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deafeningsilence's Journal
the ravings oh a poetic lunatic
heed my words and you'll fall into the mouth of madness and sorrow
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vampire heart part 2
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August 27, 2008, 08:34:pm
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The night went good, they all made, Janelle feel at home, and she really felt that they had all known each other forever, the music blared, the wine was drunk, the pizza they ordered was devoured and they sat and talked, told jokes, anecdotes and memories past to make her feel comfortable.
“Ok, well we should rest now, it’s late, I am very very drunk and tomorrow, we’re going to show you the sights, ok, Janelle, Hun?”
“Sounds awesome, Josie, I can’t wait?
So they made up the pull out bed, they kissed and hugged the boys goodnight and off Tony and Darryl went.
And so ended the first night in England, Janelle’s head touched the pillow and seconds later she was out cold, the wine buzzed in her head, pizza settled in her stomach and still the warm fuzzy feeling of laughter and music filled her, she slept happy for once after a long time.
That morning, Josie woke, Janelle up by singing the chorus to manufactured inspirato by fenix TX, Janelle still groggy and slightly more than jet legged didn’t know what was happening, but Josie was there with a cup of coffee in hand and handed it to her, “drink that down, the only way to start the day” “mmm” taking a sip Janelle stands up out of bed, in just a t-shirt and underwear she looks good, her hair a little messed up but there is a glow about her, “what time is it, Josie?” “Um, it’s half past ten in the morning” “holy shit, no wonder I feel like crap, ha-ha”
Josie came out of the kitchen as Janelle, cleared her bed and folded it up, they both sat down on the couch.
“Sleep, ok, no problems, no more dreams?” Looking worried, Josie looks at Janelle after taking a long gulp of her own coffee. “No it was fine, I slept like a log, I tell ya what though, I could do with a shower, it’s gonna take me awhile to get used to this time zone”
“Sure, I’ll get ya some towels, drink ya coffee up, we have a long day ahead of us, ya dad sent over some money so you can buy some new clothes”.
Music: fenix*TX
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vampireheart part one
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August 24, 2008, 02:05:pm
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She entered the house, possibly for the last time, searching the rooms in case she forgot something.
She went to the kitchen and left the envelope, with the letter to him that she had just written.
Outside, her dad waited patiently in the van, the girl, in her cut off jeans and paramour t-shirt, looked at the bedroom she had spent the last 18 months with her boyfriend.
The beginning was fine, they were in love, a silent tear crawled out of her eye and seeped down her cheek, she wiped it away with force, she would not cry for him, not anymore.
Five months into the relationship, Luke, that was his name, started showing his true colours, drinking, coming home late, sleeping around, and then the abuse started, the monster came out in all forms.
“Hey, Janelle, honey, you ready?” yelled up her dad from the open door of the van.
Janelle, turned her back on the room, no happy memories were left there, not after the month she spent in hospital, she was lucky to be alive and that’s when she decided to get the hell out of town.
“Ok, Dad, let’s go” she got into the van and buckled her safety belt, her dad looked over at her, “I’m fine, daddy, let’s just go, ok”. “Ok, you know we’ll miss you right but we’ll call and speak online and write, everything to keep in touch” “I know daddy” and that’s when the real tears came as they drove to the airport.
England
Janelle arrived at Heathrow, where her friends, Darryl, Tony and Josie came to pick her up, they met a year or two earlier online and been friends since, she’d be staying at Josie’s place until her place is fixed up, which they explained should be soon, in the meantime they’re going to show her the sights.
Janelle slept on the way back to Portsmouth, she had had a long flight and the journey was long to her new home.
“Welcome to your new home, babe” Josie said as she opened up her flat to Janelle as Darryl and Tony bought in her cases, surprisingly she travelled reasonably light, three suitcases baring the essential ingredients for a new life.
Josie’s flat wasn’t huge but it was cosy and clean, she had only the one bedroom, but the living room was fairly big and she had herself a bed settee, just off of the living room was a small kitchen and down the hall on the other side, was the bathroom/toilet combo and the master bedroom at the end, where Josie slept.
“Drinks” exclaimed Tony as he hurried into the little kitchen, to grab some wine glasses and the wine from the fridge. “Sorry it’s wine, we couldn’t afford good champagne” said Darryl as he sat himself down on one of the bean bag chairs.
Mood: meeeeeeeeeeow
Music: bile
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the man who fell to earth
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August 19, 2008, 04:06:pm
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i fell to earth a long time ago, my skin was burned raw
i fell into your arms, or so i wished
i fell into your view
you ran to me with soft gentle hands and cared for my tattered form
i was glad and let you know with a smile
i couldn't understand your dialect at first but i knew you were nice
within a small amount of time i understood
you made my heart beat, once it created itself inside my body
and it felt good
i felt a feeling, i have never felt
i explained and you said you felt it to
it's called love at first site you said
i said wow
you nurtured me to health and we belonged to each other then
our souls entwined
my heart grew and grew for you
the sun shines upon our faces
the rain pelts down and each time
you're in my arms, lips to lips
and we breath in each others souls
i love you i whisper into your ear, stay with me forever
you replied yes, with a smile and a tear in your eye
Mood: ecstatic
Music: slipknot, weird huh
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bobbiescarborough
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August 01, 2008, 09:11:pm
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hey does anyone know what's happened to our little hyper bunny?
