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Thatoneguy85

Super-Earth
Joined
Jul 21, 2010
Location
On a hill, in the woods
3/29/2011

Not the best keeper of journals.
Tried several times in the past but find some excuse to drop it.
Started years ago with a green thick covered personal journal. Years later I got a similar one while in the service. Held onto it but less entries about daily life and more of notes and passwords for each evening convoy.

Recently a great deal has happened and all I can think is I've been going about it all wrong. Not choking when I should have acted but rather I stuck with a choice and only in the retrospect of things I find myself doubting.
Gloomy as ever yes?

Jumping back to around my 25th B-day in October I found myself with a rather large woman and in a moment of stupidity impregnated a female I barely know. Jump up to December we head into an O.B.G.Y.N. because the local choice to avoid a future together came. On a biological scale as well as personal I think the option was sound.
Though I might be called things, at least I caught the embryo before it could be come a person. In my belief I kept the woman from 18 years of putting up wit ha clone of me.
But at times I find my mind coming back and wondering if the choice was wrong morally or eternally.
Not really religious. Last time I went into a church I was drunk and afraid.

So there's that portion weighing a little on my mind. Kinda feels good to get it off my chest.

Next is my reclusive attitude.
I get along well and fine with most of my co-workers but once 'free' for the day I enjoy almost being away from the majority of humans in my city.
I know the masses aren't smart, while knowing I'm only a shred above average in I.Q.
Parents think it has something to do with PTSD. I think it has something to do with simply finding the reasons I served empty and hallow when around crowds of people shouting obscenities at the families of fallen service men and women.
I believe I hate the general mindless public due to the fact that they're all herded around by the media and politicians. Believe everything you read and watch, do it while in a place where mistakes get people killed and if you get out alive with minimal injury... your eyes are open to some of the most stupid things.
People being paid to do nothing when they should be working. As long as they have a silver tongue and can make their own peers and bosses feel like they did something... they continue a grand life.

Oh and another reason I rarely make journals... sometimes I just vent. Not fair to readers. Most of all makes a few people feel weird-out.
All I can really say is this:
Walk a mile in my shoes, drive about fifty thousand in my seat... Earn pennies on the dollar and call to those around you with respect, Even if they never earned it.


A few more ramblings might help people think to know me... if anyone reads this...

For well over a decade now a friend of mine has been in my life enough to be a surrogate brother. His family feels something close to being my own.
I've stayed in contact with him and even have within the last year helped since I've become more financially stable.
Done something unheard of... co-signing for a college loan so he could continue at a university in California. Even now and then spot a few dollars towards him.
But with things being so busy for everyone now at days I've heard little from him. I worry at times of being used as paranoia raises it's head. But scoff at the idea even when now and then others ask if I'm doing the right thing.
Gullible?
Perhaps... but if his plans go threw during the event of not being able to get a job or career going after college... at least someone else will know what I've seen.
His plan is to go threw the officer program after getting his degree.
It's a matter of willpower during the training. Simply breaking one down before rebuilding as needed. Keep your wits about you and never loose yourself.
I came out of it and worst with simply more mature character. Reminding myself of each moment I had to grow up a little more.
Though an artist going threw boot... eh... iffy. But he's built like a German and one of the sharpest friends I've ever had. So little worry there...
What terrifies me is the simple fact that it doesn't matter how good you are or how much you've been trained. At times all that falls to the back seat to simple luck or lack of.
I've seen PT all stars get turned to mush, the most perfect shot get railed threw his ACH helmet ( replaced Kevlar... oh, with Velcro put in for pads. )
Yet after a half dozen blasts which simply spun my gray matter around within myself, I'm still here while others suffered far worst.
VA says it's survivors' guilt. I say it's because I was a dumbass and others paid for my moments of weakness.
Taking a separate vehicle because I was up all day. Instead of bedding down during the day I worked on vehicles for the convoy rolling out later that night. Then when I admitted I was to tired to drive the scout position vehicle, I was switched up with being a gunner in the tail gun-truck.

