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Em Tee Lamb's Live

Mon, 12 Jan 2009 15:40:23 GMT

Site's Live which means unfortunately it's time for me to finally say goodbye. I thank you for all the times we've shared. Good and Bad. I won't delete this place just yet though. Whereas most of the important stuff has been saved and stashed both digitally and analog I would like this place to stand as a memorial to the past that I could never forget nor dare so either. Thanks again and perhaps for the last time, peace out.

www.emptylamb.com

20XII

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 22:08:34 GMT

FREE DOXSON!

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20XII

Sat, 22 Nov 2008 14:26:21 GMT

...it's comming...

Michael Lamb 17
Matheiu Rouzer 14 and 1/2

Mael Lehrer 14

Lucas Baise 37

Allison Bredth 37

Benjamin Davis 29

Knight Polaris Blitzer 18

Marshall Doxson 19

Halen Samson 14

Sarah Chen 15

Amedias Metzuirk 29

Guardian ???

...it's coming...

Next Philsophy

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 08:05:53 GMT

MtL is the name of sacrifice...Ignorance is a bliss that age grows not to afford. In a world so ideal as to believe what's true is what can't be unproven whilst the mind promotes the reverse; we find ourselves in a constant conflict yet, unaware. Where do we stand in the middle ground if such a place could possibly exist? The truth of the question is as simple as the question itself. Foolish philosophy and theorem is what drives. To believe in something is to be alive. To believe in nothing is to be alive. The further the contradictions run, the greater the progression of expression and experience. Fallen heroes and lost souls share such common strands as neither are more than but fiction. To be just and righteous in a world of grays and black brings forth perhaps the most of terrible persona. Ignorance that runs so rampant as to have its wielder completely incapable of sight. We are such frail, fragile creatures. Our minds can only decipher so much at once but can take in all at once. Where are the tricks and games that must be played to release the potential of such a "super power" if not within ourselves. The growing escalation of esoteric thought brings forth all that can be imagined. To speak in a way that could only be fathomed in text is a skill that once acquired makes its master a recluse. There is one, but one, way out of all of this. One way that is as vast as the solemn pity felt towards a loved one gone astray. Happiness is such a harsh mistress. To believe it can be attained or that it is deserved has contributed greatly to the contradiction. The contradiction that thrusts life forward. The evolution of the mind in something that seems so misplaced yet it exists in files and storage of the world's greatest powers. We are but pawns until we get too close and burn. We are but single strands but at the same time deities amongst ourselves. The link to life itself is within us all as perhaps through some abstract science, alchemy, such an absolute can be expressed. Laws that dictate energy dictate far greater in relation to all existence. The very breakdown of substances adheres to make up other substances with the buildup heralding yet identical results. In it's base form we are all but energy. This desk is me. This chair is me. This computer is me. This ring is me. This me is me. Just as the black boxes of logic that comprise our technology. What zeroes and ones can't comprise all that could exist that isn't known? Cells, molecules, atoms, particles. Base pairs that are no more than our yes, no, if, and then. The link is there if even seen it is not. If only we knew.

The pain of the everlasting or perhaps the ever lasting pain is something that can't be avoided. To know that there is something out there one must accomplish is a gnawing sensation that can only be followed to produce the seeds for such anxiety. We are so sure of ourselves that we forget our futures and what such could possibly mean. To forget it all may be the only way to surpass the limitations set by standards and practice made concrete over years of decades. To find the truth is something so beautifully cruel when faced with circumstances unavoidable on such an endeavor. The absolute truth like all and any absolutes is to be feared for such could contain naught but that which does exercise phantasm. Such that would destroy a world, or save it; but revelations and with omega. To escape fate is as possible as one dare believe. To acquire knowledge of such an accomplishment is on the proverbial ledge which overlooks and hangs with the hand of all. The All. The ether. The ephemeral where dreams of utopia exist to remind us that it is what lies missing. Life. Its meaning so simple to any one with thought and determination. Without absolute, its interpretation can be naught but correct. Life is, the meaning of life. Life is, the reason to believe there is, no, that there has to be more. Life is the contradictions of past and present and even future chaos. Life is that which grants us perspective of ourselves. Life is energy. Energy is that which connects us all. As the spectrum illustrates, we are all but merely on different ends of a line. Were there only one truth necessary it would be itself that truth. That truth that cannot be absolute as there can be none by man. The contradictions again produce length to that line, that line that encompass us all. You are me and I am you. We are but aspects of each other. We are that which exists but still not truth absolute. If only grasp could provide. We must continue on as there is no way we could not. The one and the all. The all and the one. There is but that which fuels it all.

