Damn that scanner just works like a $200 an hour hooker. Fast and good. That there Domino picture was scanned on my new scanner. I spent the better part of Sunday, downloading images of my computer on to my zipdrive (my talsiman). I wear around my neck for safety. You never know when you might need a semi-nude picture of She-Hulk to get you out of a bind. So I decided that it would be best to keep it with me at all times so that I have access to the archives of my comic hotties. You really just never know, do you?

So I spent most of yesterday, scanning some images that I plan to use in the future to punctuate the otherwise mysterious writings that I like to post. I've got more in store, so hopefully you all don't get tired of my comic book posts. Cuz damn I'm on a roll with them. I got a bug in my brain and it's Blue Bettle. Haha. Let's see, Mr. Darker probably knows who that is, as well as Miss NightBug and maybe Mr. Big (Shane). Dude I think I got your internet handle now, Mr. Big. Reminds me of the Kingpin. And Micheal Clark Duncan proved that a black man makes a helluva Kingpin.

Well, I'm gonna take off people, the roads aren't getting any better with this weather we've had lately. Take care people and see ya tommarrow.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Now that's what I'm talkin' about!

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

There is something bothering me and I really don't know what it is. It just seems like an overall uneasy feeling about the things that I see and read. Mankind is heading down very steep slope and it seems as if no one is pulling a Fred Flinstone stop. We just keep going and going and no one really cares where we are headed. Sometimes it seems as though I'm just sparked by something that I read here in blogstream. Or maybe it's something as small as a asine law that denies people their rights. There is war. There is an apalling amount of crime. People hate and kill each other. There is bigotry for no damn reason. All this just sit a ferments in my head and I can't get this shit out no matter how many times I write a post about it. And then everyone tells me that you just have to be more positive and look at the good things people do for others. And I just don't get it. Where are we headed? I mean were we just put on this earth to destroy it and ourselves? What ever is, if there is, the reason that we can't just get along and respect each other and the earth and have a little harmony? You got people calling each other names (kinda like back in grade school, it's just the words get bigger, but the meaning is still juvinile) because of the damn political party that they support. And what's the point? I mean if you can't understand and respect someone's opinion and beliefs then has man evolved at all? I mean you can see the path of destruction that man leaves behind them, everywhere they go. No wonder no aline lifeform has set foot on the planet. To them it's like us watching dogs fight over a bone. And what is the bone that we are fighting over? Or do we even remember? I can't remember the last time someone's death benefited anyone. And yet we can't stop killing each other for something that we can't even grasp. Ok, well I'm sure the world was a better place when Hitler died, but the point isn't to discuss the validiaty of war. There just seems to be so many people out there with their hands open for the next thing and they don't care who they have to step on to get. Who they have to hurt. It doen's matter to them. And everyday the few and decent people become smaller and smaller, till there will be none. And then what will be left for my children to raise their families? I've said these things over and over and you all more than likely get tired of hearing them. And so I'd assume at this point in the post that everyone has already hit the back button and shook their heads in disgust at someone that can't get over it. I'm mean I'm driving home from work Friday night and some dumbass, in the ice and snow that we got all day Friday, just stops, right there on a damn overpass exit to the next interstate, with no place for me to move, if I slide. I was far enough back from him, to not cause an accident. But I mean damn, what the hell is wrong with people. They are so busy on their cell phones and palm readers (the little computer dealies that you can carry around) that they don't even know where the hell they are going. It starts from the small things and work it's way up to big things. I watched "The Stand" over a few different nights last week and I thought this is what road man is at. But the interesting point that the movie made to me, which I'm sure wasn't Mr. King's ultimate point. The surviors started to rebuild and get the human race, one man asked what prevented man from starting down the same path again? All it would take is one man wanting to use one nuclear missle and we would be right back where we started. Would you think that somewhere in man's history that we would have learned from the mistakes of the past? I guess we will just have to wait and see and hope that somewhere down the road mankind will make a turn for the better.

Will you or me be the one to make that turn?