Another good friend nearly lost his left arm and leg from the resulting roadside bomb and crash off a 16 foot embankment. A others in the vehicle where hurt but survived.
Lighting a cigarette on the low side of a dirt berm, I honestly thought it would be impossible to see. The glow of the cherry bounced off the ASV next to our entry control point. The gunner in the turret got hit right while he was bitching at me to put it out. Young dumb private that I was... I thought he quit bitching because he was getting out to get one.
Seeing him rag doll over the open hatch of the enclosed turret... that still sits in my mind.
Worst of all is my hatred for most middle eastern people.
Granted there are always exceptions.
Those that choose to leave their dirty and shit ridden countries to pursue a life of learning not to blindly follow someone because of false promises... I respect that.
But anyone... including as I've learned, state side people...
Anyone who follows without a whim of self control or personal morals against their actions in full belief that they'll get bliss and heaven in return...
I hate them.
Animals wearing human flesh.
If I killed a half dozen people and said it was for god I'd be shot.
But in places on this globe. You can stone, cut up and simply annihilate people in the name of a religion... only to gain followers.

I know I've done bad things.
A 14 yr old boy on the back of donkey shooting an AK-47 at my fully armored vehicle... that kid will never be un-crushed. The thirty or so vehicles behind me will never go in reverse to pull the kid back from mush to being alive.
The soul-less bastard that either forced or convinced him to go suicidal towards my vehicle, will never get to taste the revenge that I hold to this day. I still see the small dirty kid in a few nightmares, eyes like a deer's in the spot lights we had lining the ASV front. Something close to fear, or the recognition just before someone realizes they needed to act... all the while the muzzle flash of the Kalashnikov lighting up before a solid thunk and slight bump in the road. Similar to hitting a pot hole or man-hole cover. Lifting one massive wheel before silence and quick wet skid. Slight pull in the small steering wheel feeling like traction was lost before coming back.

Sigh*
So I'm going to hell.
While still on earth might as well try to grow fat dumb and happy.
Sometime this coming month... I'll be out of the individual ready reserves.
I'll be entirely done.
No more soldiering by even paper work.
No more drills, 'battle assemblies', not even a 'muster'.

I don't regret anything... just the people who have left a mark.

Fuck I need a smoke. :s

Now for non-sense... don't worry kids... it's how I cope !

"Folks I'd like to sing a song about the American dream..."
-Asshole by - Denis Leary

Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
Maybe below the cockles,
Maybe in the sub cockle area,
Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys,
Maybe even in the colon, we dont know

Im just a regular Joe, with a regular job
Im your average white, suburbanized slob
I like football and porno and books about war
I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

But sometimes that just aint enough to keep a man like me interested
(oh no, no way, uh uh)
No I gotta go out and have fun at someone elses expense
(woah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane
While people behind me are going insane

Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and I piss on the seat
I walk around in the summer time saying "how about this heat?"

Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces

Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe theyre right when they tell me Im wrong...
Nah

Im an asshole (hes an asshole,what an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

You know what Im gonna do
Im gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible
Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps
And all leather cow interior
And big brown baby seal eyes for head lights (yeah)
And Im gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour
Gettin' 1 mile per gallon,
Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds
In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers
And when Im done sucking down those greeseball burgers
Im gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
And then Im gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side
And there aint a goddamn thing anybody can do about it
You know why, because weve got the bombs, thats why
2 words, nuclear fucking weapons, OK?
Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want
They can have a big democracy cakewalk
Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square
and it wont make a lick of difference
Because weve got the bombs, OK?
John Wayne's not dead, hes frozen, and as soon as we find a cure for cancer
Were gonna thaw out the duke and hes gonna be pretty pissed off
You know why,
Have you ever taken a cold shower, well multiply that by 15 million times
Thats how pissed off the dukes gonna be!
I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes,
and Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey,
and drive down to Texas and say.....

