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The Family Friend

A Child’s Familiar Fable of The Spirit Realm
By Shayne Workman
“The Family Friend: A Child’s Familiar Fable of The Spirit Realm” Copyright © 2016 All Right’s Reserved By Shayne Workman.
For Aleeah and Scrappy
The woods were quiet and the dim light of early evening shone through the trees. The silence was broken by the whining of a dog. Shags the pitbull limped, bleeding, through the trees in the forest, his injury, the result of a .38 caliber bullet hole that went clean through his shoulder. He had been shot in the process of trying to get away. His frantic look of desperation and confusion on where to go in the unfamiliar territory that he had been brought to after being taken from his family, mistaken for a ferocity that the dog had never showed in his four years of life.
Shags had slipped the collar and he saw an opening, knowing only that he had to get back to his family wherever they were now. He ran, the wind causing his lips to flap and the lids of his eyes to pull back in a slant. It was a look that had brought joy and laughter to River, the dogs owner, for many years when they would play in the yard. The officer had been to the left in front of him, but all Shags saw in his tunnel vision was the open path to freedom. The shot rang out as the bullet tore through the thick muscular shoulder of the dog. The impact of the shot knocked the big dog to the ground and he yelped, a horrid sound of pain and fear. The thought did not pass his dog mind in words but rather the increased urgency that he had to get home, had to get to River. Adrenaline pulsed through his large frame increasing the already formidable pain tolerance of his breed as Shags rose and again took to running. Two more shots rung out, both missed.
Shags collapsed on the wet fallen leaves, still on the ground from the previous Autumn. His breathing was shallow and he whimpered with each breath as the blood continued to flow from the gaping wound in his shoulder. He stared out ahead of him, the last of the days light intermingling with the multiple tiny lights floating in the forest, some from fireflies, some from the fairies that made the woods their home. Shags watched the lights of the little beings getting ever brighter as the light of the day itself slowly faded.
River sat in her room crying. It wasn’t fair that Shags was taken from her, he had done nothing wrong. Shags was given to her as a puppy that she could lift in one hand four years before. His name was Pup at the time. It was not for another five months when he became half of River’s size, a forty-five pound mass of muscle and puppy like goofiness that he was given the name Shags because of his habit of sliding down the carpet of the stairs face first on his side for fun. He would get to the bottom, sneeze and then dart up the stairs to do it again. He liked making River laugh, it filled his puppy heart with joy and the hugs he got afterwards didn’t hurt either. He was always there for her in the tough times like after she came home from her first day of school. She had been so nervous, and she had doubts about going back the next day, but when she got home Shags was there excited and wagging his tail. He was there on the day she found out that she was sick and would need treatments. She had cried then too and he had jumped up on the bed and lay next to her gently laying his big flat head in her lap. It was comforting, to know she had this friend that was always there for her when she needed it most.
Three days before there had been a report on the news about a dog fighting ring getting broken up when one of the dogs escaped and attacked a kid that was walking home from school. Among the penalties faced by those who ran the clandestine operation was a fine for an all but forgotten ban on the pitbull breed. For years River and her family had lived happily with Shags, but after this report came up, one of their neighbors saw the little girl playing in the yard with Shags and had called the authorities. Now Shags was gone. Five people had come to their door, dog catchers and officers both, to take Shags. River begged them not to take him and her parents did everything they could to try and reason with them. They would have none of it. One of the officers saw fit, in front of the family to keep his hand on his gun and remind them that if the dog made any sudden movements in the process of being removed that he was full within his rights to put the dog down on the spot.
“Please, let Shags come home.” She said through her tears. Unknown to River, she had another companion. One she had never met, but one who had been with her far longer than Shags, lifetimes in point of fact. He did not yet have a name, for only the incarnation destined to make the connection with him would name him. He was River’s spirit guide and guardian. One day he would be called Howlett, but for now he was just a barn owl with strange yellow green eyes that had pinprick pupils. He watched as the girl cried, but when she had asked for Shags to be returned, Her choice set into motion his ability to give aid to the familiar that had made a connection to his charge.
Into the night sky the barn owl flew. The energy of the connection the familiar shared with River, his guide to finding the location where Shags lay bleeding and tending to his wound. The live animals of the waking world were familiars, all of them, their own breed of nature spirit. The wild ones were often used as emissaries for the spirit guides, but those that were domesticated made deeper connections with people that allowed for them to share in the protection and guidance of their people’s twin flame.
Shags lay licking his wound to keep it clean, he was lightheaded from the blood loss and weak, but there was nothing for him to do but what his instinct told him to do. If he could think in the same fashion that people do, he would have wished that in that moment River could be there with him as he had been for her many times. Instead he remembered and he felt, both the love in the memory and the pain that it was now lost to him. “Shags.” The voice entered his mind. He stopped licking his wound and looked up, his ears perked, his eyes confused yet happy to hear his name, though unsure of how. The owl landed in front of him. “Shags, come on boy, we’re going to get you back where you belong.” Shags immediately recognized the owl, he had been aware of his presence and his connection to River from the very start and most importantly, he was happy to see a friendly face he knew. The big dog started wagging his tail.
The owl saw the wound and coming closer began flapping his wings, within moments the movement began to generate a soft glowing white light and Shags felt a strange humming vibration enter him through the wound in his shoulder. The bleeding had stopped, though the damage was still present, but Shags felt a renewed strength enter his body and with steely, bull headed resolve, the dog got up to all fours and watched as the owl took flight. “Alright boy, lets play.” The voice in his head told him as the owl brushed his cold wet nose make him sneeze and go into the chase down, which was always Shag’s favorite game. As the owl took flight Shags went into pursuit, ignoring the pain in his body as he did.
In just under an hour Shags had followed the owl to a very familiar location, the place he had seen everyday for four years, his home. Time for a little help. The owl thought and sent out the call in the speech of the owls and found one nearby. The owl had received the call from the spirit guide and took flight lighting heavily on the car that belonged to River’s parents and setting off the alarm in the process. Not a full minute had passed before River’s father came out of the house to deal with the alarm. Shags wagged his tail as he watched the man look around confused as to how the alarm was set off in the first place. As Rivers dad turned to go back into the gate of the yard he heard a whining dog and upon looking found Shags limping happily towards him wagging his tail. “Shags?” He said. “Is that you boy?” The dog now moved faster at a labored trot. “Oh God. What happened to you boy?” He said as he noticed the gunshot wound in the dogs shoulder. Looking around to make sure there were no prying eyes, the man led Shags into the house.
River was still sitting on her bed crying when father came to her door. “River honey, come on out. there is someone here to see you.” He said. After a moment River had dried her tears and came to the door. “He’s in the living room, come on down.” Without a word the little girl followed her father down the stairs and her face suddenly lit up when she saw her buddy laying on the floor. “SHAGS!!!” She cried running to the dogs side. Shags managed a lazy but steady thumping of a wagging tail as his person rushed to his side, just like he knew she would.
River got upset when she saw that Shags had been hurt. “He’s been hurt!” She said. New tears spilling down her cheeks. “He has, and we need to get him to the all night vet as soon as we can.” Her father said. “So why don’t you go upstairs get dressed and we’ll take him to get that fixed up, what do you say?” Her dad barely had time to ask before River hugged him tight and darted back upstairs to get ready without even another word.
If owls had the type of mouths that could register a smile, River’s unknown spirit partner would have been seen as happy, but he roosted instead with a clear look of peaceful contentment for a job well done. Shags did heal from his injury, and he was sent to a family member who lived in a more tolerant environment,and River came to visit once a week during her treatments. She along with her family launched a fight to get the breed ban lifted in order to allow Shags to come home to stay.

