Justin's Blog

Tuesday 5th, February: My doctor gave me this book. It's old and dusty. He said I will have fun writing. This is my first entry. I want to introduce myself. My name is Lawrence. I am told I am special. I am not like most people. My days are normal. If you saw me on the street, I would just be another regular stranger. Mom and dad fight a lot about me, because dad doesn't want me around the house. Mom say's she does, but she is sad when I am around. I don't know why I am special. I am told I am. So I believe the persons that tell me I am. I hope this helps me. My doctor looked concerned when he gave me. So far it is fun. It's like I am talking to you. What did he call you, a journal? I think that was what he said.  Wednesday 6th, February: Last night when I went to bed I had an awful dream. I was kneeling on the floor. Around me was dark. I felt my hands were wet. I looked down on them and saw that they were red. I had blood on my hands. I tried to clean it ...

Ocean Floor I am afraid of the ocean floor I am never to set foot offshore I am not one to lack valor I am one to explore nevermore Mother says that there are animals there Mother says that there is a bear Mother says that is his new frontier  Mother says he was an adventurer extraordinaire   That is no place for such a beast That is no place for him to feast That is no place for one of east  That is a place for the deceased This beast of the east once was a woman Her name was Lui Yang Riddled in mischief  her story began This beast of the east a melody sang Her music told of an evil magician Her music told of illicit acquisition Her music told of avarice and  ambition Her music told the reason of her  condition  There are many animals chained like me There are scaly, hairy, leathery and feathery There are many souls swindled and beastly There are many here with me undersea We were all once people of liberty We w...

By the end of this three will have died.  Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Beings of every nature. Opposites, they say, attract. In this case it seemed it did.  The man was old, he had seen a few storms in his lifetime. His eyes looked distant. His beard was scruffy and unmaintained. His arms were scarred. V eins ran underneath them.  The woman was young. Her skin was soft. Her hips curved beautifully. Her hair draped  her back until it rested on her lower back.  They seemed mismatched. Yet they loved each other .   They courted, and soon after they married. A humble event since the man had no family, and the woman had only a brother.  The matrimony seemed happy. The man's crude physique seemed to become softer around her presence. As for the woman, she had found someone to protect her. Her brother was the only family she had left, and even he lived far away.  It seemed everything was perfect. There would be no need to tell a tale...

My Father the Hero Mom said that Dad died in the war He died when they blew up his car Mom's jus a customer in the bar My Father is the Hero of War At school, kids with fathers tease me  Telling stories of their father, not me Playing in fields, hunting in forests, and me I rush home to find an empty home, lucky me. The polished photo of Dad on the wall Medals, and smile, close enough to give a call "How was your day daddy?" Silence is all "When can we together laugh, and kick a ball?" Today, I polish lead and steel into gold. A humble profession, simple and old Every man's got a price to be sold I am the one to cash it in cold To see the rising of a man's chest no more, That brings relief to my souls sore Blood, entrails, bowels and gore They give me youth, now and evermore Mother in the hospital is seventy-six Her age and health seem too distant to fix You can't teach an old dog new tricks Her features of  fatigue ...

I shouldn't have but I did I shouldn't have laughed but I laughed I shouldn't have but I did I should have helped but I didn't I could have but I didn't I shouldn't have ignored but I ignored I shouldn't have but I did I should have greeted but I didn't  I could have but I didn't I shouldn't have lied but I lied I shouldn't have but I did I should have confessed but I didn't  I could have but I didn't I shouldn't have played but I played I shouldn't have but I did I should have worked but I didn't  I could have but I didn't  I shouldn't have kissed but I kissed I shouldn't have but I did  I should have waited but I didn't I could have but I didn't I shouldn't have hated but I hated I shouldn't have but I did I should have loved but I just couldn't I could have but I just couldn't  Because I shouldn't have but I did

In celebration of this year's first Friday the 13th here is a new blog post: Free Will is not Free The following is an account of a person who has chosen to remain anonymous. The story will send chills across your spine, and cause you to doubt the very reality of your existence. Do not proceed if you feel you will in any way be affected by these writings.   Have you ever regretted something you did? Have you ever had an instance where you did not know why you did something? There is a very good chance that you have, or that you know someone who has. The reason why these feelings arise will shock and perhaps even change you, and your perception of reality.  My name should not be disclosed, but for your sake, I shall take a pseudonym upon myself.  Yo soy Don Alpirez. Soy un vendedor de una tiendita.  I know it must be hard to follow this story, I am not good at writing. I am trying to tell you th...

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