(Hey! You know, you really are an asshole!)
Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?
Im an asshole (hes an asshole.what an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

A-S-S-H-O-L-E
Everybody
A-S-S-H-O-L-E
 
Not so bad of a work day.
I kept busy enough where my mind didn't wander.

Thought of replies to those that I am bothering while calling it role playing.
Managed to find a couple of PM posting people.
Won't name names now, just want to say I'm liking the new beginning while antsy and joyous at the thought of continuing ' Another Post - Apocalypse. '

Apparently D.A. managed to get a few followers and readers for the story.
I think honestly it's because she's such a well rounded writer and has so many friends on this website.
My 'Gram' OR ' tends to ruffle to many feather here or there...
I mean there and he're.
Crap. lol

Why does filling and fixing pot holes all day lower my I.Q. ?!

" Why Mister Anderson? Because of the Lulz! "
 
Aww.... *hugs hiddenvet*
You're a fine writer and know how to tell a story. Anyone who doesn't see that isn't reading. Besides, it's BOTH of us writing that story. Not just one. Not by a long shot. The weight of that is thus distributed fairly equally. That said, take credit where it's due!!!! <333

/loving nerd rant
XD
 
Oh I'm as talented as a one legged man at an ass-kicking contest... or the one armed, one legged guy with an eye patch answering to the name 'lucky'.

lol.

Today was bland and dirty. Come home mildly sweaty with road grime, bridge (concrete) dust, and sweat. Did traffic control... stood out in front of vehicles with a slow / stop paddle. lol. Avoiding the best I can from getting angry from any random comment or one fingered salute.

And for your knowledge Ms. DA you know you're an excellent writer and ' damn right your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard... damn right it's better then hers... '
Long story short: ' I'm a creep...'
>_< ha

Any ways.

bleh. Journals are hard.
Might as well post in them. Make things easier for a place to hold my random thoughts.
 
4/1/ 2011

April fools.

Well I am a foolish wit so I suppose the day went well enough for me. No April fools pranks yet.

Shaved my head and most of the beard off my face. Left a bit of goatee on my chin to tug at when pondering questions of cosmic level interest.

- Scene pans back as Hidden is sitting upon a small boulder in the middle of the rocky mountains. -

Awh... Turtle hermit mode....
- Crosses his legs and quietly meditates -
 
Uneventful day is uneventful.

4/2/2011

Not that long ago when I worked at an arsenal, which happened to be in the process of being turned into a wild life refuge... I got stoned. lol.

The date mentioned for some reason made me think of it... and an ex which got me back into the natural medicine.

On the way out of the service, dating a hippy and carrying fake urine in a sock tied to the inside of my underwear... I was out in the middle of a 36 square mile section of land being turned into a place where prairie dogs could live and be a food source for other animals.
Never mind the irony that the chemicals which happened to be produced there where some of the worst known to man. From the mid 40's all the way until the early 90's it was joked about how bad the animals where mutated.
Black spots over their fur and flesh. Extra limbs... only the crazy thing is, the bald eagles they introduced into the area haven't had any side effects as far as fish and game could figure.

Seeing such a bird when young ( they're still F-ing huge ! ) you couldn't tell they're our nation's symbol. They look like large hawks. But as they get older their feathers around the head started to turn white.
They're very territorial, I learned after one tried dive bombing over me and few other people.
Smart as hell, they'd use the slow moving irrigation watering wheels to sit on and wait for the water to flush out grub.

Beyond thinking about random things... I found myself playing video games most of the day and watching random cartoons. Big kid at heart... bald teddy bear irl.

So yeah... on call again and baby sitting a phone in the off hand event a highway needs repair. Meh.
Quit-quiting on the smoking.
Found that I'm much nicer, and a lot less 'pissy'.
Friend coined the term 'needing a man-pon'.
Well that's it for this up date.