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This story was one that I had not anticipated on writing. I had hoped to take a little break from The Spirit Realm, but it seems every time I try my Middle Earth just keeps calling to me. This time however, there was a purpose to it. A few days back I received a link to a petition for helping the family of a young four year old girl with cystic fibrosis, keep their dog that has been a huge source of comfort and security for the girl as she goes through her treatments. Their dog Scrappy, is a Pit bull and the petition is to help lift the breed specific ban and allow the two to stay together. I have been pushing this every chance I get ever since. I am a supporter of the breed. I have had two myself and in all honesty, you really can not find a more loyal companion than a pit bull, also as a misunderstood misfit myself I know what this breed faces. I was inspired by the story of this girl and her dog to tell one of my own that might give people an idea of how laws like this created and fueled by the paranoia caused by mass media coverage can put a family like this through Hell. I mean those with pets know, that they are family and laws like this really are the equivalent of having CPS come and take your kid away for no damn reason. The petition is still up, they are still in need of signatures 12,046 to be exact to reach a 150,000 milestone. I am leaving the link here. Please do look into it, sign it and pass it along. Thank you, – Love BIG CAT

https://www.change.org/p/city-of-lakewood-oh-allow-child-with-cystic-fibrosis-to-keep-her-dog-a-pit-bull?recruiter=74975134&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink

Spreading the good word of helping a sick child keep her pet from more government idiocy. Governments people, as a general rule need to be the responsible ones and make decisions based on genuine facts and not bullshit paranoia. Because as a victim myself of a governments bullshit paranoia I know all too well and first hand how dog breed discrimination may not seem like shit to a lot people, but it really is not a far fetched belief that people may one day get jailed for a crime they haven’t even committed yet simply because they came from a bloodline with criminals in it. All it takes is some stupid ass bullshit to work the cattle into a stampede and the government responds like it always does, much like it’s people by over fucking reacting and making an even bigger problem. Anyway here is the petition. They only need 15,510 to make 150,000. Thank you.

Aleeah is a 4-year-old girl with cystic fibrosis. Recently, she, her father, and their two dogs moved in with Aleeah’s grandma in Lakewood, Ohio to get help with Aleeah’s care. Every day, Aleeah endures two brutal breathing treatments, which consist of a compression vest hooked to a machine that shakes Aleeah’s chest vigorously for 15 minutes. It promises to help her breathe, but such treatment is scary for a young girl. Luckily, Aleeah always has her beloved friend, Scrappy, by her side. Scrappy is one of her dogs and her most devoted companion. She sings “The Scrappy Song” over and over during her treatments to keep her happy.

Unfortunately, this happiness may end because the city is threatening to take Scrappy away from Aleeah due to an outdated ban on pit bulls. Scrappy is as gentle as a lamb and has never hurt anyone. Please join me in calling on the Lakewood City Council to reverse their archaic breed-specific legislation and allow Scrappy to stay with Aleeah. Aleeah’s family is currently awaiting results from Scrappy’s DNA test: if he is found to be at least 50% pit, the city can take him away. This would be so traumatic for Aleeah, who counts on Scrappy to see her through the dark moments in her battle with this vicious chronic disease.

Since Lakewood’s breed specific legislation was enacted in 2008, many studies have proven that there is no scientific basis for it – viciousness is an individual trait, and treating dogs as “breeds” is ineffective and inhumane. Furthermore, such legislation was never meant for cases like Aleeah’s; a case where the owner so clearly needs this dog for her physical and emotional wellbeing. We can’t let them be so black-and-white on this issue. Aleeah will be devastated if she loses Scrappy, and why would they want to punish Aleeah? Please, let’s join forces and show the Lakewood City Council how much support Aleeah and Scrappy have in their community and beyond. Please demand that they allow Scrappy to stay with Aleeah.
Aleeah is a 4-year-old girl with cystic fibrosis. Recently, she, her father, and their two dogs moved in with Aleeah’s grandma in Lakewood, Ohio to get help with Aleeah’s care. Every day, Aleeah endures two brutal breathing treatments, which consist of a compression vest hooked to a machine that shakes Aleeah’s chest vigorously for 15 minutes. It promises to help her breathe, but such treatment is scary for a young girl. Luckily, Aleeah always has her beloved friend, Scrappy, by her side. Scrappy is one of her dogs and her most devoted companion. She sings “The Scrappy Song” over and over during her treatments to keep her happy.

Unfortunately, this happiness may end because the city is threatening to take Scrappy away from Aleeah due to an outdated ban on pit bulls. Scrappy is as gentle as a lamb and has never hurt anyone. Please join me in calling on the Lakewood City Council to reverse their archaic breed-specific legislation and allow Scrappy to stay with Aleeah. Aleeah’s family is currently awaiting results from Scrappy’s DNA test: if he is found to be at least 50% pit, the city can take him away. This would be so traumatic for Aleeah, who counts on Scrappy to see her through the dark moments in her battle with this vicious chronic disease.

Since Lakewood’s breed specific legislation was enacted in 2008, many studies have proven that there is no scientific basis for it – viciousness is an individual trait, and treating dogs as “breeds” is ineffective and inhumane. Furthermore, such legislation was never meant for cases like Aleeah’s; a case where the owner so clearly needs this dog for her physical and emotional wellbeing. We can’t let them be so black-and-white on this issue. Aleeah will be devastated if she loses Scrappy, and why would they want to punish Aleeah? Please, let’s join forces and show the Lakewood City Council how much support Aleeah and Scrappy have in their community and beyond. Please demand that they allow Scrappy to stay with Aleeah.

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https://www.change.org/p/city-of-lakewood-oh-allow-child-with-cystic-fibrosis-to-keep-her-dog-a-pit-bull

“By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up, I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up. If I were you I would duck or get struck like lightning, Fighters keep fighting put your lighters up point em skyward, uh” – Eminem

