Stuff I Wrote A While Back
 

Hey there,
I was looking through stuff, and found an old diary/sketchbook that I used to scribble in from 1994. I'd like to share a few pieces of my twisted self - it's kind of weird to read now, because I feel really differently from some of the things I wrote then, but other things resonate just as clearly. Some of it's fun, some of it's deathly serious, but I hope you can get something out of it.

Wendy and her friend Alice, went to the pond
The fish swam away from the creatures beyond
But Alice and Wendy did not heed the signs
And so the dark creatures, fed on their minds.

"Mom says NO KATS"

Kitten go home now
The milk bowl is empty
The dogs of decay are coming
Beying at the august moon
The streetlights will guide you
May God bless and keep you well
Alleys are no place for a housecat to dwell
Don't meow, just go
Your velvet paws will toughen with time
Just as my tears will dry up.

:snap:More more more!

A Toast - (originally written January 19,1994 - 2 days after the Northridge quake)

A toast to the god of quakes
Of fallen bridges and aftershakes
I may just be a bloody smear,
But what the hell, it's still a great year.

Sanity is an old acquaintance,
Barely known, rarely visits.

School
Mental Manipulation
INDOCTRINATION
By a mindless demon preying on
unsuspecting minds
Filling empty vessels with the poison of ignorance, hatred and contempt for the individuals who break free of the brainwashing machine
Branded for life, my freedom brings me pain
Pain that society calls guilt, But I am
Only guilty of knowing what horror is just beyond the classroom door.

29-4-94

"Buick Rampage"
Leather and steel pulsing in my grip
Bloody tears stinging on my lip
This drive is not for fun or pleasure
It's death and revenge in equal measure
I take your soul for it's final ride
Fiery maiden of death will be your bride
You took my friend's life from this earthly plane
I won't ease up until you're slain
I'll put my grill right through your head
The last thing you'll see is pouring red.

Hell yeah! Makes me want to break out my high school stuff! :D

Please do!

A treasure found in my scanning project. February, 1997. (Nearly two years out of high school, but who's counting?)

Ah, the presumption of youth. ;)