Side note it's been about 3 years since the last time I had marijuana in my system. I broke up with hippy-chick due to frequent use and could literally feel the last bit of my I.q. melting out of my head.
Some people can be fully functional members of society while taking their 'meds'.
Me... I prefer keeping my CDL. Soooo. F that !


Two in one day!?

Just noticed I have five stars on my journal...

How the hell did that happen ?!

I can't be that interesting!

Well... Could I ?

Prior military, Prior Currency and rare times transporter ((armored car)), Prior dirt worker ( heavy construction))
Now I work to maintain road ways and road way accessories...while being a reclusive nerd....

I know everyone reading my journal can find more entertaining things then me. Lolz... I am pretty perverted though.

-Clicks on bloodhound gang-
"...Lap dance is so much better when the stripper is crying, I find it's quite a thrill when she grinds me against her will, Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is crying ... "
 
Alright, out of the funk ! 4/12/2011

Was sick and bit out of it last week.
Didn't feel like doing much but I'm back !

So What's going on ?

I got an offer to purchase a 65" tv for dirt cheap and took it.
Minor issues but beyond that is perfect.
So my old tv which was a 32" is now my new monitor. Epic.
Material positions can bring someone happiness !

Work is going good though I'm sure the traveling public doesn't like us much. Had to close down and entire ramp leading from one major highway to another so we could roto-miller out the road ( grind up the asphalt ) before we eventually pave it.
The rest of this week we plan to do the same and continue to get as many cracked, pot hole, miss-shaped or all around bad road way surfaces ground down before eventually paving them smooth again.

My great and wonderful rp partners are all incredible.
I'd like to shout out right now and say thanks again for allowing me to distract and otherwise bother all of you from time to time.
You're all to kind for allowing me to be so illiterate and at other times belligerent.
Each story that's going takes time and I understand that.
I just hope eventually I can get on a regular basis of replying so no one thinks I'm ignoring them.

So beyond massive screens and all around filth...

I'm happy again.

:D
 
*hugs you*
I'm so glad you're feeling better!!! Expect a post from me sooner than later! Hopefully that'll add to your cheer! <3333
 
Oh please take your time.
I'd rather that anyone that has even the littlest bit of interest in role playing with me to take their time.
Don't be like me and hurry off a reply. lol

4/13/2011

Alright.
Another entry into this on going thing called a diary.

So long story short I'm a bad person but more or less a neutral party to events around me.
At least I feel that way.

A co-worker recently lost a child while he was at work.
And since I was off work for a good duration of time, I don't have much time left for annual or sick leave I can't go to the funeral this Friday.
So I'll be one of the few to go to work.
I feel kinda bad about it but I barely knew the co-worker.
I signed a card, donated money, but just can't make it when most of the people from my working area are.
Still feels bad man.

So to lighter subjects...
Blah...
I have repeating dreams of eating demons or pulling my own teeth out.
The eating demons is kinda alright while the teeth one...not so much.
I tell myself when things get physically or mentally hard... this isn't anything - I eat demons in my sleep. lol
Or 'I have a 65" tv back home I can nerd out on when I get done with this "

I still feel bad for the co-worker.
Since he's going to be off for a long time, a number of us have volunteered to fill in for him.
I took the 7th & 8th of May.
 
" Don't lie to yourself when giving pleasure... "

I continue to have dreams of fighting and eating demons.
Pulling my own teeth.
Last night a fight happened in my dreams that feel between nightmare and fantastic dream.
At the core of any male is the desire to fight for all they have. At least any real male I've meet. Be it verbal, mental, or physical ... a fight is craved if not wanted in order to feel accomplishment.

I fought against something that had to be a demon or at the very least my sub-conscious demanding attention.