There had been a strange sort of social gathering in front of the courthouse in Spencer the day of my trial, one that had lasted roughly five times as long as the trial itself, which was simply a matter of beginning the plea process. In honesty I thought it would have been harder than it was, while I still had a sickening knot in my stomach signing my name to the papers that would see me plea guilty to the misdemeanor charge that had been tacked on by the grand jury in exchange for the felony being dropped, that knot was still considerably more loose than the one I had walked into the courthouse with before I knew the prosecution was offering any kind of deal at all. Like I had said previously, I will take a loss in battle for the sake of staying in the war itself. There was zero chance of me getting out of anything had I fought the charges for multiple reasons, I had no one fighting that battle on my side really, I was an outsider in a town where my jury would be selected from people who had been hearing my name over the radio during each step of the process. There was simply no way to get out of this ordeal unscathed, luckily I had been spending the whole fucking year learning how to live with getting scathed so I was a little more prepared for damage control than I had been for the fight itself. That social gathering out front of the courthouse consisted of myself, NC and her son, my brother and oldest nephew, and I was surprised though more by his presence than by his being unfashionably late, my father, ( Though in his defense the whole damn thing was over in about ten minutes, and that included my meeting with the probation officer afterward to set an appointment for initial probation interview in case the judge went with it for sentencing. Spoiler alert, he did.)  It was celebration for a about an hour as everyone was introduced and was catching up on various things that had been going on in our lives. It was a gathering of FAMILY, REAL FAMILY both blood and non blood, I had felt better that day than I had in very long time the greatest weight I was lugging around for almost a year had finally been lifted. My brother pulled me aside and was going on and on about my run of Story Time that I had put up in six posts, about how it had spread like wild fire around his house everyone getting in on it waiting for each new part to the story, I decided then that I would go back to it, it actually did represent the first thing that I had actually written through to completion and it just felt like it was not over yet. Something in me was changing and I was starting to realize that just as I had set myself up for the fall, so too had been setting myself up for the comeback and now it was time to push on. We parted ways from the courthouse and upon returning to the farm I remember going upstairs to the studio above the garage I had spent the night before up there, catching up on Arrow because there was no way in Hell sleep was going to happen that night and thinking back almost a year before to the day I was arrested right outside the door on the porch. The worst was over now and I remember crashing on the bed, an actual bed, something I had not really had the luxury of for a long ass time and I got the best few hours of sleep I had, had in well over a year or since for that matter. I returned to the mountain that night an celebrate on that warm Summer evening looking up at the stars and laying out what my next move would be. Over the next couple weeks I would make a return to story time A seven part run this time that was a prequel of sorts to the first run. I would continue writing but more importantly I would spend my time setting things up.

 

September 1st

 

Alright all stragglers, you have one week to check out the first draft structure of story time, after that it gets removed from my wall so the real work can start on it. I’m actually gonna have time to do that, soon. Story time will however return soon, this time with a whole new story that will be completely seperate from these last two. I’m liking the per post structure. It is great for mapping out the whole story while leaving plenty of room for plot enhancement when it is time to get serious.

Thank you for the personal reviews, they have helped a lot, 😀 especially one that would compare the story to a national bestselling series…..That’s right I get the last laugh on that one after all. < I had a smart ass buddy make a joke about how they could tell I was Team Jacob because my character and base for BIG CAT turns into a giant black tiger. 😀 This post was in regards to the second story I did in seven parts, which told back story to the first story I did. As I have said these two stories became what I would build on for the upcoming full length novel “The Tale Of The Twin Flames”

 

September 2nd

 

Diary of a Vagabond King
THE EPILOGUE
Well, gave everyone an idea of where I am at on a rather spiritual level at this point, but that wasn’t the only tale that needed a happy ending, was it? First off, damn I couldn’t spread that stack well enough to catch it all on this phone. 😀 I know, I know, money isn’t everything, but like another great artist once said ” It’s not about money, it’s about sending a message.” and in this case that message is…. 😀 No one and I mean NO ONE tells a fucking TIGER what to do, or tells them what their value is for that matter…..unless, you know, they’re freakish German tiger whispering, illusionists, but even then, shit happens. I just met with a man earlier today, before the rain could postpone that meeting yet again and I will be starting a second job, and for awhile anyway my paydays double. I never really did get to check much on that other shit I did prior to finding my new spot and well, as you can see, now I don’t really need to, my front door still zips rather than locks, but that will soon change as well. Friday I go back to Spencer, one more time to find out what(SMACK) 😀 my slap on the wrist for what bullshit that managed to actually stick will be. This is the end of the vagabond king, because by the time I get the itch or the time to give you an update, I will no longer BE a vagabond. She was right, once I make it to the end of this road I will no longer have any reasons to doubt myself. There is still no going back for me though, the hard cold fact remains that for somethings there can be no redemption. LOL like a hobbit, I can go there and back again, but shit just won’t be the same. I don’t fancy the idea of hanging around an area with too many people that I will never be able to look at the same way after knowing how easily I can be discarded in the face of SIMPLY being an inconvenience to the shit they find soooo important. Just as I know, that they will never be able to look at me the same way again, not after finding out that, the quiet one, the tall, dark and brooding one, that shows a sweet side, even though he has to silently fight his inner demons, has a rather vile and soulless side and that side just won’t let them skate with the bullshit. Far better to just start over somewhere new when it’s all said and done. Let me just wrap this up by saying, I’m all good, I was always going to be, because I am far too fucking stubborn to be anything but, no matter what gets thrown at me. LOL in a few days time I will activate the magic card GRACEFUL CHARITY. That will begin the next phase beyond JUST surviving. Yes that was a metaphor. 😀 Till next time. 

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Comments:

TCH: Rest in peace to the Vagabond King. Happy he didn’t die, but Evolved. I know you would never choose to relive this chapter of your life but maybe it was essential to your “metamorphosis”. Blessings to you on your journey.

Shayne: Yeah God knows, I don’t think I can handle this shit AGAIN when I’m 55. 😀

CL: Lol I sure hope not little brother

 

September 4th

 

😀 The Device!!!! I now have a farrrr better tool than this DAMN PHONE, uuuggghhh, now if only I can remember how to use one of these fucking things. < It was time to invest in the future so I took part of that knot and got a lap top for ease of use, now I was about to get serious.

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I thought it might take me a couple more days than it did to become a little more batman like with the gadgets, first things first, i’m gonna make an ass out of myself (Heh, heh, I know nothing new right?) and assume everyone is caught up completely on story time. As in I’m pulling that shit, now that I actually can commit to the real work to be done to it. 😀 And yes, I am well aware of the grammar issues, it’s just on Face Book I don’t tend to give a fuck about such things, but hey at least I don’t falter when it comes to NOT using that damn text jargon like: sihdgeorhgweuh, You know what that means? Not a damn thing, just like the rest of that shit. LOL

 

September 6th

 

Holy Shit! I just converted both runs of story time into a Word document, it totaled 14,430 words and took up 19 pages and that was without proper spacing. I did that…..on a fucking phone.

 

September 7th

 

Fucking insomnia, oh well, with my first story tucked safely away on my lap top, ready for extensions and revisions, I think it’s time to roll some more dough while that bun is in the oven. 😀 Story Time is up next kids, with the opening chapter of an all new story. This ones different, first off it is total fabrication, you will find neither Natasha nor me in this tale, however think of it as being in the same universe. Remember when Natasha warned that she wasn’t all there was in the other realm? YESSSSS where before I gave you the heartfelt light of inspiration, I return now….to the dark side. In this story you will meet the polar opposite of the guardians and guides… the tricksters. 😀 Yes THIS is a horror story, one that shows us a small piece of what lurks in the dark corners of places better left to those with guidance.

 

September 8th

 

Finally got to take the weed eater to the hill. Oh picture two is reverse angle, I can’t remember if I ever showed you my humble abode, that red folding chair to the left 😀 that’s the throne of the king of the mountain, Big Cat. It is also my DJ booth for jukebox night my writing chair and my meditation chamber. That vehicle parked in the background, that’s my job and gas station shuttle.

