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ONW: 13-Year-Old Girl Stabs Mother In Alleged ‘Slenderman’ Attack

And here we have it once again.

If this begins to become a phase of sorts, I am going to go absolutely ballistic.

My Strange & Spooky World

Wisconsin-stabbing-2-jpg Site of the Waukesha, Wisconsin attack — via WLWT

I’ll be honest: when reports of the Waukesha, Wisconsin Slender Man attack started making the rounds several weeks ago, I decided not to post any information about in on my site. As far as I was concerned, it was a weird, bizarre and sad instance of two girls who clearly had issues. How else can you explain two 12-year-old girls deciding to try and stab their friend to death and then claiming their actions were an attempt to win the favor of a fictitious character known as Slender Man?  I mean, nobody actually believes Slender Man is real, right?

Well, apparently others do. Or at least that’s what a Hamilton County, Ohio mother is claiming. Specifically, the woman, who has yet to be identified, told an NBC affiliate that she came home from work one night to find her 13-year-old daughter…

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I’ll let him in on one secret…

Another Day

 

It’s six AM on Saturday

Good morning – time to get outta my head

Even in the hypothetical context I’m insane

 

I don’t wanna get on the level of careers

Law firms are for the birds – I’m an artist

Animating another man’s man in my deathbed

 

I’ve been looking for homes – I found an orchestra’s stage

It’s got a nice bed – the mice feel the same way

 

Sorry, baby, I can’t wish you

 

Happy weekend forever after!

I’m long gone and drafted

Saturday – just another day

Another day – I should have kept you at reach

And now it’s all just me

 

It’s six AM on Saturday

Good morning – time to get outta my head

Even in the hypothetical context I’m insane

 

I don’t wanna get on the level of careers

Law firms are for the birds – I’m an artist

Animating another man’s man in my deathbed

 

I’ve been looking for homes – I found an orchestra’s stage

It’s got a nice bed – the mice feel the same way

 

Sorry, baby, I can’t wish you

 

Happy weekend forever after!

I’m long gone and drafted

Saturday – just another day

Another day – I should have kept you at reach

And now it’s all just me

 

I’m trying, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

And I’m still denying whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

 

Happy weekend forever after!

I’m long gone and drafted

Saturday – just another day

Another day – I should have kept you at reach

And now it’s all just me

 

Happy weekend forever after!

I’m long gone and drafted

Saturday – just another day

Another day – I should have kept you at reach

And now it’s all just me

The Father of the Vagabond

Dog Tags

 

The skies of grey are an overwhelming flurry

Rustic bandages hold together the clouds

Nuclear-felt wraps around him like a cobra

Wounds fresh from the crash, heart on a tightrope

This is his duty to those he has known

 

His actions will not bring effects for millennia

Crawling amongst a town that is simply remnants

Fingers tremble as they brush a stone, longing a bandage

For he can’t go on

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

Images on the projector of black and white

The green light in his eyes radiates across the waters

Old factory, a princess’ smile, the passing of automobiles

It’s a trip on a train as the scenery breaks barriers

Fulfillment f the academy’s duties when the call came

He’s never doing well for his days on infinity

Resting his head on the city’s smoking history

He could paint his name on the dirt beneath him

But the days to fall out would force it away

 

Stain it now

With every color

 

The boy with the name of strength pierces his vision

‘Aiden’, I leave you, there’s no place for men against their words’

The promise smokes in a velvet chair, coughing up tar

‘Break your finger, father, it’s time for a home on the border’

 

Leave behind the signature on tags
Leave your sign

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

A wish to sing the lullaby one last time

To guide them in society’s uprising

For the story to breathe on more pages

For the symphony to play one final chord

 

A ban on my life for acts of pride, those damned acts
Put out a cigarette on his window and a hand a lighter to his son

Vengeance sharpened at the nails but not at his head

The world fades and valor is his guilty pleasure

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

 

My WIP story tentatively titled “Dragmaster” is a story of tragedy, love, life, and death. And this song stems from those exact ideas.

“We’ve Learned To Touch, When Will They Learn To Feel?”

Laissez Faire’s The Lazy Repair

 

(Where’s the party?)

So get it straight- red and blue skid the scene

Boycott riot version pain-is-life point zero

Led by punk rollers by day

By night they’re black-eyed seeds

 

Call me dead-ringer

When I’m really a dread-ringer

20 dollar dreams they want more than rings

Give them the motive, they’ll kill themselves for you

 

You’ve got legs? Use my lady

You’ve got legs? Well, use ‘em baby

I think like the DNA

The DA to rightful thought

 

Truth to lies, past surfaces on eyes

Let it be, let them talk, let it be

The way they need

 

Passport paradise unannounced

Let it be, let it be, let it out

G-get out now

 

(Don’t ever dare)

To correct us all for another penny

You killed the speaker for preaching for love

Lead punk rollers by day

They’re drunk sober by night

 

And I’m not playing

The bad boy is singing

“The poor keep getting poorer, the rich inject the green”

