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June 9, 2005 by RazorFeather
In all my travels, I've come across plenty of types of people. The kind that are the best at hurting other people are the ones who make up their own truthes. They are fake people living fake lives. They are jaded by their overactive imaginations or their lying and cheating to get "what's supposed to be comming to them" or to give, "the justice someone deserves." What good is justice when it is dealt by the dreamer? What good is compassion when the compassionate are turned to dust by rumors and s...
June 9, 2005 by RazorFeather
I don't know what to say.
Things get so out of hand anymore.
If I could get out of this, get away,
even when my heart is torn,
I think that I'd do it,
to get away from the madness.

I know that there isn't any innocence,
behind those beautiful eyes,
and I know that it doesn't make any sense,
to hurt so bad that I cry.
It hurts when you say those words,
I doubt you even realize it.

When you can be honest again,
maybe I can get over your past lies.
I know I don't feel your pain,
March 27, 2005 by RazorFeather
I have finally been given a chance to finally reconcile with my past and move onward. I'm excited about the prospects of it.

Life is ok. It's ok. The wings are a little troublesome, but things are ok. I bought a new belt yesterday. It's long enough for me to completely pull them in, and hold them in place. That way, I can actually wear a normal t-shirt.

Please, God, Give me the strength to push on when I could not, and let me stand up against the torrent of stone that flows from the mouths...
March 2, 2005 by RazorFeather
Back before I changed, back when I was a "normal" person, I used to go to a movie and sit where I wanted to. I'd go with friends, see a flick, and then leave and go home. Maybe grab some popcorn, a pop if I had spare cash, and enjoy the movie. Once we even went theatre hopping, and saw 3 movies.

Now if I want to see a movie for some strange reason in the theatre, I have to sit in the back row. Not because I'm forced to, or because I want to, but simply it's because no-one can see you. You ca...
December 18, 2004 by RazorFeather
Force me to care.

Force me to cry, force me to do all the things I hate to do.

Push me over the ledge into the bottomless pit below, and then stand back and laugh.

Push your agendas on me, push me over the edge to insanity.

DO IT! All it takes is one more snide comment, one more hypocritical word. All it takes is one more tiny bit of hate, another one of your lies. Come on, it won't hurt you to cast me aside just like you've cast aside so many other fools. Just like me. I'm no differ...
August 6, 2004 by RazorFeather
Another story of mine about me! Woo hoo! Buckle your seat-belts, and please keep all limbs inside the vehicle at all times. If you feel you need to go to the restroom at anytime, please get up from your computer and find the nearest john. Thank you and enjoy the ride!

Normal relationships? Hah, that’s a good one. I don’t have normal relationships. I used to, back when I was in highschool. Have normal relationships, that is. Seems that wings kinda screw that up. I move around a lot. So, stay...
August 4, 2004 by RazorFeather
Being me is hard sometimes. I’ll relate a story, so you get the picture.

It’s one of my better days. I walk into a small McDonalds late at night to get some grub. It was fairly warm outside, so I guessed I’d get my food on the fly. I walk up to the counter and ask for a Big Mac meal. Not too hard, right? Well, apparently some new kid had gotten shifted off onto a late shift, and they couldn’t find the stinking button for the Big Mac Meal. It can’t be that hard, I mean really, Big Macs are p...
August 2, 2004 by RazorFeather
Different. Hmm, now that’s the word I’d use to describe myself. Not because I wear all black clothing. Not because I can’t play basketball well. Different in a sense that I’m not like everyone else, in a way that is “more” different than other different things out there. I don’t bend in a million different directions. I can’t sing well. I don’t have a “role model.” For the most part, I’m a normal guy. The problem is, sometimes when you’re different, you’re hard to accept.
I guess some people ...
August 1, 2004 by RazorFeather
JoeUser.... I've heard about this blog site from a friend, so I figured that I'd give it a try. I've never done a blog site before, so I'm hoping for a good experience here. Take a look around, I guess, I'll be posting on and off, so hopefully I'll have new things on here every once and a while.

On Angel's Wings