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The Image is filled. The weapons gathered, the weapons flew, the hunt, the chase, The snap,
Jackass, Oh Death Dealer the injury sustained in your speech.
My mind is a slate. Today it was filled and I thought erased. But now I believe it is only to full to
read. I thought burn out now high gear.
The day goes by ideas, stimulas, and input go in and acumilate. Suddenly I have to many ideas and
my mind seems to go blank, wipe clean and focus on the minicule *minuscule*. Speech shuts down,
otherwise speech would become eratic, stutter, and confused. My body continues to function, but
only on baser levels, id nearly takes over. My mind, though blank and at ease, becomes a very
observant observer, and continualy hurls other erelivant things through my mind such as songs.
Thus is a snap, thus I act like a Jackass. I become an observer of myself I know what I'm doing but
I don't know why and I can't stop myself. In this state I became a menace and anoyed Death
Dealer to the point of ruining a lasting relationship. If not for Thesus's aid it may have happend. I
pray for Death Dealers forgiveness and understanding.
Death Dealer deliverd a blow to me in this state, luckily in this state for it would have hurt more if I
were in a regular frame of mind. Death Dealer knew not he struck me, and if he did know I would
no longer be alive.
=I know you well, Sensi.=
'Not well enough to know this. This, I'm afraid, I will keep from you to my doomsday, or die trying.'
=How will you die by releasing a secrete?=
'If released if not kill by you then by others or all.'
~~ =BAM= 'Shut up you fool!!!' said I leveling off the gun again.
'He doesn't know and he won't!'
I turned and pointed the gun to Death Dealer and yelled
'You don't know and you won't! Do you hear me, do you understand!' ~~
With the image filled the idea drops. Gary, the teachers teacher, fell short of my mind and no longer
torments it. Death Dealer thank you for filling the gap.
I am continuously learning. I learned more today. The stars of flying death I learned, and continue to
learn. The staff I learned, and continue to learn. The body I learned, and will ever continue to learn.
Weapons of death congregated and flew about in a frenzy.
My mind still wanders, more than paper alows. Goodnight.
The blow struck Death Dealer right in the head, and in the flow-through glanced upon my chin
knocking us both to the ground. Though Death Dealer was hit hardest I felt a great deal of pain
also.
From the ground we both looked up in utter amazment at our assailent. She whoes name means the
light, the mother of Death Dealer.
She then turned and walked off fuming and yelling about crappy children. All I could do is think
how wrong and out of character this is.
Death Dealer called me over, and we brainstormed for ideas of how to change his room while being
unusual, creative and non-monotonos. From my simple idea and evoled even further Death Dealers,
we thought we had it perfect.
Posters and weapons where to be hung on the wall (normal and the way before) upsidedown or
sideways on the fluxuating slant of the room design.
We put both our creative and artistic minds to work and assembled the posters in a logicly
explained artistic style. We were astounded with the design capibilitys and how well and 'natural' it
all seemed to fit together. In our minds weapons began to fall into place but not yet on the walls.
Then came the knock at the door. His mother. We can't hide it from her now and we can't have her
wait until were finished.
'I like what we have,' said Death Dealer, 'Let's show her.'
'Got it!' I replied proud of the work we had done too.
We turned out the lights and ushered her in blind. Then opened her eyes and turned on the light.
Then came the afore mentioned blow and our staggering disbeliefe. We knew that like any other
new idea, she would go for it emediatly. But instead publicly proclaimed her 'hatred' (not quite hate
(very close) but much more then strong dislike!) of the rooms new design and the provaers of the
idea.
She then said it was late, she was going to bed, and I should leave. The Spirit left quickly as Death
Dealer and I picked oursleves up off the floor. We (or more likely we agreed but D.D. would be
doing) agreed that we should stand and fight the issue and state ourside clearly and fair, our way is
correct. I left feeling like a punctured ballon. I drove home thinking of the whys and hows and try as
I might I can't think of why or how, she thought and reacted as she did.
Help me find out, fill my void.