I’ve got a motive, I might just kill for them

 

You’ve got legs? Use my lady

You’ve got legs? Well, use ‘em baby

I think like the DNA

The DA to rightful thought

 

Truth to lies, past surfaces on eyes

Let it be, let them talk, let it be

The way they need

 

Passport paradise unannounced

Let it be, let it be, let it out

G-get out now

 

Dead ringer, dread ringer

Gold ringer

Dead ringer, dread ringer

Gold ringer

Dead ringer, dread ringer

Gold ringer

Dead ringer, dread ringer

Gold ringer

 

Truth to lies, past surfaces on eyes

Let it be, let them talk, let it be

The way they need

 

Passport paradise unannounced

Let it be, let it be, let it out

G-get out now

The Musings on Purgatory’s Bench

The Musings on Purgatory’s Bench

 

All stars, every star

Only rusted colors recall their knowledge

Watchmen sent from above

Golden constellations kept me as I was

 

But not as I am

Not who lives under these eyes

I’m not who I am

Not these sunken, blackened eyes

 

I’m bunkered in a broken chapel

Dwindling among teeth-scratched sadness

But I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel

That twinge of white

Spark against my heart

Innocence whispers

My war is all for you

 

The glowing fort shines

Pleading for my spirit to come into the sun

So orange and free

Clocks break the news and my sickly skin

 

But there’s the lock binding my hands

To undesired devotion

 

But not as I am

Not who lives under these eyes

I’m not who I am

Not these sunken, blackened eyes

 

I’m bunkered in a broken chapel

Dwindling among teeth-scratched sadness

But I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel

That twinge of white

Spark against my heart

Innocence whispers

My war is all for you

 

Whoa; real wars are no such guide

Whoa; vintage bliss is all I need

Whoa; you are my constellation

Whoa; Now I’ll follow the moon toward home

 

I’m bunkered in a broken chapel

Dwindling among teeth-scratched sadness

But I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel

That twinge of white

Spark against my heart

Innocence whispers

My war is all for you

 

 

thisisforhorror’sfuneralday

Little known fact: I love horror films. I mentioned earlier that I enjoy the paranormal but I never really did express my love for the horror genre. I love the scares, the blood, the icons. It’s strange, too. I was introduced to these elements at a very young age, the first horror film I’ve ever seen being the classic “Scream”. To this day I still watch and love the film and its three sequels. I remember when I was younger having a crush on Sidney Prescott, played by Neve Campbell, because she “always kills the killer”. I never really took the movies seriously, of course. I was young, so the ideas of serial killers were not too unlike cartoons on TV. We expose ourselves and our children to violence more than natural things, such as sex.

But now I have noticed that the horror genre is dwindling. Scream 4 actually gave me some hope, but I was disappointed that the film under performed at the box office. I personally enjoy the film (I’m watching it right now, actually), but I understand exactly why it did not become a major success. No one knows what horror really is anymore. A majority of the films Hollywood is spitting out with the genre “horror” smacked on are one of two things: terrible, ridiculous remakes of past films like Halloween and Friday the 13th, or films that are outright dumb as fuck. They lose the scares and replace them with sexual content and overdue to violence to the point of torture. Now, for anyone who has scene Scream 4, the death scenes are full of blood and brutality. But this is practically NOTHING compared to what has been done in recent horror memory.

There are a few elements that work in some horror films. Paranormal Activity brought on a nice, fresh concept and executed it well. But it spawned a litter of bullshit sequels that I somehow own on DVD. I enjoyed the rendition of Freddy Krueger in “A Nightmare On Elm Streets” remake, but the cast was emotionless and stale. This is the major problem: lack of character development. They are always the same, recycled personalities in different teenage bodies.

So this is where I’m going with this post: Where do you guys see the horror genre going? My love for horror is still at a high point, but love and hope are two very different things. My hope is so low it’s drinking brandy with the devil. It’s a bit disappointing to think horror is in shambles, but who couldn’t? Coming from someone who has been enjoying horror films for at least fourteen years, I feel I am able to make this statement without sounding like a stuckup kid. Of course I have other things in life to tend to, but I felt I should bring this up and get an opinion or two on the subject.

WE’LLDANCETOANYTHING//WE’LLDANCETOEVERYTHING

First it was a mere suspicion. I sat on the couch, a computer screen lighting up the other side of the room. She asks, “What concert did you want to go to?” And I tell her. Moments pass, she calls for her wallet. I pretend to be paying more attention to the TV screen.

But I kept it on my mind.

And then there was the investigation. Something did not seem right. Not wrong, but just not how my world usually is. I put pieces together in my head: wallet, computer, questions, concerts, and that TV show Did it actually just happen? I try to forget, but I kept it on my mind.

Then comes the quiet time. I don’t keep my hopes up, I keep that all below the tables. I keep my my real life on the front burner, letting it sizzle on my brain. But, somehow, I still kept it on my mind.

Then there is the truth. It’s not supposed to come out this early, but my brother can’t keep his mouth shut. I suspect he is lying, because it seems so impossible. I suspect he is lying, but I still kept it on my mind.

And then she says it: “We’re going to see Fall Out Boy in July!”

Guys.

I’m going to see Fall Out Boy in July. I know they seem to be a topic that pops up on this blog a lot, but this is a massive event for me. I am going to see some of the most important musical idols I know LIVE. I still cannot believe. I shake as I type this post up. I haven’t smiled like this in so long, but it’s all okay.

Everything’s alright for the first time in seven years.

100 Nosebleeds, Run Electric, Die Innocent, Fake Your Paradise, Unwind… And What Now…?

I feel it is finally safe to make an announcement. After many months of planning this little catastrophe, I finally realize I am devoted to it, although it is going to be a very slow process. It will come together, though, and hopefully by the end of the year or a bit after.

After many months of contemplation, planning, scrapping, giving up on it altogether, and ultimately beginning it, I have started writing a “book” of sorts! Now, I am not with any sort of publisher or anything. But this is still very important to me. I do plan on posting it on various sites after it is finished, but that will not be for a very long while.

The title is indefinite as of now, but my considerations include “Dragmaster”, “The Crown”, and “Peril Street”, although it is unlikely that any of these wil make the final cut. However, the names have all helped to form the final idea for the final product, and I could not be more thrilled with how the story has come so far. I have finished the first two chapters, both filled with character development and a twist already! I am currently nearing the end of the third chapter. I have never felt such an adrenaline and rush when writing until this story came about.

The idea came to me as I thought of the video game “Fallout 3”. The Fallout universe is one affected by nuclear war, the land being completely ruined, the government practically irrelevant. This idea of civilization being completely lost with their government struck a cord in me, and I decided to try to write a short story about it. However, the short story became one of great proportions, and I just knew it had to be a full-length “book” of sorts!

Although it is very early in the writing process, I do want to give a general description of the novel’s basic idea:

Aiden Pryce is a young man without a cause. The world is in shambles, destroyed by a nuclear war triggered by natural resources. Aiden has no home, no friends, and no family. His self-esteem has been tarnished by his past, his father killed in the war, his mother becoming depressed and angry. After leaving a group of morally unjust Roamers, Aiden meets William Phoenix, a man who is a family friend, through complete chance. Aiden is offered a chance to live in a small community in what once was New York City, but it is a place that is just as bitter as the world outside. The only security offered is the walls of the room he sleeps in. And even with a scholar with a longing for the past, a beautiful woman to entice us all, and a face Aiden is not happy to see with him on his little journey, no one is safe from the world outside…

So there you have it. I spilled two character names (Aiden Pryce, William Phoenix) and hinted at other characters that are soon to come in the story. 

Although I am merely trying to have fun with this, I am incorporating some allusions and symbolism throughout. There have already been two instances of foreshadowing, comparisons to dogs, and someone with the initials GWB, whom is supposed to mirror a real-life person. The general themes include not taking life for granted, death, innocence, life, and the will to survive. It is particularly dark, although Aiden’s asshole personality has forced a smile onto my face a few times.

Expect more news on this story soon! I will give updates whenever I can. 🙂

The City’s Electric Tonight

All things come to an end. Love, life, and the universe will all cease to exist at some point in time. And while these three things will fade in millions of years, something else I hold dear is going to cease to exist in 2015: the alternative rock band Anberlin.

It’s been quite a journey with this band. I discovered the band as I read a piece of writing on a site for author’s of all sorts. At the end of the “chapter”, the writer stated the song “Paperthin Hymn” by Anberlin fit the chapter. The title of the song struck a chord in me and I felt impulsed to download it. It sat on my phone’s music library for about a month before I gave it a listen. Since hearing the track, I have come to acquire two albums and download another on iTunes. I have fallen absolutely in love with the band.

And now, one year later, they are disbanding. I’m not in hysterics, as music lives on forever. But knowing that a band I have come to love and respect has been a bit upsetting in my opinion. In my last post I spoke of the song “(*Fin)”‘s effect on me, and that is exactly what this band has done to me. They’ve evoked emotions and changed a lot about myself. Honestly, I did not know what sort of artist I wished to be up until I heard the guitar-riddled sounds of “Feel Good Drag”.

The band is going to release one final album and tour the world for a final time and I have made it a priority to see them. With this being my only chance to see a band that changed me as a person, I feel it is an experience that is vital to my closure with them disbanding.

With that, I obliged to thank them. Anberlin, you have shown me a lot about myself and about the world that I never saw. You made me question things I never thought to question, evoked ideas in my mind for my own lyrical content, and you continue to fuel me with every last lyric sung and every last song played. I am eternally devoted to you as a fan. It is a bittersweet goodbye, but I am not in a purgatory of sadness and anger. I am grateful for what you have done for the past twelve years and all that I have learned in this past year in which I truly was able to understand you. Thank you. (*Fin).