seven thirty one (ex. 2)

"Hit the trenches!" were the screams that were emitted from the officer
As the young grays took the field
Pale
Scared
Fear flooding their eyes as the surviving grays hopped out and boarded the return train
The gray of their uniform barely showing
More mud and blood on them than clothing

The whistle blew, and the train left
We were left in the middle of the soggy terrain
The black coated officer jumped down and erected a turret station on a protruding rock
The craters from bombs and shells of vehicles of destruction littered the Bellevue battleground

We stood
Rifles and pistols ready
Our knifes in our coat jackets aching to be unsheathed
The ragged bunch from Titusville wouldn't last this fight
Not without their treaty with Harrisburg and Allentown

I looked across the fog to see the crumpled remains of the first squadron from the enemy
The dismembered and crippled bodies of the Titusville soldiers laid in a peaceful oblivion
Unaware of what has become of world

An eruption of engines broke from the Tight Line
"Drakes!" were the shouts of the grays
The drakes were Titusville's only real weapon against our Steel City
Tanks that were built from whatever cars they could find
Scrap metal and junkyard arsenal
Each drake having a different purpose

The officer grabbed the mount and waited
Grays stood
Anxious
Afraid

The first drake flew from the Tight Line
"Grays! Shoot the tires! We want to show the drakes what will happen if they attempt to burn our City of Steel!"
The officer had something in mind

One by one, the young trainees fired
Each bullet hitting the scrap tank
Each one getting closer to the rubber
Each getting closer to them witnessing cruel acts beyond thought

It worked

The front left tire spun off as the junk truck collapsed into the mud
"After 'im ya grays! Yinz gotta get 'im!" yelled one of the senior ranks
A small group of grays jumped out and pulled the drey from the flaming car
Four took him to the Steel Line as the fifth sent a bullet into the gas tank
Ultimately saying to the Tight Line to not push

The four boys threw him down
Then took the steel wire we all carry and tied him down
The overcast began to spew rain at this point
Our trench slowly pooling

Our flag flew heavy behind us
Supported by a concrete block
The large metal pole was what the officer had in mind

The officer in black called all of us in line to face the prisoner
He was a young kid
Pale
Dark haired
Bright lips
His brown uniform tearing in multiple places

He was about the same age as me
Would have been a gray, but the dreys don't have sectioned troupes by age

"Attention all grays. This is our example to the Tight Line. We must show them why the City of Steel is not one to challenge!"
At this moment, he took the steel wire he had in his pocket, then began to sew it in and out of the boys lips
Sewing his mouth shut with our product
"You speak against our steel, our steel silences you"
The drones repeated the phrase
The young boy whimpered and tried to scream
But only increased his pain
The officer began to sew his eyes
Gently pulling the eyelids up and thrusting the point through
Tears rolling down in a bloody mess
"You see a problem in our city, we correct your vision. There are no problems"
Repeat

The boy had fallen into the mud
Blood and tears streaming down his face
Many grays turning to vomit from being forced to watch

The officer wound a fair amount of wire around his neck
Then secured it to the rope of the flagpole

"Lieutenant, please raise the flag."
The officer spoke coldly to a shaking and queasy gray
The gray was about to speak when the officer turned and flashed a steel frown at him
His trembling lips stopped as he proceeded to the flag

We watched as the strong, yet shaking hands of the gray pulled the rope
Each tug lifting the boy up
His legs kicking in the air and muffled screams drifted into the night

Once he was at the top, there was no more kicking
No more screaming

The engines stopped
The Tight Line disappeared

Playing a show

Tomorrow
In Tempe


This song, along with another
Looks like I fell right into a band

"Despite all my rage

I am still just a rat in a cage"



No matter how much I write
How much I don't care
How at peace I am with it

I will still be taking jabs at you



reflect is on cinder blocks in the front for now
seven thirty one has my focus


I just had the memory of me and my dad blasting Anna Nalick on the radio
2 A.M. is a great song
End of story


I miss Pennsylvania
It has been a year since I last went, and it was fun while it lasted
It is always fun finding what trouble my grandfather and I can get into


I can't beleive that this is still on the site
This is a picture of me, my father, and the then Miss Pennsylvania
Outside of the motorcycle dealership my grandfather's best friend used to own before he passed


It's good that the new story idea came to life
It is something I am way too interested in to let slide

Wish List

Retro Sport Dolphins Tee
Pittsburgh City of Champions Tee
Macbeth Manchesters
Levis Jeans 511
3/4 Sleeve Raglan Tee
Local Smalltown High School Sports Shirts

seven thirty one

The heel of the boot stood and struck me prominently in the jaw
Pulps of red began to emerge from my lips
My hand raised to my mouth to examine the damage
Laughter of the young recruits filled the air
The bloody pulp that had emerged from my mouth was most of my bottom lip
As crimson poured from the gaping hole that was now my mouth
Mixed in with the wet soot and soil in the rain

I looked up to see the booted man
The young gray sentinels stood like steel pillars against the overcast
The burned remains of homes and holding cells littered the world

The booted man extracted a kerchief from his pocket and neatly wiped away the vile on his polished shoe
He called over a cadet who handed him a pair of pliers
My tooth is the price for not biting the bullet
"Forgive me, comrade. This is now mine"

The boot erupted on the side of my ribcage
Shattering my breathing
The snap of his leather fingers signaled for the towers of youth to evacuate

I picked up the mess that was my lip
Looked down at the mess that was my uniform
Looked up at the mess of world

Famous Last Words

To all of those who have given their concern of what happened to us.
To all of those who wanted to escalate a situation that did not concern them.
To all of those who left after I took the road less traveled by.
To all of those who pointed out the fact that a mistake was made.
To all of those who tried to take advantage of the vulnerabilities of the situation.
To all of those who constantly reminded us of what happened when we were at peace.

And most importantly:
To all of those who felt the need to insist that I was making a bad situation worse by continuing.


"I am not what I ought to be,
Not what I want to be,
Not what I am going to be,
But I am thankful that
I am better than I used to be."

Thank you.

Google Autocomplete

Google now has the option that will generate a drop down list of the most common searches based on what you have typed into the search box.

So, I was pressing keys and reading it.
I typed "N", and I saw that "nipples" was one of the top searches.
Type in "P", and "poop" is one.
"S", you get "sexual intercourse", followed by "Susan Boyle".
"T" gives you "thong".
"U" gives you "ugly people" as one.
"I" gives you "images".


Really?
I know that there are more search options compared to those, but those are on the top?
I mean...who is sitting at home with the brilliant idea to try to search Google Images for images? Or the others...why are you looking that up? For what reason would you need an image of poop?


That function should be disabled...

"Who can it be now?"

*saxophone riff*


Andrew and I are throwing an 80's party this Friday. I will be sure to post pictures. My outfit is beyond awesome.


Job search has been less than successful. What else is new?

New story idea! reflect is still being worked on, but I really want a distopian society story. Another collection of pieced together pages of a journal of some sort while living in a futuristic society in which power and wealth are the ruling powers and the thoughts of reason and logic are considered a threat to society. Something that would give a feeling of a more threatening sense of nostalgia. Like you are afraid to come to face what has happened in the past because of a recollection that is close to you. Maybe even a frame tale? Multiple characters living in the same community with their different views given. Just something I have in my head.


I have found myself drawing a lot more. I'll post or send some pics of what pretty soon.