November 14th, 2001


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So, here it is, my first journal entry. This is just to say hello, and get something up there for now, as I'm still playing with a bunch of stuff. Anyway, I'll open with a poem that seems oddly fitting for this moment. (Don't get too excited, I don't write a lot of poetry. When I do it's a treat so don't get used to it.)

The Cycle of Things
With each new dawn, twilight descends on the old.
With each new acquaintance, another forgotten.
We ponder what will come, and reflect what has past.
With elegiac countenance, we bid our life farewell.
Then with childlike wonder, we greet the next.
  • Current Mood
    excited excited

Ah the military life..

So, I got informed about 20 minutes ago that I am now the building "Guy-In-Charge" for my building. And starting Monday they are installing new light fixtures. Hmn.. I guess I'm going to be busy.

Jumping in head first.

So, I never do anything that I don't throw myself into it. Well, for at least the first week or so. ;) So here is my all new live journal with a completely redesigned format, and it's unique too. Also, I do want to take the time to give some credit where it is due. My icon, and the picture in my bio, is my art. I don't mean that I drew it, but rather that I own it. I commissioned it from a really good artist named Thomas P. Reidy III. Also, I want to thank Arie for her helpful pointers on telling me where I screwed up in my layout.

So, I will now leave you with some song lyrics. :) (I do that a lot)

"Woe to you oh earth and sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wroth, because he knows the time is short. Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast, for it is a human number. Its number, is six hundred and sixty six.

I left alone,
My mind was blank,
I needed time to think, to get the memories from my mind.

What did I see?
Could I believe?
That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy.

Just what I saw,
In my own dreams,
Was the reflections of my warped mind staring back at me.

Cause in my dreams,
It's always there,
The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair.


Night was black,
Was no use holding back,
Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me?

In the mists,
Dark figures move and twist,
Was all this for real or just some game of hell?

666 The number of the beast,
Hell and fire were spawned to be released.

Torches blazed,
And sacred chants were phrased,
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky.

In the night,
The fires are burning bright,
The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done.

666 The number of the beast.
Sacrifice is going on tonight.

This can't go on,
I must inform the law,
But can this still be real or just some crazy dream.

But I feel drawn,
Towards the chanting hordes,
Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes.

666 the number of the beast.
666 the one for you and me.

I'm coming back.
I will return.
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn.

I have the fire.
I have the force.
I have the power to make my evil take it's course."
  • Current Music
    Iron Maiden, "The Number of the Beast."