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September 11th

 

I love my early morning visitors, though last night Pepe broke the line of the no skunk zone.

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September 12th

 

Another story now converted to Word and locked away. This one stood at 10 pages, 7333 words. That last one will see publication first as it is meant to be a short story. The first two runs as you know combine, but there is still a lot of information that needs filled in along with the revisions.

So, while I work on the revisions for the last story, We are going to switch gears here with story time. Your next story is a bit of fan fiction, in other words, just for shits and giggles and to keep my flow going while I get that last piece ready to make it’s acquaintance with a much larger audience. < That was my third short story in right at a month, and it was now ready to be edited, though I would find that there is a practice issue involved where formatting for e books were concerned. I would continue on my tear with a bit of fan fiction that I will not name at this time but I will make available when it is finished as it is that may be some time off considering I have a lot of other work to do.

 

September 15th

 

That was fucked up yo. Have you ever had a dream that you were in the middle of nowhere, dozing off in a car, when suddenly someone you can’t see starts knocking at the driver side window? Only to wake up in a vehicle, in the middle of nowhere, wondering if someone had creeped up here and was fucking with you. Damn, there went my one good hours sleep.

Comments:

NC: Yikes. Those dreams do rattle the brain. Jot it down for future use in your writing.

 

September 19th

 

Damn yo, this little gangster just parked right behind me, stuck his fuzzy head out the window and asked. “What da fuck are you gonna do about it?”

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September 22nd

 

😀  Big Cat approves of this message. LOL

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September 25th

 

Alright someone plant a boot firmly in my ass. Katy Perry was one thing, she’s cool, but when I’m taking on Demi Lovato and Ariana Grande JUST because Google Play is giving it away for free…….just fucking shoot me already. < By now you no doubt notice that this month had a completely different vibe to it. Fun at times, I was mainly busy as fuck with my writing. I had something to focus on again, and the tools needed to focus on it with no real distractions……yet the worst distraction would come later when a trusted member of the 37 went rogue on my ass, causing the beast to come forth again. Already tired and jaded but riding a serious vibe for my comeback, that was an interruption and loss that would damn near take me out, a fact that would make me far meaner than I had been with the previous batch. I still push on, that’s life, no matter how sick of it you get, some things are minor and forgivable, some things make you wish certain people would just fucking hang themselves by the cheap dog collars they wear because they would be doing the world a fucking favor if they did. You still can’t let anything stop you from moving forward, not when it’s the mission that matters most. For me there will be time enough to rest when I decide to finally enact the Ben Kenobi Initiative. 😀

 

September 28th

 

In about two days, I should/will be sharing something with you from the Amazon web store. That being my first published work. The Calibre program is thankfully really easy to use, except for a couple spots that, well lets face it, it doesn’t look like much but when it comes to formatting it’s the little things that look easy to fix that causes you to throw a fucking temper tantrum and rip your damn hair out. It’s nothing major and honestly my ebook STILL looks pretty damn awesome. in the Kindle format my little story that had fewer parts than either of the ones before it, is 45 pages long. I am right now installing the bad ass paint shop pro so that I can design a cover for it. Pretty sure I can finish that shit up tomorrow, normally it only takes a few hours, for the publication to hit the online stores, but it can take days, we’ll see, but that’s your update.  < Another issue I had was learning what I needed, how to use it and ofcourse much later how the fuck to find the time and all the best ways to promote your own shit.

 

September 30th

 

Awight, here’s the score. I just fought for hours with the fucking formatting only to realize the problem was so damn stupid it isn’t funny. It seems when you save your Word document as an HTML file, you really need to go to page layout and click on PAGE BREAK as this will insert the coding to break up the pages as they were in the original text document. Yeah no wonder I wanted to go fucking nuts over lines bleeding on to the following page. grin emoticon It’s fixed, it is uploaded into my Kindle Direct Publishing bookshelf, two things, tomorrow they will validate my tax information and then I can click publish, 12 hours after that it should be in Amazon stores……Winning!! LOL < One step closer to becoming published for the first time. I was actually quite excited despite being aggravated as all Hell at the hours of tweaking that I had to do. I understood that the first time was always going to be the hardest, learning what you need to, creating your system. It was all a challenge but a much welcome one compared to everything else I had faced at this point.

 

 

This is what my snazzy ass looking book cover I designed looks like.

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Comments:

DM: That’s your picture with face paint like The Crow, right? Bevel and emboss on Photoshop?

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Shayne: Damn you’re good son. There was a little more to it than that. I erased certain features like the eyes and mouth painted them in then used the warp brush to the brows and mouth to make the fangs. I think I might have used the (maybe pencil art effect, can’t remember my damn brain is fried from fighting with the format all day.) And that is 35 year old aged newspaper I used to get the coloring. I actually used Paintshop Pro X7, I have to check to see if I got the name right.

SH: Very cool!

DM: I’m a self taught professional. I can spot most Photoshop tools and vaguely know what the original was if I’d seen it before. Still a cool outcome though. I like it.

Shayne:  I was gonna get someone to do the art from fiver, but ran short on time because I wanted to get the damn thing published going into October, being a horror story and all. 😀 I just took what I had available and played with it. I’m hoping in the future to have better covers, I might even go back through at some point later on and change the cover to this one, when my other stuff in the series starts coming out, to make it all more uniform.

 

Such a small thing, though not when you consider everything that had to happen just to get me to that point where that small thing had gotten accomplished. In fact you might call it a crowning achievement and it wasn’t just the story, it was the entire change in persona that allowed me to go from being the person who could not even get one thing written through to it’s completion, but three in one month. I will close this entry out in the same fashion that I started it.

 

“Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn’t cause he had buzzards circlin’ around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, scuzzes, fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
That this ain’t some bullshit
People don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known that from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic’s raise cause I came with 5’9″ but I feel like I’m 6’8″! ” – Eminem

 

 

 

Not quite a year ago, from a remote location on a mountain top…..

War! After being pushed into isolation the former ENFORCER to the Empress of the local art scene in Charlie West sought to go into hiding. HUNTED by the Empress herself and her minions, the former ENFORCER sought refuge atop a lonely mountain in order to ensure his safety and a means to get a foot hold for his eventual return to the civilized world. The Empress perceiving him as a threat to her kingdom in a time that it had already suffered several blows financially would sacrifice true action to heal the damage and pursue her own vendetta. Seizing the opportunity his sanctuary afforded him, the former ENFORCER would launch a counter measure directed at the Empresses failing power structure, a measure that would both utilize those who had written him off as unwitting allies while at the same time bitch slapping them for their betrayal. They would most likely go on to hate him forever after, but having already counted them among the lost as both friends and supporters he went ever forward under the battle cry I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!