The dream starts out with me moving into a burnt out and half destroyed build with a team that all felt like extended family. Upon getting to the roof we find civilians and child. They where all American and looking as if we where saviors.
Upon getting them towards the exits something happened to two of my men where they where simply torn to shreds.
Turning around I'd see some seven foot tall figure wielding a chain saw like blade coming towards me. I used my rifle to block and in the process not only damage and disable my weapon but get it knocked away with a deep wound across my forearm.
((here's where it gets kinda awesome but weird ))

Pulling my survival knife from it's sheath its not the same blade I had before. Instead the tip is flat edged, and where the ridged back once was happened to be notched teeth as if to catch a hold of something to pry open objects.
It was heavy and entirely silver with a single red orb in the hilt.
Not taking time to examine I just started blocking before Moving towards the exit. Screaming the entire time to shoot or move the people off the roof.
Coming up the stairs another creature wearing similar armor as the chainsaw-sword wielder came up. I turned and just sliced it down before taking it's weapon. Only to be pinned down while shouting for the others to repeal the people down the side of the building. While pinned I vividly remember continuing to use the freshly killed creature's reciprocating blade to block and try to attack. Every time I made a move I'd feel the sting of another wound and my body armor getting closer to giving. The demonic smirk the creature held so close to is still vivid.
Managing to block and hold it's arms and weapon away I'd slash wildly across the side of it's neck trying to get a jugular or throat. It's smile stayed even as it's movements slowed and it started getting sloppy.
While continued to stay pinned I knew me and the dying creature where alone before jamming the silver notched knife up threw the bloody mouthed creature's skull.

At that exact moment I woke up feeling a little sore.

We normally all get lines over our body from things we slept on leaving an imprint or impression upon our flesh.
I woke up with lines running all over my body and could only laugh seeing myself in the mirror when heading into the bathroom.
I figured it was my body telling me that the imprints where 'damage' while my dreams made something so small into something as epic as a battle.

04 / 15 / 2011

" Scary monsters and super peeps, the more you dream - the less you sleep... life as you know it has gone away... oh well...oh well... who's here to stay ... ? " - PM5K ' Nobody's real '
 
'Oddball... play ball'

Yes I am a video game nerd.

And here's the random update for:
04/17/2011

Beyond playing games and being imaginative I find myself craving random things. Things most people would think are normal for someone my age.
Mid-twenties and successful, most people I know about this time had children and where active in social settings.
Me I'm active around friends and family, just not to keen on the whole irl children.
I mean don't get me wrong I enjoy the practice of breeding like the next person but... something just seems wrong when all the excuses and reasons not to are broken down to the most simple terms. Just... wrong.

So instead I enjoy people and being as much of a laid-back smart ass can be.
Doesn't hurt when you have a state job.
Sure there's days I come home all sweaty after shoveling for hours straight.
It is true when I randomly wake up wishing I was younger and back in a country where my ass crack always had sand in it.

But enough reflecting...

Next weekend I was looking forward to driving up to Wyoming... the most windy state this side of the Mississippi. Deliver some tires and rims to my parents who happen to not only work at and maintain, but run a CDL-A truck school.
Awh truckers, the dirty jokes are always new, and hygiene is option when around people.
I know a few of you are asking ' But Steve, how do you know this...? " Because... at one point I was a dirty trucker.
Either that or ' you're wrong they use the showers in the many convenient gas & fuel stations across the country. '
To that I say... meh. ( to long of a rant to care for )

As of the 15th of this month I'm out of the Army in every way shape and form.
I.R.R. is up.
Individual Ready Reserve is over !
Funny really.
back in 03 when I was just a junior in High School... I never thought I'd get to this point on my life. Then again I was missing some brain cells due to some 'experimenting' with a certain green 'herb'.

Speaking of pot...
In recent studies different scientific groups in Stockholm as well as here in good ol' Humboldt university have discovered astounding results where Mary-J not only increases appetite for those going threw chemo or using other cancer fighting drugs... but it also has shown signs of holding cancer growth at bay while even in rare cases 'fighting' the growth of tumors.
While Stockholm's results are incredible, local US professors and students all agree that Funions taste good with mountain dew.