*I didn't know where this was going at first - but I remember this like it was yesterday now. As it said we redecorate his room by hanging the posters Upside-down or sideways. I got the idea as I lay on the bed with my head hanging off and looking at them that way. When the posters where upside-down we noticed more the directions and compositions of the images. We lined them up so the direction of one was balanced or carried on in another. We worked on it a long time and were actually really proud of ourselves. His mother did not actually hit us - but we sure felt like we had been. We really did think she would like it - or at least tolerate it. We were wrong.*
Many things, many unimportant things.
Death Dealer says resolved, the Indian in Black returned from a quezy absence, I read many a
beatiful and tragic things. I watch images on a screen, A colt has joined us and I deram of many a
thing and falling from great hieghts may soon be true.
Goodnight
..............Damon
...............D'artagnon
.................Killgrave *skull insignia*
The day goes by.
Dominator leaves for his city and leaves a note apologizing for his mother. She stated an opionion,
one against and about me, but and opionion. I did not object. However, the Dominator was decent
this weekend.
Death Dealer settles into his room having comprimized with his mother. *nothing remaind
upside-down*
We saw the Zoo, and all the animals. Many were so ... human, while other humans were so ... .
Aliens were created today, althought all were villianous.
Tomorrow, ah tomorrow they will try, but not succed in trying. I will put up a Rouse They will not
get my . . . .
Spirit! Seemingly captured on paper. To think of there believe! My character in two-dimensions.
Yet the man who tired was knowledgeable and delightful and with a flash, blinding.
Shall we dance? We'll do it all the way through Satan's Alley while staying alive. Let me teach you
to strut and be a fool.
Death Dealer why must things be so. Why am I the way I am?
'You are only in a stage of development. You are still maturing and growing. Wether you like it or
not you will change more, for good or ill.'
Why am I so ignorant and you so wise?
'Ask yourself the question and learn your own answer.' was the reply.
Thank you for the food and the Grease two. I'll go to my home now and rest. I'll have no exersize
again tonight, for the hour is late.
My dog tag! My tape! Death Dealer's book! all forgoten, again, and left in his room.
My mind runs blanks and my mind can't think. The summer heat beats down upon me and fries the
very brain in my skull.
'If there's one person I never want this to be known to its Death Dealer.'
DDK *skull insignia*
*Ample amount of current movie titles thrown in there. Also, I'm now starting to deal with the idea that a man really has no secrets from his best friend (or shouldn't). And I have one - a big one really. How can I continue to say 'You can tell me anything.' as well as hear it - and still not be able to talk about it?*
Mother has met Mother. Mother had departed to the city of the Dominator and leaves us in th 'care'
of her mother.
I walk the street and look about me and I am suddenly attacked by a spasm of guilt toward Death
Dealer. This guilt is either short-lived or sets me to thinking and leads me deeper and deeper into
the pain.
I sit and draw or read or think or eat or anything and suddenly the same attack the same story
through my head. My only queston is, why Death Dealer in particular instead of the countless other
it could fall upon like Thesus, Young militant, Calm struggling Alien, and others? Why Death Dealer
in particular? My guilt rarely steams from he and more from others. Why Death Dealer when if he
knew would surely have the date of my death speed to the present.
Why do I feel guilty?! He most of all need not know. Hell, no one needs to know except one, me.
The guilt may be short-lived but it strikes often. I don't need this guilt!
Death Dealer I'm sorry I feel I can't tell you this. As sircumstances are now, I never will. If they
change, maybe. But I won't have the guilt or the hatered.
The guilt came and went. The story flowed and finished.
In my mind Death Dealer found I was hiding something. He made me chose between the secrete
and his friendship. I knew either way I lost his friendship and if I told I would lose even more. For
that reason I said goodbye and walked away.
A week later I checked back to see if perhaps Death Dealer had changed his mind. He was glad to
see me as long as he thought I was going to tell him the secrete. Again I left.
I found a cliff and sat on the edge and thought out my entire life. I thought of 'sliping' and falling to
my death but found I couldn't. I wanted to continue living.
Death Dealer found me here and we talked. In the course of conversation Death Dealer figgured
out the secrete. He flew into a rage and all I could do against his skill was stand and take it.
I goaded him on, telling him to hit me, let out his rage where it belongs. 'You can hit me all day' I
yelled to him 'It won't solve anything!'
I shed alot of blood and damaged my eye in this fight before I was knocked over the cliff. I siezed a
bush a foot from the edge and called out to Death Dealer for help.
