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No One and a Half: Point of View

by on Jul.22, 2008, under Articles, No One and a Half

Scribed by Jason Firestone.

The Band Member:
“I had a show Saturday. Woke up at 8am because I still had to work a full day first. I’d give my left nut to be able to have Saturdays off again, especially on show days, but $4 per gallon gas isn’t going to pay for itself. So anyway, I got off work about 5 and headed over to the 7-11 to get a (continue reading…)

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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On Goodbyes

by on Jul.17, 2008, under Articles, Sharing the Hate

There are very few moments when you say goodbye to someone you know that it is for the last time. When you know, hold onto that anger. Therein lays the pith. Let it consume you through mental tithing. Ten percent, and no more echoes in the distance. Depose yourself to that goodbye. This is the requiem of despair. Two words some up the evening: No Hope

The funeral mass and dirge I sing with delight. (continue reading…)

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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On the Telephone

by on Jul.10, 2008, under Articles, Sharing the Hate

Leaning with my back up against the wall in a slanted position, I glance around my surroundings. Currently I reside in the den where regret meets despair. The black deep ceiling interior makes the dark brown wooden tables and bar stand out a little bit more than they should. The only overhead lighting brings the bar to focus, while small white candles briefly illuminate the tables where people can sit and chat. There is probably a pool table and a dartboard off near the side by the bathrooms for those lucky enough to grab them early. At least that is what the loud cheers and boisterous noises tell me. The pocket watch vibrates slightly against the side of my front leg. It is a strange sensation, but it must mean someone is actually calling me. Odd, since I am the type to go out and find people to interact with very rarely planning this feat. The pocket watch vibrates gain for the second time. It is easier to talk to those that are out of their own volition than to drag people out who will be miserable for leaving their home. (continue reading…)

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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On Pocketwatches

by on Jul.03, 2008, under Articles, Sharing the Hate

Glancing down at his pocket watch, he notices the time on the LCD screen says 21:34. It would be foolish to call the pocket watch a cellphone since it never rings. Set to loud, vibrate, or silent the end result is the same… SILENCE. Not the deafening silence talked about earlier, just nothingness neither calm nor disturbing. The consistency is calming though.

There is a loud snap as the lid of the pocket watch opens, speaks its purpose and then slams closed. There is satisfaction in that sound, knowing that one small goal is over. At least the watch generates sound then, proving through clapping thunder that it exists. This goal is a rather trivial and pointless goal, but an accomplished goal nonetheless.

The pocket watch has no purpose, thought, or feelings. Its ability to prove it exists is irrelevant. If the walking dead have no purpose, thought, or feelings, why do they need to prove that they exist? The walking dead do have feelings, (continue reading…)

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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On Pizza

by on Jun.26, 2008, under Articles, Sharing the Hate

A cloaked figure casually strolls down an abandoned alley loosely lit by the neon glow of an open sign while the fresh tomato basil aroma permeates the immediate area. On second though, is it a fresh tomato basil aroma or a stale tomato basil aroma? Perhaps several hours ago the aroma was fresh, but now it is stale.

That would explain how the aroma made its way this far from the shop. The alley is desolate, and the perfect place to emerge from the shadows into the mainstream just long enough to strike and dart back into hiding. Of all the things to twirl between his right fingers, a stick of chalk would be the least expected, but the most needed for tonight’s adventures. Checking his pocket, he did remember to bring his lighter as well. The other material components such as intoxicants, stimulants, and test subjects are just around the corner.

Pizza is on sale this time of night, before the hordes of weekend warriors run amuck until the wee hours of the dawn before retreating into a state of sullen regret. Pizza is on sale this time of night, because the only people about are those that will cater to the weekend warriors in less than 2 hours time. Pizza is on sale this time of night, because those people who cater to the weekend warrior have grown tired of Pizza, and do not covet it.

The sale is the only way to draw them inside to partake in warm sticky gooey bread. If the price is low enough, perhaps the store will see a demand. Pizza is only on sale this time of night, because no one wants to eat Pizza. The ironic tale of supply and demand told in such a cruel fashion on a night such as this. How sad is the world when one does not covet Pizza? Pizza might be called the world’s most perfect food to those that are aware of the impact Pizza has on group dynamics. It is all in the tells, all in the tells.

The open-faced sandwich, meant for your traveling party to share, topped with a mixture of the essential food groups combine your clique into one common unit. Tear from the central pot of nutrients and share your tales of bravery and woe. Tear from the edges in unison and enjoy the company of your comrades. Fold and stuff it quickly into your mouth if you do not want to enjoy it, or take small precious bites to savor the moment.

There is so much to learn about a group of people by simply watching them eat communal food. You can see who the Alphas are, as they take first, fold in half, and then sit back boasting. You can see who the pleasers are as they take last, and also fold in half to be able to sit back and make sure everyone else’s needs are met. You can see who the outsiders are as they wearily take with a lack of confidence, and will follow the movements of the Alpha not folding to keep themselves occupied with eating. Those just under the Alphas, the lieutenants, will take before the outsiders and they will not fold out of defiance. This all happens without anyone realizing it. Given enough time these lieutenants will stand up to the Alpha, just give it time.