Ever-ry Day-um-Day-um-Ev-er-ry...

Fri, 16 May 2008 14:33:45 GMT

"Drink till we can't feel feelings anymore"

Is that even possible? Were it, perhaps it would become my mantra. I'm one sad, sick, twisted individual in a hellhole full of those I could claim my brethren. I'm the majority. Personally I feel like that should be a problem but then I take a hit of another cigarette and recall how I don't give a damn.

These gahdamn streets are depressing sad colors of gray and crimson. Blood of the rats who've found their expiration dates so much sooner than they could've ever imagined. Rats that wear human faces but still can't help but pick off the bones of the fallen. I hate this shithole but it's the only home that could ever accept me anymore. Or at least that's what the FnF seem to cycle on repeat when I give a ring.

Friends and family ...what a joke. The only friend I have is the warmth of the bar stool as it keeps me just balanced enough to take another sip. Sure the place is filled with enough toxins to decrease the pathetic nature of bodily regeneration but does that mean I should care? Who lives forever anyway; right. Not I, no sir, too long has it been since I could remember such a desire. Suits me like a fine Kenneth Cole.

Can't see straight anymore. Clouds have formed and don't wanna go away. What happened to me is a question long disregarded. Man I hate myself. But that's this city; isn't it. Sick sad world of mine, black-murky dark of the reflection of my eye. No care for why, but remorse in death. Too long for a good motto so I guess I'll continue to rush these rocks clean. Maybe the next one should be dry. Would do it well with all that room to be free, even if the glass walls still confine it till I set it free into my mind.

"Just drink," a few more shots of life-liquid brings me to conclude my search. Maybe I can get back to myself once I fall. Sure, and tomorrow'll be Christmas for the rest of our lives. I hate the taste...

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Episode Finale

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 09:20:28 GMT

Blood dripping down the arch of his nose, the boy who now knew only pain and the lust of destruction could do naught but gaze upon his adversary in impatience. They were equals at this point. Physical attributes, mental capacities, even species aside; they were the same. Nothing was left in the young man save for the primal instincts long buried due to exposure to modern society. The beasts were at war and there was nothing but an oasis of destruction in their wake.

His name was Mael Lehrer or at least that's what he would be repeating to himself once it was all over...

"Wait a minute, what the hell is this?"

"If you'd shut up and let me finish, maybe you'd understand!"

"Yeah 'T', let Mael finish the story!"

"Aw come on Julz, talking dogs? Being lost to the 'animal within'? He's bullshitting us and you know it!"

"Fatass if you don't want to know what happened then just get the fuck out. I didn't even invite you to begin with."

"Like I'd let you be all alone with her!"

"Fuck it, anyway...so yeah where was I..."

Time continued to pass, old wounds began to patch themselves up. The tap of blood was once again running dry which would meant it was time for the confrontation to resume. Mael knew it and so did Thomas. Nothing else could matter. Not that Mael lacked mobility in his left arm or that Thomas was once just a mere dog that somehow grew upright and lusted for the struggle. It just didn't matter and as the last drop of blood continued its way to the darkened floor, loosing itself bit by bit on the trip, it echoed as it reached its final stop. It began again.

Rushing towards one another the two took offensive postures and began their battle cries. Mael, balled up his fists with his right arm raised to eye-height, wailed. Thomas, hands open by its waist, with claws at a slashing's ready position, gave howl.

The two met and as if pure energy were being produced by their interaction, the surrounding area grew fierce with the quiet echoes of hits landing and blood splatter.