Well I'll wrap it up with that bit of humor...
If anyone has any suggestions for my updates, go ahead and PM me.
Constructive Criticism works, if not... then hate mail can be deleted.

Take it easy out there people,
Things are about to get rough !
 
>.<
Seriously... I just <3 you.

And no worries about the kiddies thing. You can get your fill from all my stories. Goodness knows you hear enough of them! LOL. Besides, I'm a firm believer that having kids and such isn't for everyone. Then, I believe I've told you this before as well. But anyway, I still stand by that. Personally, I think it takes a lot of guts to come to that realization and then follow through with it despite what family, friends and the general of society think or say. Not everyone is meant to have kids and raise them. It's just the way it is. Better you know that and such than find out the hard way. It would be hard on those kids not to mention yourself and pretty much anyone you had to interact with.

One of my best friends ever went through some nonsense with her family and friends about the whole kid thing. She and her hubs have no desire to have them. Never have, never will. Their reasons are due to the lifestyle they want to live. Their careers are important to each and when they aren't working, they looove to travel and have fun. They know if they had kids they'd resent them and feel stuck and stifled. So, they opted not to go there. Of course, it caused her to have to deal with shit, but I told her what I've told you. And oddly, she was so happy to hear that. In fact, she told me I was the only person she knew who supported her in that regard. Honestly, I found that rather shocking. I suppose it shocks me in general that people don't take that step back and look at the big picture. And really look at the life that the people would be having, etc. Ah well.......

Anyway, like I said above. I <3 you! hehe!!! You always make me smile. :)
 
Morning of ... crap it's early... *looks down in the corner for the clock *
4/19/2011

Thanks again DA !
I know advice when I hear it and I know it's a good thing to!
I mean recently ( I am mid-twenties ) I've been feeling my body turn on the bio-clock. Wanting to reproduce like a mad-man. So in it's place I've come in with creative ways to keep from a child from happening.

First of all... save up and see a doctor for a Vasectomy. Perhaps do it on a Friday. so by Monday I'm all recovered.
Second... not having sex.
Can't worry about getting someone preggo if you don't do naughty things.
Finally ... Condoms in those cases where, I really... really really... have to.
I should write to Trojan to ask for wide condoms that actually fit. meh.

*goes rummaging in fridge for Orange Juice!!!! *
good day everyone... Hello lay-down machine... asphalt-a-plenty !
 
4/19/2011

Okay. So today was a long haul and nearly a hundred miles racked up from a few round trips in the immediate area of Denver metro.
I hauled a butt load of asphalt ( but Steve how much is a butt load ? )
That's a good question!
Because of the tandem I was driving, dump truck to those un-savy to the terms, I hauled close to 8 tons to be paved into the road ways we're repairing.
(What about the other damaged roads ? ! )

Keep your pants on Coloradans !
We have close to all of our state budge until October invested in repairing roadways and keeping nasty things like pot holes at bay.
Though a lot of people instantly say ' yeah, but traffic is going to suck. '
I say... f-it. lol
 
4/21/2011

Yeah!

Look at that.
Another day in the bag and another thing to learn.
Mainly about shoveling and my own flabby strength!
I ish large and strong !
GRrr.

Okay felt like being random and honestly haven't had much to post.

Boring life... right ?

Alrighty then...
 
It's been a while...

4/30/2011

So yeah, here I am again.

It's been about a week since I think I posted here.
For an update:
I'm still working at the local state, still paying large sums to bills, and still single. -watches people's eyes roll-
Come on !
Never works.
Save that one time at a bar... thought she did lie a lot.

So anyways. Coming work schedule to let people know...
Sunday the 1st threw Weds the 4th I'll be working straight ten hour shifts.
Thurs & Fri off.
7th & 8th working all the way threw till Weds morning.
(sleeping involved between ten hour shifts )
Then the rest of Weds threw Fri off.
BUT Sat & sunday I'm on call before going back to 10 hour night shifts.

