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New Friends

my greatest blogstyle badassery is really my comments. i will lose touch with posting for a good long while because, during the limited time i get to play with the interweb, i like to check up on the mad crazy brilliant bloggers like avatar and her hot ass or sarah being twisted or the magic man who gives all geeks hope in this random hook-up-less world jack or poets and generally beautiful people that you should follow and become disciples (islanders) of like my nyc goddess, little bjork or transience or the list goes on and on: heatherfeather , monstee , my little brother , my beans and bobin, my prolific fish !

with all of these and more, my posts come slow and usually consist of very little...i have posted some of my short stories (the archives don't go away), not mentioning some of which have been published. for the most part, though, i am more into commenting with fever on other cool kid's sites. if you show up here by some random chance (there are no chances, only karma...damn you, carson daily), drop a line and i will track you back to your group of friends! i'm a hunter of interesting bits of the lives of strangers and i will leave fun comments that will offend and drive at the same intellectual time! the blogesphere is a beautiful place and i love you all! keep me in touch with the majority of the world through your pokings and proddings...we all need something shiny to look at, not just the president!

those who know and love me, ask me via private mail what the tally for friday night date-night is up to. i am done, but i have done soooo much...even though i look good these days and have my brother a job when he gets his stupid ass home and treats it as such!

transiemce: love

cherz: MASTODON!

I'm Giving Her All I Got, Captain

i haven't forgotten nor am i fucking it off. laughing girl, i'm sorry. i am about 600 words into the depiction of your idea and trudging through...but that is what i am doing, trudging. so far as the rest of you crazies, i will get there. as it sits, i am they gym master. remember: it is cool to go to the gym at midnight like ivar. you can do what you want for how ever long you want. there is no waiting for weights, benches or machines. there are not the obnoxious "pretty people" wearing $500 worth of gear and are more concerned with the mirrors than the workout. i'll tell you, if i'm not a sweaty mess after ten minutes and then for the next hour at least, i am wasting my time.

but for the rest of you, i have been on a sushi making kick...yes, i make bomb sushi...and you all need to go to this magic site right here and laugh your ass off. this has nothing to do with my buying and eating a sandwich from an asian grocery outlet (uwagimaya) that was labeled "robsters pollan."

yep...it was a lobster salad sandwich. i love it!

Pause

i am about half way through the first "suggestion," writing with wreckless abandon to confuse and misconstrue all normal thought and reasonable explanation, i just haven't had much time as of late. i will most likely finish when i get home from work/gym later tonight and you should get to tear apart the finished product tomorrow morning. unfortunately, i'm not starting with the bestiality thing...that will take some strategic planning...sarah first, then my lusty lovely! see you in the morning.

Maston

i sacrifice a simple night of sleep to your memory and the people that loved you...and the people you helped bring together. you did something and none of us will ever forget you or the family you created. be happy and at piece, brother.

Oh The Fabric

i have decided that i really love tailored italian suits. i'm going to pick one up later today...i hope it's finished, i want to get my pimp-on tonight. well, it's a muted black pinstripe, so maybe not my pimp, but maybe my mafioso-on? i am actually going to wear a piece to make sure the jacket lays right. is that strange? you never know.

i need a new topic to write about...not a plot, just a direction, situation, or a hint? i like twisting other people's ideas up to fit my own whiles and nothing is off limits. i will write one for every hint i get, so try to put out the best one or two you got...i'm not made of magic, merely a vessel.

The Duel

the two fighters were no longer facing one another. the small red and black suit zigzagged away gazzelle-like from the larger midnight-blue monster of a suit that chased it--spitting death from the shoulder mounted coilgun as it came. with lightning quickness, the smaller suit executed a tight ground roll, then shot away leaving a trail of burning grass from it's jet boosters. half a tree collapsed under the barrage of ring-penetrators that flew from the blue giant. the little red and black suit half flew/half fell down into the ravine it had been skirting. as the suit ran across the walled flat on the floor of the ravine, it was tracked by an arm laser...small tendrils of smoke started to rise from the heated enamel of the red painted shoulder. just as the enamel started cracking under the attentions of the painting laser, the small suit dived behind a mound of dirt.

there was a pause in the action as the two suits faced each other, not moving. without shifting position, the larger suit lashed out with a grenade from it's other shoulder. after a few moments, the blue suit started casually skirting the top of the ridge. as soon as it made to stop it's stalking, the red and black warrior popped up over the top of the knoll and started firing with it's own coilgun. the giant tried to dodge by flying into the air. this only gave the other suit a better line of sight, as it hammerd the blue carapace of it's attacker with round after round from it's gun. the big blue suit crashed into the ground with in a fountain of dirt and sod like a meteor and refused to move until prodded by the arm laser of it's opponent.

as the mountainous blue suit ground to it's feet, mechanical blood sprayed from it's damaged leg. it limped to the cover of some trees and propped itself up against the trunk of a mighty redwood. the smaller suit trudged carfully after the giant. there was a blinding flash as the red and black suit approached the trees--throwing the small unit fifty feet onto it's back. the flames were the only movement for nearly ten minutes. slowly, a blackened hand wiped the debris from the face shield of the suit that was now only red and black on the back. the small champion rose to it's feet and began to walk back to the staging area...and a long nap.