Mael, using his fallen arm as a shield quickly turned to his left letting his body's momentum pull it upward. Doing so just as Thomas began a double clawed upward strike. The damage was superficial, Mael forced his mind into believing, as he continued his turn. Using his right foot as a driving force for his momentum he left his left foot to be dragged into the small area between ground and the ankle of his adversary. Then in one quick motion and with all the force he could muster he brought down his right heel successfully closing the gap in maneuverability between the two.

Pain rang through as Thomas flinched, bringing its hands down in an attempt to swat the boy away. Success, as the connection with Mael sent him face-first into a slide that would astound even the most avid baseball enthusiasts. Reaching then for its ankle, Thomas let out a screech that was confronted solely by laughter. Laughter from Mael as he lie in a pile of dirt, his face burning from the tiny cuts and scrapes of the slide.

Despair was something neither would succumb to but whether it be because they were fools or because of some other greater reasoning, it's hard to distinguish. This now the fourth exchange, with damage continuing to escalate, fatigue could not be any farther away from an option for either of the two.

"Wait a second! Fourth?"

"Fatass you're really trying my patience!"

"Come on Mael...I'm a bit curious too..."

"Fine Julz, but only cause YOU asked. Anyway yeah the first one was when he knocked out my shoulder. The second was when I gave him the nice little throat/ball breaker combo. The third, well...the third was after the change in the area..."

"What the fuck? What are you making up now?"

"Listen up bitch. The door's right fucking there! Point is that after the second 'exchange' I began to notice that the room wasn't exactly a room anymore. It was still dark as all hell but just well you know how after awhile when your eyes adjust, things become clearer even in the dark? Well, yeah, it's just like the walls seemed to be farther and farther away or even have just disappeared or something, ya know? And then it's just like the floor was more like dirt. After I broke his ankle and he knocked me down, it just sorta felt like I was sliding through, well...dirt. Little rocks and all."

"You're full of fucking shit Mael!"

"Do the little cuts on my face look like something that would happen on tiles or wood motherfucker?!"

"Forget it Mael. I believe you. Just continue. What was the third?"

"Oh yeah...the third.... Well yeah the third was well, we talked."

"You talked to my dog?"

"First off he wasn't much of a dog at that point. More like an it but well yeah after the nuts thing I kinda just respected him as a he. Like that time that guy wanted to kick your ass for talking smack and Julz bailed you out by kicking his ass instead."

"First off, I could've handled it! Secondly how does that have to do with anything?"

"Simple, cause it proved that she had bigger balls than you did. Which is why I call her Julz instead of Julia. Cause Julz can be sort for Julian too."

"What the fuck!? You think I'm guyish!?"

"Well that could easily be rectified if you'd just..."

"Say it and I'll do far worse than the dog ever could."

"LOL, Mael's a bitch!"

"Fuck you! Anyway, so yeah..."

As Mael picked himself up, Thomas just stood watching, festering with rage. Showing one's back to an enemy is a fool's mistake but one that Mael took regardless. He knew that regardless of the circumstances, there was something of an honor amongst them. He knew that the fight couldn't possibly be ended in such a way. But above all else perhaps he just had utter faith that with the bad ankle, his belligerent couldn't possible get to him fast enough to do anything decisive. Spitting a bit of a blood/saliva cocktail into the dirt Mael turned to the dog-beast and with a half-smile and look of ecstasy in his eyes motioned to continue with right hand.

The staring game began once again. This time however with things on a more equal footing. Mael taking the brunt of the damage at the end of most of the engagements wouldn't have been able to continue for much longer had his plan failed. It was quite a gamble and the blood loss wasn't going to make his second wind any stronger but with renewed confidence and continued blood lust, the fight could not end. His heart would not allow it. The staring continued.

Wounds continued to close and as the final drop of new blood hit the bottom, the warriors drew their weapons and re-entered their self-made arena. This time things were a bit different however as instead of a charge they slowly moved to the center. Mael stumbling as Thomas limped, it appeared this would be the decisive war ender.

