makes it easy to track people.

Now that everything is pretty much over and done with, let's let things just go on.

By the way, All those that have discovered this blog, with all their ill intentions, please fuck off.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Fable 2

There once was an old knight who had a squire. The old knight taught the squire everything he knew, knightly conduct, how to fight, and secrets of the battlefield. The old knight was getting on in years and knew that one day that his squire would also be a knight. Knowing this the old knight was happy for his squire when the squire attained knighthood. Days past and it came to the time when the former squire, now a knight, had to get a squire of his own. It happened that the knight taught his squire everything the old knight taught him. The old knight knowing all that had been going on was pleased at what his once squire had done. Soon the knight's squire had also become a knight.

One day, war broke out in the kingdom. All the knights were sent to the battlefield. The old knight confined in the castle heard that the squire he had once taught and the squire he took under him were sent out to battle.

After the battle was over. The old knight awaited the return of the knights. All the knights had returned to the castle all but his former squire the squire he had taught. The old knight had heard that the knight he taught, in the middle of battle, had run away.Run away cursing the ineptness of his squire. The knight had run away leaving his squire in the battle. But it so happened that the knight's squire had become a champion in the battlefield. The knight's squire had come back, the squire praised his skill in battle to what had been taught by the knight who took him in. The knight who ran away. The squire had recieved acclaim among his peer. The old knight hearing this was happy that his knowledge had not gone to waste,and was passed on, but was dissapointed at what his former squire had done.

Days passed. The knight who ran away returned to the castle. He returned upon hearing the squire he had trained had become a champion. The cowardly knight demanded that he too was to get praise, for it was he who taught the knight. Nobody cared for what the cowardly knight had to say. Not even the old knight. For everyone had heard, and few have witnessed that while the cowardly knight had been away, his squire had been fighting and winning battles.


Say for instance you were knitting a sweater. At the same time you owned a cat. You are very good to the cat. You take care of the cat, and trust the cat. One time, you were busy knitting the sweater you show it to the cat, you show how the sweater is made from a single yarn, and when tugged the sweater comes unraveled. One day, you get tired of the cat, you decide to get a new pet, you decide to go look for birds, or something. You leave the cat alone and neglect it. Nearing completion of the sweater you leave the ends loose, untied and unfinished, also, you are getting tired of knitting and don't want to finish the sweater, putting it aside. You decide that you would go out and look for birds, you go out for a really long time. You forget that the cat is still in your house, and the sweater you've made is in its reach. Do you still expect to come home to finish the sweater you've been making?