He looked down on me then . turned away.
I then looked down and called up. 'I'm sorry Death Dealer, sorry for the pain, and anger. Be
happy.'
I then let go of the shrub willing to fall. Yet I was stoped and I didn't fall.
Death Delaer had hold of my hand. He pulled me up from my death.
'I couldn't just let you die.' he said. 'I still hate you, but your time hasn't come yet to die. I don't ever
want to see you again. I'll keep your secrete.'
He then walked off and I felt as though I had lost it all. I grevied for days and then muddled through
life.
This isn't what I want to happen, and this is the most optomistic and realistic view I've ever had.
God don't ever let it happen that way. Please let there be a day when he's changed just enough to
be him and except me as a friend.
*Series of quick sketches. Cliff's edge with stick figures - one laying over and holding up a dangling figure. Close up of the hand holding the wrist of the other. Face and shoulders of figure leaving with face and shoulders of sad figure with dark glasses (me). Sad figure sitting in a lotus position next to the edge - of a large field with a small figure in the center (denoting isolation as well as loneliness and the size I feel).*
I read of men like me and yet strangely different. Even as I write the guilt slows me down.
=Die! god Damn it! Die!= I yell with in mind to all with out and within. the guilt should die as it died
before, only this time it shall not be reborn.
God if only wishes came true or had a chance to, but then I would be wishing my life away.
You need to die and that spark over there needs to grow and burn bright!
*Stylized image of a chain that crosses the entire page ¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷¬÷ *
Chains to separate thought. Wise?
A Journey! Another Journey! Damn I'm tired of journeys! the dominator is about to drag me off on
a senesless journey. I don't mind journeys as long as theres a purpose behind that journey. these
journeys have no purpose. 'Let;s see a mountain' in no purpose.
Holly joyu has sent me a letter, a letter I promptly answerd. I may soon recieve another or wait until
hourneys end to find a letter writen by she.
I love her letters. I hope we write eachother a lot.
*Series of images. A dagger. A Crucifixion with an X over his heart. A small flame (or spark)
escaping a fire. A letter.*
*Have I mentioned that my Father is living and working in Kansas City? He came home on the weekends. Often he would try to take us back with him or have us come up to KC instead of him coming back. I never wanted to go. I had no friends in KC - I had no purpose in KC. This particular entry however is taked about a hastily planed 'family' vacation to Colorado.*
I am in a state of anger which has a possiblity of Lasting a week or longer. It is amazing what can
happen in day to anger a person tremendously in controlled amounts. Above I am a placid,
unemotional pool, the anger doesn't show but it keeps me from feeling any other emotion.
'Your father comes home tommorow. We may leave then.' states my mother.
Anger starts with contanquerous lawn mowers, hot days, lack of exersize, and the absence of
friends. It now builds with the statement that a senceless unplaned journey may be moved up a day
simply because its there!
I call Death Dealer to tell him I will be gone to my dismay.
'Then come over now. Met me at Thesus's house and we'll have fun today.' the offer sounded better
than brooding at home. Fun it was.
Fun was long in coming. We sat about doing nothing then rode about doing nothing. We finally
threw stars of Death and finally had some fun.
Then late that night, us all in black, we went on a run. We had fun yet I suffered many injuries.
I return home to realize the presures the Dominator has place upon me for the next day. Before we
leave I must; pack, and be sure I have plenty of clothes; Fix my glasses, which where bent out in the
fun; Get my comics, which on one else wishes me to do; and to top this all off it all may have to be
done by and early time!
Then blow of all blows comes from Death Dealer
'I have a hus-hush secrete, but I feel you two should know.'
Thesus and i lisen intently.
'My father quit his job today which means we may move away before the school year starts.
'Move where?' Thesus asks echoing my own thoughts.
'I don't know but the Virgin Islands is a strong possiblity.'
My closest and most possibly the best freind I ever had could move half-way around the world
within months.
I am now angered beyond beliefe yet on-one will know. I feel a meed to break boards, punch walls
and injure myself to escape in the escasy of pain. I need a vent to anger, to release this emotion
would be grand. But I cannot, will not, shall not. I await the explosion.