Fights are never terribly long. Not real ones. In real fights the goal is to inflict as much damage to one's opponent as possible. It's like war but war strategies differ from one on one combat. War strategies are nothing to those of the animal realm. That primal urge which intertwines and mixes with instinct to form some new drive that isn't commonplace or unique but simply in and of itself. When a man stops being a man does he delve into true evil? Then what of beasts, animals, creatures that were never man? Are they evil? All these inquiries and contemplations would run through the beast's head once it was all over.

Facing each other with clear, unblinking eyes, the fight continued. Claws in retreat, Thomas balled up his massive hands and began to pummel Mael. At such a range any man would have tried to evade, using superior speed and mobility to reach an open area to attack but Mael did not. He attacked right back. Moving ever so slightly to take the majority of the hits on his left side he used his right to go scratch for hit with the beast. It was quite the display as Mael's speed was able to compensate for the lack of his left arm. Aiming primarily for joints and Thomas' neck, he was able to continue with the onslaught as his enemy, armed with greater strength, continued to pound his body.

As the stalemate continued it was difficult to determine who the true animal was between the two. Mael using his nails as claws while the beast continued to use its fists. Growls could even be found sneaking their way past his bared canines as the beast was merely grunting as it continued to be clawed. Time was non-existent to the two. They just continued non-stop, unwavering, insignificantly affected by each other's attacks until Thomas was able to land an uppercut just under Mael's rib cage. The shot sent him flying backwards but not before he was able to claw past his adversary's right eye. As if the battle had hit its climax, it now settled. Mael fell to the ground as the beast dropped to its knees. Its hands rushed to cover its eye, Mael lying on his back, facing the endlessly dark sky; he vomited.

"..."

"What's the matter now Fatass?"

"I didn't say anything."

"You have that look on your face though."

"What look?"

"That look you get when you're not hungry."

"Oh fuck you and just tell us how you killed my fucking dog and got back."

"Fine, so..."

The dust seemed to be carried away by a faint breeze. Mael inched up feeling unsure and disoriented. Perhaps he lost consciousness at some point but now he had found himself with a sort of clarity he had somehow lost somewhere during the fight. He knew what had to be done as his head was still throbbing from the 'talk' he had during the third encounter. At that time, Thomas had told him that the only way out was death. Mael however, stood his ground, shoulder in hand, and demanded he would not kill. Though with a swift head bunt from Thomas that left him staring towards the stars from the ground, his ambitions could do much else but swirl. The warm liquid that began to form on his forehead continued to accumulate searching for a path to explore. One that would eventually be found down the arch of his noes but would serve to conjure up the pact he made at that point to bring the amalgam of a creature to an end.

He faced Thomas and nodded in respect. His face covered with every bodily fluid that could be acquired above one's neck. Tears were the last ingredient that would make the concoction strong enough to weave a potion that would put this story to bed. Mael weeped. Not for the pain, not for his friends, but for Thomas. He had come to respect the beast as an equal and vowed to never forget him even if this last and final confrontation would mark the last of his earthly memories. He knew what had to be done.

The beast returned to its feet. Its right eye clenched shut. The blood that trickled down its cheek appearing almost as crimson tears. It returned the nod in honor and began a hobbled approach. Trying to ignore the pain Thomas did its best attempt at a sprint toward the stationary Mael. Mouth open, revealing all of it's fangs and claws out and ready to find homes in flesh. This was truly to be the end.

Mael looked on as Thomas grew closer and closer. Shutting his eyes for a second he reopened them and began a charge of his own. Left hand in hand he rushed to the beast throwing it into the very jaws of his adversary. Once he felt his knuckles hit the back of Thomas' throat he thrust his other fist, one finger protruding slightly, right between its eyes as it bit down on his forearm. From there he quickly opened his hand and grabbed the beast's nose letting his body fall slack to be pushed by the momentum of the opposing force. As they both fell to the ground he continued to hold tight even as Thomas began to thrash around sinking his claws into Mael's thigh and side. In moments however, it was over. Mael had won. The beast was dead.

Removing himself from its grasp, Mael used what little energy he had left to crawl towards the, seemingly smaller, room's nearest wall. There he propped himself up and muttering a couple of words, passed out.