Confused yet ?
Try it on a calender and think back to those annoying questions of finding out 'is peter taller then kate or mike ? '
 
5/3/2011

Creativity is something rare now at days.
People can play off of something and take it in new directions or angles... but nothing really feels original.
I'm considering going out on a limb and making another 'looking' add so to speak.

Also for some reason I have a small play list of songs stuck in my head...

Kate Perry's - E.T. ( featuring Kanya west )
My darkest day's - Porn star dancing ( featuring ludicrous)
Switchfoot - your love is a song
AWOLNATION - SAIL !
Nine Inch Nails ( NIN) - Closer
Young the giant - My body.

Thinking about it now I believe my subconscious might be trying to tell me something... hmmm

Really have been thinking about possible role plays.
But none-of-them seem to survive the first postings if story is really wanted.

Oh wells.

If anyone reads this... Willing to put a new twist on the same old tune.

:D
 
Gasp !
A spasm of creativity!

--------------------


Revving like an open air monster, the throttle continued to be fanned while the mass of metal continued around a corner.
Old in design and visual aesthetics, but under the hood this creature happened to be a brand new animal.
Watching the RPMs bounce on one gauge before another made the driver worry, the eyes of the operator would come up to see the figure of something he'd been running from.
Shambling out from between a downed fence and a bush, the half-rotten walker was moving towards the noise of the massive v-8 engine.
Pedal to the floor and steering wheel turning towards the lifeless and up right thing, a simple meaty thud came before the undead went flying right back threw the downed fence.
With fresh red across the silver paint job, a ram's head would be seen resting upon the hood of the vehicle. Light broken out and hanging by a pair of wires, the speeding hunk of metal kept on a steady pace.
Flipping over channels on the AM/FM only static and yelling came to be heard. A handful of radio stations where still on automated or computer ran feed, but would eventually need to be checked on by humans... if any where left.
Giving a disgruntled curse, this driver bathed in the dark of the light evening would only have it's vague out line showed by the passing of still up right and lit street lamps or the rare reflection of the remaining headlight off of glass.
Taking a long drag off of a cigarette a few more curses came as more staggering masses of dead flesh kept coming. The street had opened up around the corner leaving the driver's work... but more seemed to crawl out of the wood works.
Taking the engine up to another high idle while the tires kept the metal beast almost floating across the pavement. Each hit was a little tug against the grip on the steering wheel, while more blood sprayed the hood and side fenders. Each impact less impressive from the first which looked as if the zombie simply exploded.
Coming to the next corner, the head light now casting a blinding red light would catch the flickering of what looked like stars painting the street and ground beyond. Windshield washer fluid and the wipers quickly showed the many 'stars' to be the reflection of lifeless eyes staring at the massive truck.
Slamming on the brakes before cranking the wheel hard, this truck managed to leave an impressive length of tire marks before getting turned nearly a hundred-and-eighty degrees.
The horde of undead seemed to start shambling, running, and moving altogether as quickly as possible towards the metal and blood coated truck.
With exhaust screaming loudly and the driver just as loudly shouting, the single vehicle would lead the mob of zombies back the direction it had came.

" Holy shit... I need to start going to church more often... "
" Not now, lets not waste this opening... run ! " Two would-be survivors which had their backs against a wall while swinging crude weapons to fend off the flesh eaters... had simply been saved by the loud big block of the truck trying to flee.
" Perhaps I should have taken the re-bar. " remarked one carrying a bent golf club.
" Ya-think?" came the sharp tone of the other companion, carrying and ax handle.
 
5/8/2011

Well, it's me again !
Worked this weekend. It was just long.
Now the following evenings I'll be working all night.
Go figure... construction at night.

But things have a way of being funny.

Creative seemed to have slipped from my arse.

Perhaps I can catch it and be all ' I know kung-fu' in terms of skills.

:D
 
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