*Image of a man 'spread eagle' with the energy of an explosion around him*
241 miles traveled today for useless purposes. We left at 3:3Ø today and ate about 7:00 and
stoped to roost at 9:0Ø. They tell me now they intend to drive another 25Ø miles tomorrow. I
already miss and dream of adventures with Death Dealer and Thesus.
I dream of storming the past school of my two freinds. We gain entrance and do something to say
we were there, such as turn the chairs upsidedown or write graffitti on the chalkboards. Or
defending the planet from invading aliens with our abilitys in martial arts and our ingenuity.
I shall keep these entries short, I have no will to write when mad and hostile.
Dominator did a good thing, a first, I now have a job.
*I should note that this entry and all that follow to the end of this page are inserted into the notebook. I had meant to transcribe them in to the book at a later time and must not have ever gotten to it like I had before. When I was away from home and the place I had this book 'hidden' I would write on anything and just bring it back.*
The fun began. I set out to have no fun, I was mad. But the journey have found a purpose, humility.
I have been taught humility. We arrived in the land of mountains at about 12:30 and to the sounds of
John Denvers 'Rocky mountain high'.
Then suddenly came the mountains. Large magestic mountains in colors of brown, purple and the
snow white peaks. At first believed 'Seen one seen them all', but I've only seen pictures and they do
no justice.
We traveled throught he Big Thomson canyon, cut out of nuture by a river of rapids. That is the
most majestic and awe inspiring canyon I've ever seen. Lat
Later I climbed a montain by the name of Lily. I thought such a name - childs play, Ha! There was
not top to this mountain! I climbed her with my bare hands and the climbing skills taught me by
Death Dealer and Thesus (and I thought one day I must return with those two at my side and spend
days climbing mountains). I left the Dominator behind in my dust at about a thousand feet. I climbed
on and on. I finally saw a peak and there! Then I go down. I sat there and looked about and know
the meaning of awe. The mountains are beatiful!
I heard panting and met two dogs, which I called campaion and friend, they followed my 'fall' to
earth. I then shoped for notes and gifts, Death Deather and Thesus will now have tiger eyes an a
card. Tomorrow horses - then Rapids!
8307.25 supplimentary
I had bad dreams which I believe have suggnifcance. I wish to write them before I forget.
Death Dealer and Thesus were teaching self-deffense classes at school - only school was a dirt
floor out in the open with a white picket fence.
After long days and successful training an unprovoked fight broke out between unknown students
and the teachers during a conversation with Death Dealer.
In the fight Death Dealer found a bottle of pop and broke off the end and held both students at bay.
Twidwel *the school security gaurd* then came arrested Death Dealer and Thesus, released the
two students and held me captive as a witness to testify in court.
There is was no way for me to put into words what happened to get a truth result using truth. It was
not teachers fault, the fight was unprovoked, yet the bottle was an act of desperation but no judge
would believe this of self-deffense instructors.
Even if I could get this across pop would be ban from the school and all the people around me
would be pissed.
I desperation I fled for a day and came upon Angel. I haven't seen her# since she moved.
I stayed with her and watched as changed from one dress to another in a fasion critic. As we went
on the dresses become more and more daring. Then when she had coaxed me into a small swimsuit
and put her self in a backless, flowing see through dress her Mohter walked in and condemed me!
She pulled out her daring baby and locked me in the room for sentancing. I quickly tryed to dress
myself while waiting and the room changed. I was in the same dirt areana as before, my car is were
I got my pants. Angel and her mother yelled from a balcony above - Die!
Then I awoke as a janitors car rushed toward me.
I and circomstance put my friends in bad situations and I took or tired to take as much blame as
possible.
Why.
I rode a horse of great intellegence. This stallion draped in his ebony beauty showed me the equal
beauty of the landscape. Once I learned to steer this ebony shadow.
Robert, our cowboy guide had a filly with spirit. She threw him and ran off.
This came about after a climb up one huge mountain to which I actually reached the top. I must
however admit that a tram-way took me halfway to the top. I rompt and had such fun in the
unexplored regions of nature and rejoicing in the beauty.
Then I found mans work on the top. Wires, shacks, radar dishes,and a radio spouting noises of
man. I despised it. It ruined the consept of nature.
Then I saw the most beautifull and awsome thing I ever saw. Nature fullfilled a small wish of mine,
rain.