"What the fuck!?"

"What now?"

"So then how'd you get back?"

"What are you talking about Fatass?"

"Uh, yeah Mael. If you just passed out, how'd you get back?"

"Uh...to be honest *chuckle* I have no idea...*chuckle* ...hey where are you guys going?"

"..."

"..."

"Ah come on guys! Seriously I don't know. Guys...GUYS!"

Episode Four(?)

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 02:47:23 GMT

It's been two weeks since we lost our minds. Me and Thomas are back in the real world now but it's hard to accept that everything that happened was just a hallucination. Everything around us continues on as if nothing had happened. By the world's standards, Mael is just a runaway and I'm some kind of delinquent. Me and Thomas were there but no one believes us. We were with him before we found ourselves back here but no one will believe that we could just disappear and reappear out of thin air... and at this point, after so much time, I'm no so sure I can believe it anymore either. We were there right? He was with us wasn't he? Maybe I should've listened to Thomas once we first found out we had made it back...

"Thomas!?"

"Julz?"

"Thomas!"

"Julz..."

"Thomas!!!"

"...why do you keep saying my name?"

"Shutup! Listen, I was all alone and I didn't know where you and Mael were, and I was scared, and just leave me alone!"

"Hey listen Julz, I'm sorry. I'm just confused. The last thing I remember we were will Mael and Thomas in that dark place and now we're..."

"We're what?"

"...WE'RE HOME!!!"

"Yeah....? I mean of course we're back. The school's right behind me. Can't you tell that we're right back where we were when this whole thing first started?"

"You're right. Hmm, I wonder how much time has past? I wonder if anyone missed us? Aw man what if our parents gave up looking for us and then moved away cause...OUCH! Why'd ya hit me?"

"You're being stupid. We were only in that room for half an hour tops and besides that, where's Mael? That's more important, isn't it?"

"I guess..."

"You guess!? He's your best friend!"

"He constantly calls me fatass as if it were written on my birth certificate! He's a jerk and arrogant and acts like he knows everything! He's a total douche!"

"But he's still your best friend."

"Yeah, you're right, but ah well. There's nothing we really can do. The best thing for us is to keep this experience to ourselves and just hope he reappears sooner or later just like we did."

I never realized how smart Thomas really was. I mean he's still idiotic and on occasion a flake. But he's sorta like a microwave oven. You never really need one since you already have an oven and a microwave but then when you least expect it you find something that only has instructions for it so it becomes useful again. He was right though. I should've listened. But no, I didn't and now I'm an outcast. I go to the police and they act as if I'm either an accomplice to kidnapping or insane. I go to his parents and they condemn me and file a restraining order. Even the school has me going to counseling sessions to try and get me to believe I'm so kind of compulsive liar. I should've listened...

"Hey! Julz!"

"Huh? Oh, Thomas, hey."

"You seem down, what's up?"

"Now's not a good time Thomas. So if you want something then just say it."

"Look Julz, I just wanna have lunch. Care to join me?"

"It's been two freaking weeks since we last saw Mael and you're acting as if everything's honkey-dory! What's wrong with you!?"

"Julz, look, Mael is Mael. For all his crap and foul mouth, he's still no pushover. If there's a way for him to make it back. You have to know that he will. And you know what Julz. I can be okay because at least you're safe. Because...dammit Julz because I love you!"

"..."

"Julz? Julz, did you hear me I said I..."

"MAEL!"

"Mael?"

"Mael!"

"Mael, Mael"

"Mael, Mael!"

"Mael!"

"Hey Julz, Fatass."

"Ah fuck you man."

"Fuck me? FUCK YOU!"

"Hey Mael."

"Hey Julz...ouch! Why'd you slap me?"

"Cause you...just because."

"Ouch, you're hugging me too tight. My arm's still broken and so are a couple other parts of my torso."

"Oh sorry. But yeah then, what happened?"

"Well I killed Thomas."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"The dog."

"You killed my fucking dog!?"

"Yeah, but it had to be done."

"What happened?"

"YOU KILLED MY FUCKING DOG!?!?"

