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Thursday, July 28, 2011

In the Presence of Enemies IV

SERVANTS OF THE FALLEN FIFHT GOTP AVE THE WAY
FOR THEIR SAVIROS CALL ING ON THIS WIKCED DAY
THROUGH A VEIL OF MADNESS WITH A VICIOUS BLADE
ONE MAN RISES UOP STANDING IN THEIR WAYYYYY

Do you guys know aht i doo every second of every day?

I wait.


And iawat.

And ai90s.
ANd wait.

ADD AIWRT dsosme mroe.

I do nothing but wait. Even when I'm hungry. I only eat when we have food.

I aovid my parents. I used to love them and talk to them every day. Not anymore. They taught me to avoid them.

I onl  go downstairs to look for food, and when is rhete ever food?

Goddamn someone just asked me for weight loss tips.

In June of 2009, I weighed 190 pounds. By August, I weighed 160. By December, 150. By August of 2010, 140. Now, I'm around 110, 120.

You want to know how I lost the weight and how I kept it off? WEld, fucker , I highyly reomenc the CHODL ABUSE DIET, asshole. I SFKAfsdmi, the NECLTECT DIT<. TRY IT ON FOR SIZE. ONE SIZE FITS ALL.


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I hvae nowjhre to go nad the only people who never rarley abused me-- Natjhan-- jhed's gnwe and now the doors are everywhere I go, Nathan's in every dream.

But I'm scared, Nathan. I don't know if I can open the door.

I don't know what I'll find.

I don't know if you'll be there.

In the Presence of Enemies III

I don't thin itf'sf arr at atl.

I mean tI do't its' nto like I dob'r pay fucll atrtention to you igus riht


But then why does not wa npay athatm uch atneinon to me

the sdilendce isr gettn abdiuely unBADbeleabel

fucking help, IK cna't take the foggamn silence.


if NATHAN was herre he'sd keep mye ocucupedi

oh god my head crying hurts

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

In the Presence of Enemies II

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In the Presence of Enemies I

I went to the house.

There's a man outside the window.

The man. The one who hurt my back.

He's just standing out there, looking in at me.

In the kitchen, the door is back. The door that shouldn't be.

I'm in the presence of enemies, and I'll have to decide which to face.first

Nightmare Cinema

I had a night filled with vomiting, cold sweats, and panic.

I tried to sleep. Nightmares of opening the door and finding Nathan. He'd reach out his arms and say "Come inside, Jordan. Let us take care of you. It's safer here in Xanadu. Don't you want to give me a hug?"

There was progressive music coming from inside the door, but it was unlike anything I'd ever heard. It was intricate, it was complex beyond comprehension. There were notes I had no idea I was even able to hear. I felt such a compulsion to just walk in and listen forever.

Then I woke up and looked around. Only one door in my room.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Questions, need Answers

Doors everywhere.

...what'll happen if I open one?

The Day That Never Comes

I've been seeing an extra door in every room.

When Doors are Opened

I opened the door that was supposed to be here. In my hallway, there was a spider. I quickly closed the door again.

Then the internet went out.

I couldn't go fix it; there was a spider in the hall! D:

Anyway, I went to bed, and now the second door is gone.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Temptation, why won't you leave me alone?

My room has two doors in it. It's not supposed to.

Batman Versus the Galaxy IN SPACE 3

Cosmic Cove Galaxy. Twin Falls Hideaway. There's a Luma who takes fifteen coins and then gives us a planet.

Why can't our rich people do good stuff like that with our money?

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Batman Versus the Galaxy IN SPACE 2

DJay32's Batman: Arkham Galaxy 2. Log entry 2.

I'm in World 2 now. I think the Joker's a dragon, but I'm not sure. Harley Quinn got a sex change and is now the Joker's son. o_o I must be under one of the Scarecrow's drug-induced trances.

I'll keep you posted.

Batman Versus the Galaxy IN SPACE 1

In the meantime, in between my sad days, I've gone and rented Super Mario Galaxy 2. I called my file "batman." I'm about to start.

It's time for DJay32's Batman. In Space.

Let's do this shit.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Existential Crisis

I don't have to go home, but I can't stay here.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Camera?: "where_the_sour_turns_to_sweet"

video
Now, my first suspicion was that I recorded this video without knowing. But I don't have a CD player that looks like that, or any of the other stuff there. I have a lot of the albums pictured, but not the.. one below Nursery Cryme, nor the one below what I think is Amnesiac (Radiohead). And I don't even know what the hell the one above Metropolis, pt. 2 is; there's way too much glare. But I recognize Metropolis and Nursery Cryme, I recognize Amnesiac, and I also recognize Octavarium and Tales from Topographic Oceans.

The song in the background is from Tales from Topographic Oceans, although I'll have to listen to the album again to properly pinpoint what song.

As for the video title, "where_the_sour_turns_to_sweet," yeah, not a clue.

Risk, I Know You Very Well

So yeah, I went back to the house. And I took my video camera. It's been weeks since that last incident. And besides, I didn't waste my time when I found the door. Because I didn't find the door. Instead, I was greeted by that beautiful patch of wall, which I took a picture of and uploaded.

While taking the photo off my camera, I spotted a video, as well. I don't remember this video at all. I'll upload it for you guys.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Video's up.

And also this.

video

After all that buildup, it's quite underwhelming, isn't it?


rhauiffshiufsa won't upload fuck it, going to bed.
Told you.

Video soon.

I went to the house a while ago, a week ago, and I brought the camera. And I recorded a video. You can't see anything on it 'cause I was just.. bah. I don't fucking know, alright? There's no distortion or anything. No blur. No nothing. You just can't see shit because I'm a terrible cameraman.

Anyway. What happened was, I went to the house with the camera, and I noticed that every time I went to the house, things were switched around. There was always new technology, too. But then I saw it. The door. Remember the door? The one.. yeah, that door. It was there. And.. I just fucking froze. And then that guy came in. And the door..

The guy might be gone. He left me alone. But I left. And I went to the hospital. My back was in agony. And I'm missing a trilby now.

Uploading the video. Like I said, you can't fucking see shit on it. But still.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Original: "Citizen Kane"

Give me a little longer. In the meantime, here's another poem I made. It's called "Citizen Kane," though it's not really about the film in question.

Perfection: A subject subject to subjective debate.
"Love on your own terms is the only love worth fighting for,"
Cries the friar as his liars loot; it's only fair when to settle a score.
Love under any other name would be self-abuse evermore;
The question remains, is there such a thing as a three-way door?
Are philosophers and leaders, all members of the trade, corrupt to the core?
Or are the members of our public lost in legends of illustrious pop lore?
Fire, to begin whipping dance of the dead. This is our first gate.


Projection: Life, as it has been, dying slowly in a lake moor.
Classical progressions of a baroque nature assault mine thoughts,
Until said progressions turn to times once ne'er bought.
Throughout the emptiness of marshland, the frog beneath the trees
Knows her righteous path, for she has darkened potency.
Unearthed rhyme scales reveal ancient times gone by,
Pay attention as the walrus is Paul, but only under glass moonlight.
There is perfection to such projection, though it is through the second Door.


Permutation: Analysis leaves the doubting blind, as says the sparrow.
Staccato breathing in legato tricks.
Picking things apart gives people their kicks.
Let's pick apart one misconception about the direction of precontraceptions:
Life, but what we say; strife, but where we lay.
Attacking the untaxed as lax as we can back
Ourselves against lions, lashing out for the ocean floor.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as says the third window.


Protection: As was Kane to films, as is the lady
Jester antics reach out to complement the stars,
And who are we to deny such an honour, by far?
Never again will life seem so frail,
End to it all is but the trick of the tale.
To myself, keeping in time with such acts these shady. This is but the last story.


Okay, I'll admit, I made this a pretty cryptic one. ^^;; It's certainly much vaguer than the first poem. But it definitely means something. Something very close to me.

Original: "Four Gives to Get"

I have nothing, so I'll write. This is titled, "Four Gives to Get."


Food on the table is a given but a bribe
Given you can't care past forgotten diatribe.
Might you be serious about regretting past sins,
Since centuries gone, I'll be digging through the bins.
Perhaps it's a lull in your security or lulling of my own,
Only this time it's life or death and I'm already nothing but bones.
Don't you care? Of course you do, considering the why and its when.
When was I ever the person you say I am? You don't see it now; I didn't see then.


Working backwards to progress forwards only works when stars align,
You progress with no progress but a smog-laden "This gold's mine."
Do you mind the gap before you and your son who is nothing?
Digging it deeper, do you find it hard to keep bluffing?
Epping Forest of denial calls you to your home,
Memories of you, your borne mouth of foam.
Damage has been incorporated for so long,
But do I have it all wrong?


Fairness is due,
It's not all you.
Kind is the mirror's others,
And I do have my covers.
Though told were I that "Not justice nor fairness,"
Just not be the demons hidden in my awareness.
Hiding my past to forget the lack of future,
All brought on by the emotional moocher.
Perhaps, due were fairness true,
Allow life to justly forget you.


Should one have to decide between virtue and sin?
Should such acts be more orange and blue, for lack thereof is win.
To forgive under any other name would be instantly true,
But to do so efficiently would render my memory askew.



Give me knowledge: Where to go, what to do.
Give me structure: Days, not nights; I need my rights.
Give me sustenance: Starvation leads to temptation's needs.
Give me peace.
Empty my mind from entropic tropes,
Mind those others who do oft elope.



Get me isolation: Nowt to go, nowt to do.
Get me entropy: Nowt method, life madness.
Get me the weakest: nowt a right to my defence.
Get me, Hell.
I have but four gives to get, and only to stop me
Is a pathway to salvation, unsure yet, unsure key.


Which will it be? Which will I choose?
Scariest to me are things yet to lose.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Soon.

So I'll just wait inside my head.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Escape from isolation?

I'm lying here in bed, swear my skin is inside-out.
Just another Sunday morning.
See my diary on the newsstand, seems we've lost the truth to quicksand.
It's a shame no one is praying, 'cause these voices in my head keep saying, "Love, just don't stare."
"Reveal the word when you're supposed to."
Withdrawn and introverted, infectiously perverted, being left out and confused keeps us pleasantly abused enough to stay.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Orange Or Green?

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Thursday, July 7, 2011

Hospitalized

back hurts still

dr says back not borkn

got video uploda soon

Monday, July 4, 2011

"Message of Metropolis"

(Image spliced up weirdly by me)

The Message of Metropolis must be coded


From The Topography of Thought. Addressed to "Rael." The comments have deciphered it, and it seems to be saying,

1) "Scene Six: Home."

2) "Fatal Tragedy."

3) "Scene Nine: Finally Free."

So, "Home," "Fatal Tragedy," "Finally Free." Addressed to "Rael."

.."Rael's" not addressed to me, is it? I mean.. probably. If it is, then the fuck's it mean? "Home," "Fatal Tragedy," "Finally Free." I like those songs, granted, from Metropolis, pt. 2-- Dream Theater, but it's probably not talking about the songs, themselves.

I'm exhausted. I need to think this over.

Friday, July 1, 2011

STANDING ON THE BACKS OF ANGELS, FEELING MY HEART PULL WEST, I SAW THE FUTURE DRESSED AS A ST--wait wrong song

On the Backs of Angels
A Dramatic Turn of Events, 2011
Dream Theater


Well, I've had two days to listen to this song over and over again. After this long, I have to say it's.. quite a nice piece. Just short of nine minutes, this is apparently the opener for A Dramatic Turn of Events, which is a pretty silly name for an album.

The first thing that stands out in this piece is the intro, which sounds like it was taken from freaking Images & Words. Or A Change of Seasons. The whole song has a big.. "old-school Dream Theater" feel to it. It's pleasant, and it's certainly wonderful to hear John Myung's lovely bass guitar again after so many years. Mike Mangini, the new drummer, is a goddamn god. Like Porntoy, but.. but just.. better.

..sorry, I meant Portnoy.

John Petrucci's as beautiful as ever. Just oh my god, listen to that guitar, listen to the skill, listen to the technicality, listen to the sound, oh my GOD, I love John Petrucci. And Jordan Rudess is exactly as good as we expect, but now he's putting more focus on being in the background, and that's.. that's just great. ;w;

I lost track of where I was going with this.

"On the Backs of Angels" is an excellent piece; I expected nothing less from Dream Theater. This song gives me high hopes for the release of A Dramatic Turn of Events, coming atcha September 12/13th, 2011.

Progressive metal, yuck feah.