As July was coming to a close I was getting ready for the climax of my little prank, but the thing that put the biggest smile on my face was a little piece of information that would fall into my lap from someone who had overheard a conversation behind closed doors at the theater. Now I not only had the key to make my point, I also had the means to make it ultra effective on another front as well. From the mountain I really had no way of knowing if my plan was being as effective as I needed it to be or even if I needed it to be at all, so I would be reaching a point soon where I would just have to wait and see how things would unfold. This admittedly made timing a pain in the ass. Some may call me evil for this, but then no one died for starters which is a major mark against that point of view, no one EVER made an effort to bring it to a close peacefully or just leave and you find it impossible to walk down the street in one of the only few pockets of civilization spread out across the valley where you might be able to find a means to start over and see what YOU would do in my position.

July 23rd

Been thinking a lot about what comes next. In light of everything I believe I’m shutting down my actor’s page. Honestly I’ve had enough of that world, if I never see another fucking stage or camera again it will be too soon. Been thinking a lot about the past and writing was always more of my arena anyway. Lol in case you didn’t notice. I liked the idea that you could be famous for your work and still kind of share in the glory of happy obscurity.

I can’t sugarcoat it, I fucking hate the world of so called performing arts, it’s so damn mired in ego and politics, to the point everything and everyone behind the curtain is just as Goddamn fake as what happens on stage. I swear I have not been surrounded by so many shallow ass motherfuckers since high school and I hated that dump too and for that very reason. LOL

I AM an asshole Buckeye, and we always hated this fucking state anyway, it was one of the few things we shared in common with Michigan, all the Goddamn refugees we got from this piss-antville because hillbillies were never able to feed their kids off the dick they made here.

Not sure going home is an option for me, but staying in this place is suicide, for many reasons, most of which is summed up by the fact that it sits at the top of damn near every shit list a sociologist could possibly make a study for.

Here’s to new beginnings in better places, with better people. ( accept in a rare few occasions.) < I got drunk that night, bitterness was indeed in full swing though one thing would stick from that moment of clarity, I would go on to focus a great deal on writing. I get that some people out there may take exception to the statement made here, to them all I can say is, You’re not me, not everyone gets put into a position to question the validity of the world they make home for themselves and knowing what I know I am grateful FOR YOU, it’s not a fate I would exactly wish on someone. If it had only been alienation it’s possible I would not have had this stand point, but it was not just alienation it was imprisonment, and being hunted by the one who sought to alienate me in the first place and seeing how none of that even put a dent in the people I had once supported. There is an exchange in The Matrix that I think sums it up quite nicely.

Neo: I can’t go back, can I?

Morpheus: No, but if you could, would you really want to?

I got my red pill, and to tell you the truth even now thinking back to some of the moments that made my time in that world worthwhile I STILL have those times that I wish I could wake up and find everything from these last few years had just been a dream. Only I know better.

Comments:

RN: Hate to break the news to you but much of upper ohio( steel/rubber) and a good portion of southern michigan( auto) was all seeded REAL HEAVY during and after WWII BY WEST VIRGINIANS LMAO
LEARN THE HISTORY BRO! LOL
I’m glad you are starting to see throu
gh the masks. Not all those in performing arts have the same egotistical attitudes or as delusional as the ones here who are make believe on and off the stage. But REAL LIFE is better without the bullshit and drama weak ppl thrive on. Better to tear everyone else down then actually work on fixing”me”- and they think others can’t see through their mask/lies! It takes a change of attitudes not latitudes to change a persons problems- even though most run like hell rather then stand and face their problems. lol
< 😀 Okay so maybe I could stand for history lesson, at least when I’m sober anyway. As for the second part……….. I would go on to recently maybe find a few who are real…. The jury is still out, but they certainly gained a measure of respect. But as for that third part, to live where people blindly accept and want nothing, or as I have seen from a different angle take a recovering junkie and what good does it really do them in a fucking place where drugs are rampant and the money from them controls the area? That Last may be partially right, but there is STILL  a pretty damn strong argument for changing latitudes as well.

TCH: There is one cure for most problems. Finding happiness from within, happiness with and within yourself. No matter where you go or what you do there is one person you cannot shake or escape… Yourself. Go if you must. It would help you make a new start and get away from old haunts and ghosts but beware. You must like the travel companion you take with you… Yourself. See this is the biggest problem with the human condition. The reason people can’t be alone and always need company. They can’t stand their damn self.. But the problem is, most other people can’t stand them… Or themselves either. (Holy crap, that was deep) and that just rolled out as I was typing grin emoticon!! But true nonetheless . I hope YOU find the happiness YOU seek. Wherever that is. Best of luck. < The greatest resentment I had towards myself was the fact that I had set myself up to make the fall so easy. That was stupid on my part, I had let a bleeding heart blind me to the realities of the world around me, but then those realities make hatred towards them just as viable. Two wrongs may not make a right but a balance must be met and that can not seem to happen so long as the concepts worthy of hatred go unchecked. I have walked the edge of that razor, even slipped a few times. After all this time and much thought I have decided that since there is no unlearning the things I have learned, it is not happiness I seek, it is BALANCE.

Shayne: It’s not about happiness, it’s about finally accepting something inside of me that I have done everything in my power to fight, only to find out…..It was always right.

TCH: Does that bring peace, or despair. I don’t know what you’re referring to, nor do I need to. If it’s not about happiness, could you at least find peace?

RN: I’d advise waiting till after first of August to travel unless you like being wet? August will be another month with below normal temps but nothing like Sept/Oct- and beyond. Cold like we haven’t seen is coming in a very few short months and you wanna go north with no where to go? Legal issues settled? Peace will only come when the Past and all those who betrayed you or turned their backs are buried and forgotten. As long as the past is the focus you’ll find nothing positive will come from it. When we hold resentment, anger or hate and live for revenge we are still hostage to those that did us wrong. The enlightened person walks away from those emotions and releases themselves from this bondage. There is no such thing as getting even or getting back at someone- unless life/future doesn’t matter to you. Children think like this. Adults( real ones) realize today and tomorrow are to precious and valuable to waste on yesterday’s.

Shayne: Revenge is pointless, those of my past are of little consequence. Revenge is not the motivation of my action, using what it all has given me to ensure my own place above them is. I have stated my belief on peace in a world where there is always going to be something or someone in your damn face. What some call peace I call complacency and in it, real growth stops. Peace is for gods who no longer have a higher tier to reach not us, we must suffer in order to learn the truth, that is how we get STRENGTH with our WISDOM.
Asked if my epiphany could give me peace if not happiness my only answer is…Neither, that was not the realization that was meant to. What it will give me is a means to rip down the weakness that got me in this position in the first place, the weakness that had me building the pedastools of others, rather than my own, to the point that all it took to send my ass down into the abyss was JUST a little push.

RN: Place above them? And you say not revenge motivated? Inward looking is one of the directions to seek the knowledge of truth brother? You can do better then this. Tough frigging love bro

Shayne: I will be remembered for what I gain, they will not, and they have no real wish to, and no real wish make a solid enough foundation for anything that can last. You can’t take revenge on people like that anyway. So yeah, I do say My place above them, without regards to revenge. Revenge requires intent, they simply don’t matter enough for me to care about how anything I do effects them good or bad.
I agree introspection is a path to knowledge, but anything that is limited only to self will only carry one so far, and will blind you to the truth of the world you live in without the other, that too was part of what led to my fall. The hard cold truth I got from my introspection is that…..I deserved all of this, because I rendered myself too weak to keep it from happening. All I’m saying is Take no shit and if you believe you have more to offer the world than another, Step on the toes that they aren’t using anyway, it’s a bigger crime to the world not to.