"Shut up, Thomas."

"Well honestly, I gotta go, I'll tell ya later, seeya..."

He was back. Mael was back. I don't know what exactly happened but at least he's back now. But I can't believe he just ran away like that. He'd better tell us what happened soon or I swear if I catch him, he's so dead. But I'm happy he's back. So happy, he's okay...

Episode Three

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 19:39:33 GMT

"ARF ARF!"

"What the hell is the dog going on about?"

"Arf arf arf arf arf arf arf arf arf"

"Shut the fuck up or I'll beat your fucking ass!"

"Hey Mael stop being so mean to the dog!"

"Yeah, man come on, we need to get out of here and beside maybe he found a way."

"What are you the fucking dog whisperer or some shit?"

"Arf arf arf ARRF GRRRRRRR!"

"Hmm that doesn't sound too good."

"AHH!!!"

"Julz!"

"Fatboy please tell me I didn't just see what I thought I just saw!"

"She just vanished...went up in flames!"

"Gah DAMN IT FAT ASS I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ME THAT!"

"GRRRRRR!"

"Ouch! Thomas what are you pulling me for?"

"What the hell is the dog trying to do...wait what, you named it?"

"AHHH!!!"

"FATBOY!!!"

"...he's gone too now.... It's just me now. Alone. With the mutt. Damn it, damn it! DAMN IT! They didn't deserve that!"

"Arf, arf, arf"

"Can't you fucking see I'm mourning here!? They were my best friends! ...they were my best friends..."

Arf arf arf arf arf. Ar-arf arf arf arf arooooooo. Arf arf aroo arooo arf arf grrr. Arf arooo arf arf arf arf arfa arf. ARF!

"FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Gotta find some way out of this place now! Yeah some one's gonna pay."

"Arf! GRRRRR!"

"What the hell's going on? Your eyes, why are they glowing all of a sudden?"

"GRRRRR!!!"

"Just what the hell are you!?"

"...aroof...prepare yourself."

"You're fucking talking!? What the fuck just happened!? Why the fuck did you get so big!?"

"You were chosen, the others done away with. Now defend yourself or die."

"Listen dog man, maybe I'm hallucinating from the stress of loosing the only people that really matter to me or I passed out long ago and am simply having a nightmare but FUCK THIS! You don't want to mess with me right now! I don't care if you're some weird as dog-man now with your fucking claws and fangs and shit. You can kiss this ass. Now back down, or I will put you down."

"Your words are intriguing to the ear. I hope you survive."

"AHH!"

"First blood. You are quite slow boy."

"GAH DAMMIT! You completely immobilized my shoulder. If I hadn't moved just then you probably could've bit the entire thing off!"

This boy is pretty quick. Even though I went all out I could only knick him. How he was able to dodge that attack is beyond me. Perhaps he is the one after all. I would have rather it been Thomas though because he seemed a far better candidate but I guess the council noticed the attachment I had gained for him. Though this boy, how anyone could deal with his mouth and still call him a friend is beyond me. I guess that does make him the better of the two since I will feel no remorse if he does indeed fail. Ah how I hope this fight can last.

"Good boy, now lets continue."

-chuckle- "My name is Mael. Mael Lehrer. Not boy, Not kid, Not thing. It's Mael and you will not win. I will make you pay for what you did to them and once I do, I'm going to find your masters and return the favor 100 times over!"

Mael Lehrer huh? He talks big. And seems to be capable of making sentences without profanity when he's serious but his anger blinds him. With this build I've acquired, I'm comparible in strength to a body builder and yet retain most of the canine abilities. Why they chose him is beyond me. But it's not my business in the choosing, just the testing.

"Well then...Mael, prepare to...guulll"

"That was for Julz!"

He kicked me in the balls...

"GRRRRRR....oof!"

"...and that was for Fatboy!"

A kick straight into my Adam's apple!? This kid, no Mael...it seems like he may be worth something afterall.

Episode Two

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 04:18:24 GMT

The world seems so much smaller now that I think about it. Back then, things were just so much simpler. There was no need to really care about anything because everything was so easy. So easy.... Then it all turned to ash. Just because of a dog. How does the world turn to ash over a dog!? I just don't know what to say anymore. I guess I should start at the beginning.