-end

Duelist: Third Person, Cerbus

cerbus chuckled as he watched the red and black power-suit flee before his probing laser. clan tertia is about to lose another pathetic excuse for a fighter...so foolish to send a pup against a wolf! josh tertia stopped in front of a large oak tree to look around. the suit ai flashed a green light in the corner of cerbus' hud and he giggled just a bit as he cut loose with a long burst from his magnetic coilgun. the tertian brat dodged the stream of ring penetrators somehow and was immedieatly boosting himself over the edge of a rise. "He's quick, I'll give him that much," cerbus mumbled to himself.

with three boost-assisted strides, cerbus was at the edge of the rise and could see the armored boy sprinting accross a small field. he started to pick nonchalantly at the josh's shoulder joint with his painting laser as the young fighter diappeared behind a knoll. it was time to play with the boy's head.

"That was smooth as silk, young Joshuah. You run real nice." for good measure, cerbus hit the knoll josh was hinding behind with a concussion morter. the boy's suit was obviously crippled in some way, and if that didn't frighten him...

the "Fuck you!" the tertian boy threw back was riddled with sympathetic static, but clear enough to make cerbus scowl. all's fair, but such language!

"That is not polite, Joshuah. Maybe i should come down there and teach you some manners!" with that, cerbus traversed the top of the ridge, looking for a broad field of view for when the boy decided to run again. when he was satified, cerbus stopped and placed his hands on his hips and waited like an impatient mother. the boy would pop out the side of the knoll sometime.

cerbus suddenly saw a gilnt of red over the top of the knoll and his proximity alarms all began to howl in unison. sortly before the first impact, his suit ai took control and he was suddenly being propelled into the air. his point of view spun slowly as he went through a slow arc. the insulation in his suit could not mask the heat of the multiple impacts and turbulence of being sprayed with a railgun on full stream and there was not a blessed thing he could do about it! searing pain shot up his body as ring penetrators tore through his suit's hip joint and a fair ammount of his hip. cerbus could feel the punishment continue as his hud showed the ground coming up to stop his flight with a crushing blow and he could not breathe for seconds, sure that something broke in his shoulder on impact. his faceplate showed a list of systems failures that his ai was working on bypassing. it was not going to be enough. his back plate began to heat as the tertian painting laser burned the enamel off of it. cerbus rose painfully to his feet, feeling the expected tightness of his leg-servos locking out.

"Who's laughing now, asshole," came quietly across the airwaves. cerbus did not respond as he limped for a grove of trees. he began prepping the special and etremely expensive "self destruct" system he had built into his suit. he wasn't going to die alone.

K

so that is not a post of poetry and not that random...if you like a little sci-fi...but i think tomorrow it will be from cerbus' pov. yeah...that's the ticket. just a little exercise.

Duelist: First Person, Josh

i had a rough time moving out of the way as i heard the growl of cerbus' coilgun. the taste of bile stung the back of my throat as the ring-penetrators chewed a thick branch off of the tree that i was standing in front of only moments before. i tapped my tongue switch, letting out a short burst from my booster pack. the extra lift sent me over the edge of the ravine i had been skirting in an attempt to avoid the tank-like suit that encased cerbus. knee-joint servos whined as my suit tried to absorb the shock of the thirty foot fall onto uneven ground. i didn't look back as i bent forward and used my booster pack again to sprint towards a knoll but i could feel the heat through the insulation as a painting laser chipped away at the resin shields on the back of my left shoulder, but there was nothing to be done for it but keep running. my only hope was the knoll ahead. as i crashed to the ground behind the rise of earth that was my salvation, i could hear cerbus laughing in my helmet phones.

"That was smooth as silk, young Joshua. You run real nice." the ground underneath me rumbled as a round from cerbus' shoulder mounted mortar launcher slapped the small hill i lay prone behind.

"Fuck you!" i tried to think of something a bit more dashing, but i was out of breath and was really not in the mood for the banter.

"That is not polite, Joshua. Maybe i should come down there and teach you some manners!" the proximity alarm went off in my helmet, telling me cerbus was on the move. "Not polite at all!" i sat up over the top of the knoll for long enough to snap off a few rounds from my own coilgun only to find out that cerbus was still standing at the top of the ridge, hands on hips. my suit ai had a firing solution an instant before i twitched the muscle in the my first and second finger of my right hand, switching to full auto. he must have thought he had disabled my mains or something like that. my heart skipped a full three beats as the old veteran panicked, ran his booster pack on full and shot into the air describing a lazy somersault until gravity kicked back in. the entire time it was raining bits of his shielding as i peppered him with ring-penetrators. he hit the ground hard and lay still for a few seconds. not wanting to approach a wounded tiger, i prodded him with my painting laser and he reacted by climbing raggedly to his feet. as he rose, a visible spray of hydraulic fluid shot from his thigh joint. i had scored a lucky shot. cerbus' leg slowly straitened then locked into place, forcing him to drag it behind him as he limped to the cover of a grove of trees.

"Who's laughing now, asshole," i mumbled. cerbus did not respond as i began my climb up the ridge to finish the job.

Left Turn?

i think i will go back to writing strange things on this space...i need to get them mind back in gear as well. i may have some strange refferences later today. strange? poetry and rambling...i'm sure you are all sick of hearing about the boring things i am doing day to day. it's pretty runofthemill for me, it must be torture for someone else. let me brainless storm for a bit and get back to this!

That Is All

hooray for 24 hour gyms and finding ribeye steaks for $4 a pound. i may be easily amused, but, dammit, that makes for a good day!

that is all.

Jul Is At An End

hooray for drinking way too much. as every holiday season should go, i think i have my fill of hard boozing for the time being. i also am now a full fledged member of a gym for the first time ever, and i will be punishing myself in the wee hours of the morning for the coming months. not so much a newyears resolution as it is a goodlordigroanlikeafattywhenitiemyshoes and i need to not have that happen. i mean, how am i supposed to be the baddest ever if i can't even tie my own shoes...or run five miles without hurting or lift twice my weight over my head...what gives!?!?

more later