RN: Then why not say your place in the world? Get it? lol
The subconscious mind Speaks volumes when you tune in to it. We all have been programmed by a colonial religious culture that wants us tore-up, knotted up inside. That way we turn to them( governmen
t/church). What you believed that crap about separation? I suppose you think media tells the facts/truth? LMAO
Jokin brother- but you see what I mean I hope? When they no longer enter your thoughts and no longer truly matter then we say- “They are Dead to Me”. And that means they no longer exists at all. THIS- is what destroys these pettyass insecure two face ppl. Then they have no power at all in our lives and they are stuck thinking about us and where they were defeated. And as they dwell upon us- we draw their medicine/energy from THEM! So which way do you wanna go towards the future- gaining or draining?
< We had many such debates over the year. It’s always good when you have someone who will take something from a perspective you haven’t thought of to open your eyes. I will never say I am always right, and in fact when emotion takes center stage and mix with train of logic I can be a fucking rabid Bulldog. People like this can ground you keep you from going overboard. Debate, not argument, sadly so many of us today can not distinguish the difference.

Shayne: We spar well. 😀 Most people just don’t wanna play with me. LOL I get it and I suppose right now especially, it does still occupy a special place in the back of my mind. I fear that’s the curse of having a wound to tend during battle. I am having to baby step around it as much as possible so it doesn’t completely suck me in, once I gain full footing the ability to let it go will fall into place, by then I will have other things, better things to occupy myself and thoughts with anyway.

RN: You have the medicine/power to cure it anytime you choose to see it as a blessing? Yes it’s hard right now. No you’re not wealthy and own a lot of stuff- but those days will be over for everyone before long I’m afraid;economy or weather event- something will break the bank the government spends from and it’s downhill from there. Right off a cliff lol
We can choose to diminish, negate or amplify anything mental we choose to. And usually ppl just preoccupy themselves rather then dealing with it- that’s why they step around that wound years later. Free yourself now and look at all the fake crap you no longer deal with?

Shayne: It’s diminishing slowly, the big dog is yet to come off it’s leash. When it does and I get my not guilty nod. It will all be past, all but that utter waste of rain forest that tells me to do what I was already fucking doing anyway. Now that does bring up a valid point. We said “civil” and my demeanor changed, I thought it was over, then I got booted in the snow. I bitched for two weeks tops before deciding, fuck it, none of that shit I left was worth it. For two months pretty much all I focused on was putting Humpty Dumpty together again. Then I find I can’t even be seen in public without someone stirring shit up, adding a new element and leading to this. I can’t really ever be sure it is past. Again I ask at what point do I earn the right of self defense? My ass on street, has shown me that JUST shrugging it off isn’t saving me from anything.

RN: You deserve many rights brother. But what I’m saying is that “They”are already seen for what they really are. You not doing anything or saying anything has proven once and for all that it wasn’t you that has the mental issues. All the cries of wolf were only cries of “look at me”and by now even the courts and law enforcement has figured out that there’s something really wrong with that one.
You didn’t respond like they said you would and that got many ppl thinking- and many others were already over the attitude of superiority that had to endure from her while trying to be involved with KP. Devon has stayed out of it- but I let him know what others had said about her anger, screaming and yelling at cast members. Make-up she was excellent at- directing she doesn’t have the ppl skills or the talent/education and it’s aware enough to realize that ppl laugh at her behind her back! Stay calm and stay quiet and it SCREAMS VOLUMES AGAINST HER AND THOSE AROUND HER.
How to Kill a Mocking Bird

Shayne: My final words as I walked out the door was. You won’t hide who you are forever, everyone will see you for what you are at some point. I just find taking the ass kicking hard until SOMEONE has the guts like me to challenge her power structure. That damn power structure is all she has and it’s crippled. Without it she goes back to being just a little Cabin Creek girl who works part time at a salon and has to deal with shut in daddy who only leaves the house three times a year and is a bigger asshole than both of us combined. These people have already shown with me that once you don’t matter, you don’t matter, no matter what you have done. I NEED her power gone, as much as I hate it, I pray for the place to go under, it’s all she has and the only way I’ll be safe for as long as I’m here. I mean I like some people but the choice between my life and their good time or memories of long ago with family history, ain’t no fucking choice for me. < In short as long as someone could pass information on for favor or asylum from the tyrant who was using the presidency of one of the oldest theaters around, I would never BE LEFT THE FUCK ALONE, and I was in NO POSITION to keep carrying the fight like that.

RN: Her power is already collapsing? She has overplayed her hand and ppl are aware of what and who she is. In short time she’ll be without KP. She alone has run off many talented ppl- and word has gotten out.
FYI- praying for revenge only aids the person you seek to hurt. Creator don’t play that! lol

 

July 24th

Yeah, I’m gonna have fun with this one. First lets give it a handicap in it’s favor and completely bar the fact that it is itself an opinion meant to profoundly inspire someone on a personal level, making it defeating of it’s own purpose. Heh heh

RESULT is fact, it’s tangible. This whole statement is based on the idea that you should not care simply because of a perpetrators intent or the fact that way deep down they didn’t mean it. That doesn’t change that I’m sitting in the parking lot of McDonalds with four knifed tires, it doesn’t change that you didn’t get hired because someone who didn’t like you talked shit to the boss after your interview. it doesn’t change the realization of TRUTH which causes it to sting. All of these are RESULTS and they are what make the real personal impact.

Now as much as even I cringe at this thought sometimes, we are all related, we share an ecosystem, a social structure. EVERYTHING is connected, which causes RESULTS to have chain reactions. What happens to one effects the whole, like it or not. My ability to stick my fingers in my ears and go LA LA LA isn’t going to magically reinflate my tires, or get you hired and it damn sure ain’t gonna take away the consequence of TRUTH.

This is an introspected thought, an individuals response to a situation without any real thought put in to how people, places and things connect with one another. What happens to one effects all that is REALITY. The only DREAM that we need immunization from is the idea that it doesn’t. That’s a cheap way to shirk responsibility for our individual little parts we play in the overall HUMAN CONDITION. In short it is DOGMATIC SIMPLEMINDEDNESS at its shinyest.

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This was put up on the page of another of the brood, so I took the liberty of putting it on mine, but not by itself. It annoys me when people put shit like this up anyway and they let it stand alone, like it is some profound statement of self. It’s NOT, it’s just copycatting. It tells me you agree with this, it does not tell me WHY and lets face it, the WHY is what really defines our thoughts and our identity, without that it’s just…….Well, copycatting.

 

July 26th

Peace is a lie
There is only Passion
Through Passion, I gain Strength
Through Strength, I gain Power
Through Power, I gain Victory
Through Victory, my Chains are Broken

From the teacher who got miffed because I refused to utter even One more word of a Pledge that I had already spoken and had yet to do anything to break, To the preacher who always smiled at the 7 year old boy until the day I asked “Does God have a boss?” The tolerant preacher looked at me and said “No son, God is The Boss, He is the boss over everything.” “Then why did Jesus HAVE to die in order for Him to forgive us, if He wasn’t made to?” The preacher, losing patients reverts to standard Christian structure. “Because he is God and that’s how He decided it should be done and you don’t question that,none of us do, it’s not our place.” To which, in true child fashion I asked my last question. “Doesn’t that make God as mean as the Devil himself?” That preacher never smiled at me again, in fact you would think he believed he was looking at Damien, when he even bothered to look at me at all after that.

I can picture the squint and the frown of the psychiatrist who did my psych evaluation when my response to his question of “You can see how this can be taken as a threat, don’t you?” Was ” You just said you could see where it was all metaphor just a second ago, so I have to ask How would you have really viewed it if you had just come across it on the internet first rather than getting it faxed to you from a prosecutors office in regards to a felony case?” I never got an answer.

My point, I have always been stuck IN this world, but I have never been OF it. Never fit in, never belonged, little of it has ever made any fucking sense to me. I don’t know why, I do know this to be why I went silent for so long, and even that didn’t help, I was still the vampire, the warlock, the satanist, the serial killer the freakshow in the eyes of most around me.
I have always been IN this world, but never OF it. My last great conflict is drawing to a close as I finally start to realize, that really isn’t a bad thing. < If this one looks familiar that’s because it makes up the very first entry I ever put up on this blog. Yeah that was actually a part of my ongoing lead up to the punchline, but then an awful lot of truth really is said in jest isn’t it?

 

Well come on now storm, damn it. I have the urge to have me a Lt. Dan moment. < I received word that a huge storm was coming, and yes when it finally did, I would have my Lt. Dan moment, you might say that it was the second time that year I dared to challenge God. I felt myself slipping off the razor, it really is inevitable when there is a fine line between standing for justice and feeding a hatred.

Comments:

RN: Tomorrow will be the real ordeal! Super cells are expected to build up and connect along the Ohio river valley. Same as Derechio two years ago. (He shared weather maps showing me what was supposed to be coming.)

Shayne: Nice I look forward to getting impaled by flying tree branches. And why the Hell is it always July? < Two years before there a storm cell come through the valley, it had knocked over 16 trees in my inlaws field next door and when my wife and I were on our way home after closing the shop for the day we were damn near slammed by a large piece of gas station sign that the wind had ripped off and sent spinning down MacCorkle Avenue.

RN: This year at least it will be cooler air- so that could play in our favor. Watch for ground lightening( striking downward everytime) in the distance- and get in or under something that can take the strike( culvert, pipe, rock overhang)

 

July 27th

That little shit last night felt so promising. You let me down mama, you fucking let me down, I was actually to stand in the glory of your terrible might, and all you did was get my ass a little wet when I forgot and sat on my cooler this morning. That’s alright mama nature, I fucked you in my mind, I guess that’ll have to do. LOL < The storm was slow to hit the area I was in, though it would finally strike, not as bad as it was supposed to be, but still pretty damn potent.

 

Ahhh Finally! It may not be what I expected, but it’s coming and I’ll take it. Rare are the moments that you can become one with nature through the sheer ferocity within you and She both. I like to think of it as Zen from the other end.

 

WOOOOO! DAMN SHE’S BEAUTIFUL! Okay taking this momentary lull to dry off and smoke. Those wonderful times that you can’t tell the difference between sweat and the pouring rain. Love you mama, I knew you wouldn’t screw me over.

Comments:

TCH: I love the rain also. I like to be out in it. I prefer to do yard work when it’s drizzling cause you get hot, sweaty and dirty anyway. Not in a downpour, that’s a bit much, but drizzle, yes. It’s comforting. I also love the pool when it’s raining. If it starts to lightning I get out and make the kids as well, cause I’m not an idiot. But I don’t understand people who get out of the pool or beach when it starts to rain… Aren’t you there to get wet anyway?? Disneyworld is awesome in a light drizzle. Everyone leaves do the lines die down and you’re doing all that walking anyway so the rain keeps you cool. Oh… And love sitting on the porch during a raging storm.

Shayne: I put Dragon’s Fang to use during it last night, going straight into the high velocity part, letting the storm dictate the pace. 😀 Sometimes you just have to share your anger with the one, who will least judge you for it. There are just no words to describe the feeling of Mother Nature sharing her power with you. It was one Hell of a sight, I am literally on top of a mountain, I have one street lamp that was put in for the road and when the power went out, the only light I had in my grassy field was from the lightning that lit up the charcoal sky.< Dragon’s Fang was the sword kata I made for myself as a form of meditation, it adopted movements of Tai Chi, A little Capoeira  footwork in the faster parts and yes Lightsaber  dueling. In fact when I had first done it I used a lightsaber letting the humming noise and the colored light play it’s effect on the meditation process, in this instance I was using a sturdy and well balanced stick.

 

July 28th

And from the way me tent be blowin I would say break times over.

 

Peace is a lie
There is only Passion
Through Passion, I gain Strength
Through Strength, I gain Power
Through Power, I gain Victory
Through Victory, my Chains are Broken

😀 All charged up. Many forms of meditation have I used over the years, this is by far my favorite. It doesn’t require the stifling of self, but rather encourages it. ( Better described as transcendence through acceptance of what you are by nature, as opposed to sticking a hand up your ass and a foot through your earlobe and calling yourself godly, like the Yogis. You have a body, you exist in this physical plane, you shit no different than anything else with one to five legs, come off that fucking high horse.)The results are also quite different as even though I sit here now totally relaxed watching the lightning flicker now in the distance, my whole fucking body hums.

Ultimately it very much feels like the essence of controlled fury. Not rage, lets be clear. Rage can not be controlled because it is too much like a wild fire. It builds and builds and while it renders you invulnerable to pain and makes you strong as a damn ox, no human body can stand up to it for long.

I remember at 16, laying into the heavy punching bag in the garage everyday just to let it all out, but that’s the problem with it, it doesn’t come out, it just builds. I remember just going until I could not stand, could not lift my arms, could not feel the pain of knuckles that were black and bloody, could not pull a coherent thought out of my head for hours through the white noise in my brain, but I could still feel that fire burning. Four hours later my thoughts had worked their way from nothing, to a random word or image, to sentences and finally back to normal. The fire would be gone, snuffed out by my body and brains almost simultaneous shut down. And then I felt it, every fucking bit of it, the fists that I could hardly unball, the full body ache, because you don’t realize that every powerful hit that just about knocked that 50 pound fucker through the wall, was shock your body was absorbing with it.

Those days did teach me the futility of rage, the reason it isn’t worth wielding. All it does is eat. I would go on over the next two years finding alternatives until the rage was no longer there, lets be clear the RAGE was no longer there, the anger still was. It is this meditation that I found that converts ANGER into something more…..practical, Thus controlled fury, as still as the unbroken surface of a pond, but quickly called on for all manner of action. I daresay, my inner conflict forged from the need of self improvement has saved us all A LOT of grief, over the years, consider that, when I say peace is a lie, that may not be the NEGATIVE statement many think it is.

 

My domain atop the mountain.

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Comments:

TCH: Looks peaceful. So you be King of this Mountain? Lol.

Shayne: Yep, I even mow this field once a week.

TCH: I noticed it looked freshly cut. Still like your landscaping job?

Shayne: Oh yeah!

KJ: Very peaceful and drama free!

 

Peace is a lie
There is only Passion
Through Passion, I gain Strength
Through Strength, I gain Power
Through Power, I gain Victory
Through Victory, my Chains are Broken

This has been my morning and nightly prayer, my daily power mantra. It has become how I draw focus in the face of long odds, when the thought of them causes everything inside to overwhelm my ass. I’m at war, plain and simple. There are no NORMAL days for me. No going home after work and chilling out, no anticipation of everyday things that we all ( I AM GUILTY TOO) take for granted. Hardly any friendly faces, that I don’t do a double take on, once finding out that there were those who just itched to go and feed the frenzy that landed my ass here.

I walked away for the sake of looking forward. Turning the other cheek FAILED. I have little faith that things will just work out because it would be FAIR if they did.
Little TRUST when I have hardly any way to tell the difference between friend, foe or neutral force. And the only real Strength I have, is what I have dug from the pits after setting myself up for the FALL.

Let it go, it’s the past. For fucking WHO exactly? I’ve become a bastard, NOT for vengeance, NOT for the novelty of it, but because only a bastard CAN climb their way back from THIS. My apologies to those well meaning folk on the outskirts , BUT my Passion and what valuable help I have received is going to be ALL that CAN save my ass, if it even can be saved in the end.

Comments:

TCH: 🙁  seeing your mountain and reading this reminds me of the Jim Carey version of, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”. I hope you don’t take offense to that. He lived on his mountain that he went to when no One would accept him for who he was and became more and more anti social and angry. Until Cindy Lou saw thru it and brought him out of his shell. Don’t give up on all the Who’s in Whoville. A few are worth coming off the mountain for.

Shayne: If it’s any consolation, everyone’s WhoHash will be safe from me……..this year. :D

TCH: Lol. And the RoastBeast?

Shayne: Now that you might have to watch the only choice meats in these woods are deer and bear and I have no way to hunt them.

 

July 29th

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Good morning boys and girls. I wanted to take a moment to practice what I preach. You may notice, that I have totally went to a picture of special significance to me. The closer I am getting to my trial, the more scared I got to the idea of using this picture. I have decided FUCK THEM.  😀 I’m also a Juggalo, if they wish to cry about that too. What began an image used in volunteer work, is now an exercise of freedom of religion as well, you see for all who asked are you a Satanist? (A perfectly recognized religion in the eyes of our brave U S Armed Forces as well, I might add.) My answer is still no….just a commercially acceptable modified version of it. 😀 I bet few fans actually realized that, more of them would have shit themselves. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, it’s basically just a belief in SELF empowerment. All that goat sacrificing bullshit is the work of extremists and propaganda.

I figured I might as well just own that shit. And hey if the nancy boy English can give the world Jedi, of course America would give it Sith, we are the rebellious bad asses after all.

With Love and Honesty
Darth Venomous a.k.a  Shayne Workman < I had set it up long enough I had figured it was time to make the puppets dance. You see the thing about the Junior High School clique mentality is that they really are a superstitious and cowardly lot and because of this they are just so damn predictable. They have they same arguments every time and in fact the same type of gags of which the cheerleader liking the outcast gag is there strongest. It simply does not matter if the motherfuckers are 15 or 35. As planned I was once more the Debil wit da Fitch Pork LOL. It would take less than half a day before I started seeing all the posts putting down MAGIC USE and such, and in fact the very next day I would inspire an entire blog entry revolving around the counter magic of the witch jar. LOL yeah I had hit pay dirt, now it was time to deliver and milk that fucking punchline.

 

😀 (snicker) I nike pangcankes < This was my first response to the opening “Witch Hunt” all the little shallow hippy shitfacers thought they were having. 😀 This line also came with a link to the Eminem song Criminal.

 

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I don’t know the answer to this one, but what I do know from what I learned on the streets is this. I heard the same damn line constantly from the people who didn’t really have shit of their own. “I don’t know you and I don’t have much, but what’s mine is yours.” I wasn’t shitting you when I said that put things into perspective for me, especially considering where I had come from to be there. < At this point I felt the need after starting to whip out the punchline of my clever gag to remind these sorry fucks of what started this little war with them in the first fucking place and to let them know after showing them how fucking stupid they are  why it was I saw this type of people as being more deserving of the time and effort I had spent years putting in the wrong fucking place for the ones who forgot.

Comments:

RN: One is connected to the One God. The other worships the demon money

Shayne: Money ain’t no demon, it’s just paper. The demon is in us for giving it a higher value than life. We can’t keep pointing fingers at inanimate objects, the darkness is within and it should not be ignored, it has to be faced in order to truly master it and overcome.

RN: Yes you’re right- it’s the desire to own, posses and control that makes ppl weak. But anger is the same weakness

Shayne: ALL OF IT has to be faced, mastered, converted. IT does exist in nature for a REASON thus it has PURPOSE, or we are just being fucked with by higher powers, don’t much appreciate the idea of that either.

RN: It ONLY EXISTS in the ppl that have LOST THEIR WAY! In nature it’s ritual for a purpose of life

Shayne: Little babies get pissed off, they are too new to the world to have lost their way in anything. It is still in our NATURAL capacities or it would not even be POSSIBLE for us to get angry over anything.

 

July 30th

Since I am way too fucking flattered and amused to even be insulted anymore. Here it is folks once more with feeling. 😀 …..Oh and uh I nike pangcankes ( golf clap) < This was in response to the blog post I mentioned about counter magic. and yes I again added the link to the Eminem song Criminal in case they weren’t getting the message that they had been duped.

 

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😀 Clearly Chopra here has never been on an interstate in Chattanooga Tennessee when shit hit the fan. I can only say that as you deftly swerve and control speed with asshole tight, being in the moment, that ain’t love flipping 15 times in your direction you see, it’s an Escalade. < Because Goddamn Care Bears have little in the way of logic or practical sense as far as I have seen in their rhetoric. 😀

 

Later that night I posted a link to a piece about if men acted like feminists simply because I knew it would further grind the ass of brats who mistook me for someone who would not put them in their fucking place for being dicks just because they were girls. It got a response of course………..

 

July 31st

😀 I started weak, I did, I really did. It’s just while I was getting schooled in Pokemon by Roy’s kid ( thank God the rules are still the same.) I got a little nostalgic and I kind of realized, to some degree and in some ways, I have hated my Ex wife for the wrong reasons. I get it, as I use the very tactic she taught me all so well. It is fun you know, orchestrating the reactions of utter fucking idiots. 😀 But hey, I at least I put up the for entertainment purposes only disclaimer. LOL < AND NOW THEY WERE STARTING TO GET IT. Though I can kind of see why they were just so quick to underestimate me given my position and how expendable I was to those who never looked past their own fucking upturned noses to see that I may have been quiet, but I was still full of surprises. The Artists of Charlie West had just got their asses handed to them……by a damn Hobo. Funny little world we live in isn’t it?