There was this bright light and the last thing I could remember hearing was the echo of the stray's barking. Why was that dog there? What caused that flash? Why did I suddenly feel weightless? The questions continued to consume my thoughts.

After some time my eyes finally began to focus. Wherever I was at the moment, surely wasn't the same place I was before the flash. It appeared to be some type of building or structure of some sort. No windows or doors really didn't help my courage either. How did I get here? Let alone why me of all people? None of this made any sense and for some reason it wasn't until I felt a cold tap at the back of my knee that I realized just how much bigger this was than my mind could comprehend.

It was the da...stray. It was here with me and apparently so were the others. All of us trapped, abandoned, and God knows where. And today just had to be the day I forgot to charge my battery. I hate cell phones. Never useful when you really need them. 'But what now,' I wondered. 'What should I do?'

"Hey Mael...F*CK YOU!"

"Argh, fatass what the fuck!?"

"Guys I don't think this is the best time to fight!"

"FUCK IT! He started it and I'll be damned before I let that ass of fat best me!"

Mael's words soon became a blur. Not that I didn't care but I accomplished what I came to as, the best possible solution. There was no way out so, it meant waiting. And well, thinking about the absoluteness of this little issue would just wind us all up even more. I imagined it was for the best, though, really, now in retrospect I realize that there was nothing I could've done to help with what was to come next. That and I think I'll call the stray Thomas...after myself.

Episode One

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 02:21:35 GMT

You know that bullshit about seeing the world all differently and shit cause you've come so close to death that you realize that maybe, just maybe, you ARE going to hell? Yeah that shit's a bitch. But it brings me to how my story begins. Me, a nobody, with friends, who are at best anybodies, and a dog with no collar. Maybe I should step back a little further.

"What the fuck!"

"What?"

"What the fuck is this shit!?"

"It's a sandwich...I think?"

"Why the fuck does it look like someone took a shit on it?"

"Fatboy?"

"Fuck!"

Well then, that cantankerous young gentleman with the speech impediment would be me. The person I'm screaming at would be my best friend in the whole world if she'd let me at her 'special' friend. Anyway though yeah she's this thin asian girl with a pretty nice rack. I gotta express that she's thin since they either come in fat and snaggily tooth or anorexic and snaggily tooth. Needless to say, she may be asian but she might as well as be American. Anyway so we're having lunch if you can't tell and yeah, someone shit on my fucking sandwich...

"Fatass!"

"What bitch?"

"What the fuck!"

"What?"

"Don't what me you dick prick!"

"Hey. Hey, hey fuck you!"

"Bitch tell him"

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

Okay I need to stop here for a minute. Needless to say it's bad enough to call a girl a bitch on any given day but to call a girl who thinks/is black a bitch is like kicking a girl in the tampon while she's having her period. Shit's just not to be done. Needless to say though, when someone shits on your fucking sandwich you don't tend to think straight. That and hell, she really is a bitch. Anyway...

"You know what, Fuck you Mael!"

That's my name by the way.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Fuck up cunt bitch. Hey Julz come on, you know I don't really mean it!"

That's her name.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Bha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Oh shut the fuck up you fat fuck!"

That's his name. Well not really but he's fat so who cares what his name is, right?

"Hey fuck you Mael."

"Alright enough of this shit. Why'd ya shit on my sandwich?"

"Why the fuck would I shit on your sandwich?"

"Cause your parents clearly didn't beat your ass enough."

"What the fuck would my parents have to do with that?"

"Cause you're a gahdamn prick asshole! So why'd ya do it!?"

"First off I didn't and second Fuck you! Oh and third tell your mom I like the tongue ring. It really makes my balls feel great."

"That explains the herpes...anyway fuck up. If you didn't do it who fucking did?"

Enter the dog.

"Ruff ruff!"

I think I'll stop there for now. Lets just say if I knew what was coming then now, I'd probably have cursed out Fatass a couple more times...yeah I definitely would have...

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