The Tempest built up his rage being held back by a mountain. Then came the black ominous clouds
over the mountian. They creept over like a snake, crawling over on his belly. Then they filled the sky
and began there riegn of terror.
Thunder and lightining flashing across the sky and echoing endlessly through the mountains. The air
became charged with energy and I began my calls to the heavens.
Then came the rain pouring down in all its glory. These heaven sent tears feel lightly in large, cold
drops.
The rain came and went but the clouds lingerd and every once in awhile there is a flash of light and a
quite endless echho of thunder.
It was beautiful and great. and One day I vowe to stand on the top of a mountain and let the clouds
roll over me. I want to feel the charge in the air. To see the lightning around me and feel the thunder
reverberate about my body.
Yet I still so very much miss my friends Death Dealer and Thesus. but I will not leave untill I have
riden the wild and untame waters of the rapids. i will feel the icy touch of water to my bone, but I
will concer.
*The horse riding adventure. Our guide being thrown wasn't uncommon we found out later. Seems that where we had gone for trail rides bought their horses from the rodeo and let them out to the public the next day. rumor had it they have had five fatalities in the past four years. As a youth that just made surviving our trip that much more cool. I did get a taste of it though. After our guide was thrown I offered to let him ride with me on my horse (I did have some ulterior motives beside feeling sorry for him walking with all his bruises and scrapes). We tried it. When he got on my horse bucked us. He jumped off falling again but I stayed in the saddle. I offered for him to try again. He decided not to try again. I haven't ridden a horse since but would like to.*
Ha, Ha! You nearly did it you deviless you. Almost had me defeated before I started.
You deviless, you thought the cold would get me, and you were nearly correct. But once we began,
once I started to conquere you, your icy touch could not phase me but for a moment.
We drove to you in a warm car. We wore warm clothes. Then you struck us in relently blows.
Clouds gathered, the tempurature droped without the heat-giving sun. Then nessesity said we need
to strip our-selfs of warm clothes and stand in the cold. Then you sent your agents to discourage
me. Small, yet powerful and deathly cold raindrops. No lightning, no thunder, none of the things that
make me feel good, only your relentless cold and heat stealing water.
We then climbed in our vehicle of air and rubber, one foot in, one in your icy deepths. My foot
quickly froze and went numb while the rest of me shook in spasms of cold. My hairs stood up, my
skin dotted its self with mountains and my teeth clattered together like some dime-store joke.
I nearly gave in here, nearly decided to cold, to wet, to challenging. Then I realized my thought and
became determined. Then we began!
Up, down, sideways, splash, hard right, hard left, back paddel, forward! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!
Good job! Lets rest!
The adrenilin ran, the motion heated. You lost lady of the Sea. I conquered one I intend to go all the
way! nothing stops me now.
You were clam as you thought. I could hear you ploting your next stragity.
Paddle! Stroke! Stroke! yelled our guide. We took the next set in stride as we did the next. I sat in
front and steared to help you get your revenge, but you did not more.
You lashed back quickly for that thought didn't you Nimuay.
Paddle! Paddle! Stroke Damn it! Stroke! Hard! Hard! Hard! Hard Right! Hard Right! Hard
Left! Left! Oh Shit! the guide yelled.
I saw the island rock you sent. She scared me momentarily. I on the left, the left side rushing to the
rock. I quickly grabed center and pulled my foot and my ore out. We struck her full force from the
top of a wave and beached on the penacle for a moment until the next wave crashed us from behind
and sent us over the top like falling from a cliff.
I put my ore in the water and helped stablize. I looked back at the two men from my side you threw
in. You didn't get me wench, you didn't get me.
You knew it then, you released the sun and gave us safe passage. I conquered you and loved it, a
rapid love affiar. I'll be back. You know that to!
*My heart still races as I talk about this. I remember seeing that huge looming rock just appear out
from under a wave of water. I raised my leg so it wouldn't hit the rock as we head right for it. Then
all the water was gone. We just sat on the top of the rock. Then just as suddenly all the water
rushed back throwing us back into the rapids.