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

There was a low throbbing feeling in her legs. An almost tingling like sitting on your legs for too long. And the blood burts forth down your legs spreading out where there was no blood before. And the sensation of it's movement leave a passing numbness in your leg. That's how it felt, although the restraints were really not that tight for that to be the case. She glanced down at her hand again, blankly staring at the now absent finger. By now the blood had soaked into the dressing and had turned a redish brown, like mud mixed with blood. She took a breath, deeply. And let it out slowly. She knew what she had to do, if she were to escape with her life from this perdicament. But saying is much different than doing.

She started to pull up her hand with her shoulder, trying to free her hand from the leather restraint. The harder she pulled the more pain she felt it her muscles. Her body's thought of using it's muscles after having been in such a restarined postion for so long, made it sick. She tried to ignore the pain and kept pulling against the restraint. As her hand got closer to the retraint she realized she would have to pull her hand through. Her wounded hand. As she pulled she could feel the anticipated pain. Of course pulling through a restraint much smaller than her hand, she had to fist her hand. Smashing her stub of a finger inside the fist. The tighter she squeezed it to get it through the strap, she could feel a warm liqiud inside her hand. But it wasn't enough, she had to try and tighten in more and pull harder to get her hand through. Blood oozed out from in between her fingers, running down and around her fist. The warm fresh blood acted as a natural lubricant, helping her fist slip through the strap. As she pulled she could feel the headway she was gaining. Finally she pulled free, and the resitance jerked her arm out, slinging the blood off her hand into the air. There was a small pool that had collected there on the slab that she was restrained to.

She held her hand upright for a bit, trying to let the feeling back in her arm and hand, watching the blood run down her arm. She watched the scarlet colored liquid, stared until her eyes blurred. Quickly her eyes readjusted as she looked away and focused on something else. Finally she laid her arm back down on the slab next to her, letting the muscles relax for a bit. She breathed in deeply again. In a abstract subconcious move, she pulled up slightly on her right arm, against the restraint.

She layed there still for a minute on the slab. Her thoughts wondering to other times and places. Wondering off to a world where she was happy and safe. Dreams and visions of times past, memories. Anything to escape the terrible feelings that dwelled within her flesh. There were times that the dismal postion that she was in, left a sick, twisted feeling in her stomach. But she knew she had to get past that and focus on the present if she were to escape from her captor.

She tried to reach over her chest with her left and see if she could undo the strap on her right hand. But being unable to find any buckles or other means to undo the strap, she knew she would have to squeeze it out as she did the other one. So reaching over herself once again, she balled her left hand into a fist, sqeezing tightly on her wounded finger, pushing the blood out of her finger, onto her hand. It dripped out slowly at first, as when your draining the last bit of fat from hamburger. As she tightened her fist the blood started to flow more, till it was almost a steady stream. Her hand began to shake and she felt a weak feeling in her arm to the point that she couldn't hold it up anymore. She dropped in down, slug across her chest. She tried to wiggle her right arm in an atempt to pull if free from the restraint. But a dizzyness fell over her and she stopped to regain her strength.

It seemed so hopeless. She felt warm tears welling up in her eyes. A soft sob escaped her trembling lips. The hot tears ran down her cheeks, and down her neck, soaking into her shirt. She tried so hard and her body could not bear the strain. She tried one more time and took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Reaching up with her left hand she wiped the tears as best she could and once again started to pull with her right arm. She could slowly feel her hand pulling through the strap, the blood washing around her hand, moistening it and helping it slide through. She gave it once last tug and it pulled past the restraint and it was freed.

In a dark corner, out of her sight and most certaintly out of her mind, someone watched. All her consentration was on the work at hand, leaving her to completly forget about her captor. He sat there like a coyote watching an injured rabbit. Knowing that the prey could not escape, but leaving it to think that it had a chance. And then leaping upon it just as it thought it was safe. He smiled a toothy grin, crusted blood still between his teeth and on his gums. Knowing that the best tool against his prey was fear. Fear would keep her in dispair. Her twirled a knife there on the table silently, watching her. Imagine what she would feel like, taste like. Imagining her body, laying next to him, hot and sweaty. Her fear resonating off and filling him with the fuel to do what he had to do. Her soft skin. Her hair. All the things that he had never felt from another woman. She would be his and his alone. Her would own her. Her mind. Her body. All his, to do what he wanted. She was his.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Sorry people I forgot to say that the picture in my last post was Miss Terri. Sorry for the confusion. Thank you again.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn