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Cardiac Fantasies™: March 2007
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I Should Be RICH. Is worth $10,726.26. How much is your blog worth? The check must be in the mail. Yeah, That's the ticket. Links to this post. Feeding the Beast II. We surely appreciate all of the people that called and checked in on us. Truly, we do. He shook his head violently back and forth. Clearing the offers, the voices, the false invitations. His eyes widened as he looked down on his own betraying hand, grasping the handle of the door, slowly turning. Looking around wildly, he reaches to the shel...
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Cardiac Fantasies™: August 2007
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This post made One Year on August 15th, and I was so damn busy that I missed the fireworks. I'm still busy, so as my anniversary gift to my readers, I'd like to repost one of my most open, honest, and dark posts. The story of the night I died. Or should have. You'll want to keep the children away from this one. The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back. This particular entry is dark and somewhat – well – you might want to skip this one if you’re squeamish or have a weak stomach. Watch as the skin tension in ...
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Cardiac Fantasies™: September 2007
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How on Earth did we ever reach this point in life? People deserve better than me, and I need something else in my life. I'm incredibly empty right now. DIAL TONE. DISCONNECT. There was a life somewhere back there, that I somehow missed the turn for. I look back along the road and I can't figure out where I missed the fork and ended up here. DIAL TONE. DISCONNECT. Is there anything I can say to bring him back? Links to this post. A Cry in the Night. So here's to you all, and here's to hoping your October ...
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Cardiac Fantasies™: June 2007
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Incarcerated - Day 1. The HPD has reached a new level of technology. They no longer have to use the ink for finger prints. Just place your hands and palms flat against the little window on the machine there, if you please sir. No sir, try and sort of place them inside the outlines of the hands on the glass there. Much better. No sir, please don't tuck your thumb underneath. You what? Links to this post. Yeah, I'm the naive dumbass here, because loyalty and brotherhood have always been tops on my list....
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Cardiac Fantasies™: Of Geeks and Goddesses, Part II
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Of Geeks and Goddesses, Part II. So she’s hot. She’s the ultimate in popularity. She’ll eventually go on to become a cheerleader in college. Yeah, she’s that good. He’s also now succeeded in establishing a rep as a crybaby. Little Bucky, the crybaby. After a time, it will be one of the reasons that he doesn’t sing in the choir anymore, though his voice was good enough to make the ensemble, the small group of the choir that does the special shows. . Been there done that to say the least.
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Cardiac Fantasies™: September 2008
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For those interested in contributing to Hurricane Relief Efforts, some of the folks at Wunderground.com have started a relief effort. All the donations go straight to supplies, etc. for the area. You can read more about it here - IKE Relief. You will start to see the extent of the disaster over the next few weeks, if media coverage doesn't make it go away. Links to this post. Links to this post. An old friend from Otherland wrote me this weekend with a gentle reminder - It's been almost a full year since...
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Cardiac Fantasies™: Missing Anniversary
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This post made One Year on August 15th, and I was so damn busy that I missed the fireworks. I'm still busy, so as my anniversary gift to my readers, I'd like to repost one of my most open, honest, and dark posts. The story of the night I died. Or should have. You'll want to keep the children away from this one. The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back. This particular entry is dark and somewhat – well – you might want to skip this one if you’re squeamish or have a weak stomach. Watch as the skin tension in ...
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Cardiac Fantasies™: July 2007
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Oh good Lord be with me, the Beast is stalkin. Tonight. There's a huge gaping hole in my gut tonight. Dark. Empty. Reeking of the grave. The putrid essence of decay, of death, prolonged and dyin. Like an empty grave, waitin. Of a simple, naive, retard? Yeah, The Holy Beast is stalking tonight, selectng his kill, and ripping the life and hope out of those who have nowwhere else to turn. Links to this post. To Whom It May Concern. Links to this post. Still in solitary. But it seems one of the warden's ...
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Cardiac Fantasies™: Dial Tone
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How on Earth did we ever reach this point in life? People deserve better than me, and I need something else in my life. I'm incredibly empty right now. DIAL TONE. DISCONNECT. There was a life somewhere back there, that I somehow missed the turn for. I look back along the road and I can't figure out where I missed the fork and ended up here. DIAL TONE. DISCONNECT. Is there anything I can say to bring him back? That's not true (the walls). You've said so, yourself. Love you, man. Tue Sep 18, 06:38:00 PM CDT.