Watch carefully next time, and see how the Alpha, or lieutenants treats his significant other in this case. Does he take her for granted? If so, he will take for himself and let her, fend for herself. He does not care about her needs, and she is miserable for it. Does the lieutenant take before the Alpha’s significant other? If so you can be sure that the Alpha not only takes her for granted, but also does not even want her present. Does the Alpha mock the lieutenant for being kind to his significant other? How does the lieutenant respond? That response will show you his true level of defiance.

This group as described is the easiest to cripple. Simply start by talking to the one who takes last, and then pull away with those that lack confidence. Odds are they lack confidence and stick around because they are interested in the Alpha or the Alpha’s significant other. Give them something else to chase and a better chance for success. They will be yours to command. You merely present them with an out.

At least one dozen, possibly more, weekend warriors will fight ferociously against their own inner demons and lose. These fallen warriors will lose more than their tomorrow, but their dignity and their will to carry forward retreating into the inner recesses of their habitual droning. The harder one fights against one self the more one will end up losing when they fall. Run from yourself and smash into your own wall you spent years building. It exists to trap you inside more so than to keep others out.

A slight drizzle causes the droplets of water to bounce off his cap as he pushes hit hat back onto his head using his left hand. The water stings ever so slightly. The water makes its way inside the bandage touching the last of the open wounds from punching the mirror so many weeks ago. Glancing down at his pocket watch, I notice the time on the LCD screen says 19:47. Time to set up camp where despair meets regret and go on a recruiting mission. I think I might be in the mood to pretend to eat Pizza later this evening.

sincelery,
Leo

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No One and a Half: Things You Should Know

by on Jun.23, 2008, under Articles, No One and a Half

Scribed by Jason Firestone.

The cover song you picked for your set = better than the entire rest of your set.

Putting out the same album for 20 years does not make you “true,” “dedicated,” or “loyal,” it makes you really really really boring. On the flip side to that, if people are actually buying every single one of your albums despite it being a complete recycling of your last (read: every single AC/DC album after Back in Black), you’re running one hell of a good business. (continue reading…)

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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On Weaving Decimation

by on Jun.19, 2008, under Articles

Yes, this piece is the decimate.

The place where one starts to fear me by the scars I bear on the inside. The place where one stares straight into the abyss. The abyss comes to cradle you. It will rock you gently into oblivion. The place where those scars run so deep that they bear marks on the surface as well. The surface of the wall. These scars of torment, and the absolution comes with unabated wrath towards the only animal on this planet worth despising…. humans. Those that are “green” already know that the planet is better off without humans.

They hold themselves in such high regard, when they are nothing more than shallow yet hollow husks. The larger the ego the less depth they possess. The best defence is a good offence, and nothing offends more than a mirthful tongue. Clever wit becomes a shield, and Sarcasm becomes a tool to use on those who lack confidence. Continue to twinge in discomfort and read on while gently rubbing the back of your neck. Good. Though, your eyes are wide, and you cannot turn away as these words cascade strewn across the page. That tense stress pressing on your neck now is causing you to have a slight pain. Do you lack strength of will? Sharp the pain is, perhaps sitting up in your chair will help? Is the color draining from your face? Can your feet touch the floor at this height?
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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: Animate, Recreate, Decimate

by on Jun.12, 2008, under Articles, Sharing the Hate

I continue to hate this world with every ounce of my being, and will one day find a way to…. I guess that last statement actually lacks a solid conclusion. To try to induce a conclusion there is laudable if not down right laughable in the process. There goes my ego again, screaming to claim significance among the insignificant. What will I do? What could I do?

It is not as if I could simply trade this world for another physically or metaphysically.

Instead, I could sit and continue to gaze at the stars while anthropomorphically personifying some elaborate concept transcending levels of spirituality. There would be a great debate on cause and effect due to the mind grappling with reason and conscience. It is a virtuous internal debate on immorality and ethics. (continue reading…)

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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On the Embrace

by on Jun.05, 2008, under Articles, Sharing the Hate

I think a smile or a smirk flashed across my face earlier this evening. Definitely, a grin stretched from ear to ear as I drank deeply of a different substance than what would be considered the standard quaffing. It was a crowning achievement in my progression actually. The grimace was that of accomplishment. I remember it quite well the look upon her face as I sucked what little essence and soul clean out of her now hollow husk with one passionate embrace.

It is standard practice for a necromancer to not only communicate (continue reading…)

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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On Drifting

by on May.29, 2008, under Articles, Sharing the Hate

When rolling on the tumultuous waves one has quite a bit of time on their hands. There is time to stare into the water and take in a reflection. A reflection of how one sees themselves against the currents and tides. There is time to be at one with nature and the surrounding environment. There is time to plot a course, and stay true to that course with the tools at hand such as paddle, sail, map, and compass. There is a whole lot of time, because as per the usual time is standing still as I continue to move forward.

Cupping the water gently up to my lips, the water tastes of despair. Despair tastes very bitter. Bitter is one of the tastes the tongue can specifically differentiate when tasting food such as salts, sours, and sweets. Bitter supposedly triggers a response in the brain that one should not eat the food since it is poisonous. (continue reading…)

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