As I looked back during the stroke with the paddle I saw the two men behind me. Eyes forward,
paddle in the water and then I didn't see the two men behind me. Eyes forward, paddle in the water
and then I saw one clinging to the side of the raft. Eyes forward, paddle in the water and then I saw
them both. As we continued to paddle they just hung on. I remember the wife of one saying to her
husband 'Get back in the boat.' -Like he wanted to be out there, or had a choice about getting back
in. The rapids calmed shortly there after and we did get them back in the boat. Later the one that
was down longer told us he came back up under the raft. He thought he was going to drown. Said
he'd do it all again though.
The only thing that bothered me about this experience I didn't find out until much later. We where
all of course there (Mom, Dad, and Brother). Mom told me later that she was terrified from the
word go - because she doesn't know how to swim. Couldn't believe she went knowing that. She
said she felt obligated to go with the rest of us. Said she asked Dad if she could set it out, but he
wanted us all to be there.
We got our picture taken in those rapids. We had it made into a poster. I'll have to see if I can find
it somewhere.*
Things! Things! Things! all these
THINGS *This is actually drawn and stretches across the page.*
I start the first, I practiced today. The Dominator came, I controlled myself today - I had a release
for the anger he built.
I will awake tomorrow at 5:00AM, the time I will needs be up for work in the future. I will practice
again. I intended alone, the Dominator said he'd be there. I wanted to do it alone, now he's coming
by his own decree and against mine.
I will go with him, and he will sit and give road directions, if he shouts at me again, yells 'crunch' or
'shit', or says any other thing, I will not be responsible.
I contained myself for one day, I must again on the first, I do not tomorrow or the next day. If on
my case, I shall not lose face, I shall stand up to his cruelty, and show him my speacilty, Me.
I worked out a schedual for school. and soon will enroll. Thesus and I worked out our sheduals
together for lunch and the screen of the future class together. Death Dealer came by, but had no
time to coordinate a schedual. We will work out his later.
But If he moves we may not have to worry much about it. Yet if moved may not so bad for
locations are better and better with a promise to touch and future contact.
One day a mound will house a thinker.
Oh, the aches that used to be pain. I seem to heal quickly.
Death Dealer and I began a light spar, I wished to quit, he hit me once more. He stood bouncing
and laughing, shirtless, barefoot, wearing large red gloves. I took off my shirt, glasses, and my ring
and boots so as not to hurt him, badly.
Thesus and Death Dealer both said it simutaniously 'Ooo! He's out for blood!'
Thesus steped back and watched.
Barefisted I took after Death Dealers hide. Swing, block, block, kick! Death Dealer recoiled rubing
his stung leg. He advanced next. Thrust, block, block, kick, catch, kick, slam!
Death Dealer got up from the wall holding his balls, Thesus laughed hard on the sides, we all began
to laugh.
We progressed from there, I kept Death Dealer in the corner, thrust him against the wall, and
kicked at his legs while blocking punches. Death Dealer would acasionaly jump out landing a kick
to the abdomen, a gloved fist the head or a spining back-fist, but on those I'd either fall or duck and
strike his back.
We were soon laughing to hard to fight and we were both to sore to continue.
Death Dealer recieved more blows, and more damage, yet I now have swollen fist from the
absence of gloves. My fingers have extra lumps and swollen girths. By morning they may be stiffer
and a different color. My fingers shake a little and the ache seems to be leaving. Death Dealer
suffers only numb legs perhaps a small bruise.
Dominator behaved to day. nothing more can be said. -
Where there's a whip ... there's a way. Where there's a whip ... there's a way I don't want to go to
war today, But the leash-master says nay, nay, may Now we have to march all day Right, left,
Right, left .... left!
I will clean, I will sleep. I will awake early, I will jog, I will clean, I will leave, I will find, I will come
back.
I may sit, I may heal, I may see friends, I may draw, I may spar, I may sun, I may exersize, I may
write, I may meditate.
. Keep me untill the morrow
I wish none to feel sorrow
. Keep me another day
I wish to stay
. Let me be
what I want to be.
*I want to point out that the only reason I ever survived any 'fight' with Death Dealer is because we where not out to hurt each other. At the time I was happy to try and point out things he may not have learned yet (like guarding against kicks or leaving his back open), but that quickly faded as he trained more then I ever did. Besides, I'm sure he let me win a lot.*
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