Mood: worried
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chavs of the damned/straw chavs
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July 24, 2008, 11:36:pm
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"they're outside again" said carrie. "I know, i know!" said rob
rob opened the window to yell at the four kids to fuck off when a rock landed smack in his face, "owwwwwwffff--f-uck it" blood seeped down the side of his temple as carrie ran over to him, the kids outside laughing, loud, obnoxious, the laughter of hyenas if they had been sodomised by the joker. "hun are you, ok?" she pulled a shirt from the washing basket and cleaned the blood off, "ok hun, that's deep, we'll have to get you to the hospital, it may need stitches and a concussion wouldn't be out of the question, you got hit pretty hard, the little shits...i'm going to call the police"
rob sat down and held the shirt to his head, "why, babe why...they're under age what can the police do...give 'em a warning which those monsters will laugh off, nah, no point". at the point several rocks flew, smashing several windows, startling the couple, carrie began to cry. "rob i can't take it no more, we've just moved here, this house was so nice and then those four came out of nowhere, i mean litrally i can't find where they live, no one seems to know them, i mean they say they've seen 'em and they've had trouble from them...it's horrible rob". rob stands up and looks at the glass smashed and shrewn across the floor, angrily he pours himself a shot of gin from the bottle stashed away in the kitchen cupboard and after taking the whole thing down in one gulp walks out into the back of the house, picking up a baseball bat, used for security purposes, and heads out onto the street where the kids are just standing there laughing.
"don't go out there rob, it's not worth it"
"wotcha old man" said the blonde haired boy of about 9-10. "i want you to fuck off and leave us alone now, why? why are you doing this? have you better imagination that you have to spend your time stood out on the street behind people's houses and throw rocks?"
the smallest boy picks up a rock and throws it, it shatters another window, there's a cry from inside and rob growls at the boys and runs inside, carrie is sat on the floor cradeling her arm where a shard of glass has broken flesh, "ok babe, hospital and police time." He grabs some essentials and heads out to the front to start the car, as he heads out front the kids are sat on his ford mondeo, still either grinning at him or laughing. "get off my fucking car, you've injured my wife...i need to take her to the hospital" the blonde haired boy grins the most evil cheshire cat grin the world has ever seen, jumps off the hood of the car, pulls out a small dagger and slashes all four tyres on the car.
"why you lil..." rob grabs the blonde haired boy who just stared intently at him, daring him to do something, "wothca gona do, mush, ya cant touch us, and we aint lettin ya leave" he slashes out as rob realises the kids true and falters letting the kid go, the blade strikes across robs face, with a searing pain as the flesh opens, the other kids laugh and spit at him as he walks back into the house.
"i'm sorry, baby...we're trapped"
they sit and hold each other for a while after rob, pulls out the shard of glass and they hold down a rag to keep the blood in
outside the kids have set up a sound system and are looping a monotonous trance track over and over again, one of those songs that are just one beat and nothing else to it...over and over again
over and over again
boom
boom
boom
boom
boom
inside carrie and rob are trying to ignore it they put on the tv loud and there own stereo loud, but then just as they match volume, darkness envelopes them and everything is shut off.
"fuck those lil brats have shut us down" said carrie in hushed tones, she starts crying again
rob picks up the phone, "this time i have to do something, no backing out...shit! no fucking dial tone!
smoke starts pouring through the letter box, another smash from upstairs this time, carrie looks out the front window, peering like a nosey neighbor through the curtain, "oh my god rob...they're setting the house on fire"
with a whooping animal instinct the kids, ferral like in there ferocity are making molotov cocktails out of bottles of vodka and rags and throwing them at the couple's house, dancing under the flames of there attack...
carrie and rob rush around the house trying to board up the windows and doors so no more can fly through to smash into there home, unknowing to them that they eventually are making there own tomb inside there house, they collapse into each other on the stairs and just sit there, not knowing what to do as sirens bellow off in the distance...
a pointless time, a pointless rescue for it is too late and the kids have gone on to there next unwilling victims...
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diary of a pain addict
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July 22, 2008, 10:53:pm
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the tears well up inside
and spill as the needle tears a hole in my flesh
my memories pounded into me
the yells and shoves tattooed into my soul
the worthless boy, grown into a painful release
the blade crawls crawls down my arm
the drugs injected to forget you all
i sleep in a cold sweat
my bed drenched, through and through
my eyes are swollen from lack of sleep
and my functions slowly die
i hit myself when things go wrong
in my frustration that is always
i took it all to heart, so now i hang the words like a noose to my heart
an unwanted being am i
no candy
no light at the end
nothing for me
jus tthe 24 years of bruised soul
the shy kid bullied and lonely
into the ruins i drink, the bottom of the bottle
my soul running on empty
the tears swell up one more time
a last cigerette and a remanisance of a couple of years of goodness
ah this needle is for you
this shard of glass belongs with us
this blade oh so sharp, i cut out this memory for it is deep with regret
goodbye to my past
Mood: inspired by candy and me
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bored
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July 16, 2008, 10:30:pm
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so the clash of drum has awoken me in my jungle surroundings, i'm tired and this heat is making me crazy, i don't know who i am or where i am, i feel so dirty, i don't know how long i have been here, a captive of the trees and the wilderness, but too long in my books.
i need water to bring me to life, food, sustenence, something, my stomach growls and churns, i walk under the shade of the mighty tree and i look upon it, it's huge to big for me to climb, yet out of the nearest bush bounds a wild cat, darting this way and that, i jump into my tent and watch it go zooming past and up the tree...it peers down, is it looking at me, will i become that cat's supper..i'm scared, so scared my bladder wants to burst, i don't wanna pee on myself
WOOF! WOOF!
my faithful companion bounds across the barron wasteland and barks at the cat, sat upon the big tree, i laugh as the cat hisses and spits at the dog...
"craig?!"
oh shoot, my jungle evaporates the big cat becomes snowy, and cookie is just my dog as they annoy each other in what becomes my back garden with my mother calling me, i leave my tent disgruntled as i know it's dinner time which is good but then after i'm allowed to watch a little tv, it's bath time and then bed, shucks.
tomorrow will be another adventure
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