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FNF
Pupzki
xxx

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comments would be great

pups

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im alive in some weird way. workin 43hr weeks in mindnumbing jobs so hopefully going to think up new ideas for Pieces.

im still writing notes for the piece i came up with a few months ago, sooner or later i'll actually write the dam thing. i keep changing the perspective so its been encircling itself for a long time. part of me still doesnt know which angle to make a stab at it from so i guess that will come with time..

I guess i'll end it here for now. mar uses my laptop alot more than me now since hers broke so im not on very often anymore so hopefully absense will use this black cloud thats handing over me to pour forth some vile tales.

Until then.

7 deadly sins and 13 seconds, ..all the perfumes of arabia could not sweeten this little hand...

sayonara

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as i write this i am on the brink of crashing. my mind and body feel in pieces and my soul is screaming. Since friday my MD has been playing up badly... ive barely eaten more than twice and slept for maybe 7 or 8 hours since friday i feel on the brink of madness. i wonder what the point in life is and i feel the lust to make myself bleed over and over until this loathing subsides. the longer i try to shrug off the impeding crash the more my head starts pounding and blood pours from my nose. gah, i guess i just cant control it like i used to.

hopefully this dark cloud will lift later tonight... my lady returns from her trip home... she seems to soothe this void somehow.. one of these days i'll work out how she cures my insomnia by just being there..

i miss her badly

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one of my best mates called me last week at 4am to gibber at me and tell me he didnt know where he was....he eventually found a police station so i went to get him.. and after a 25 minute "ECSTACY IS BAD! DID YOU GIVE HIM DRUGS?!?!?" rant from the shortest policeman ive ever seen they finally called him an ambulance and i spent 2 and a half hours sitting in a hospital waiting on him just to find out it was a panic attack. GAH..

why is it the shorter the policeman the worse their temper? i have long hair, i have a beard and I DONT SELL OR USE DRUGS but no. the fact i was up and on call FOR ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS at 4am means i could have been taking drugs. wow. i love your logic. i guess no criminals are going to escape from your veil of suspecting everyone....

I have also grown to hate ITV nighttime. when your stuck in a hospital waiting room and all you can hear is the SAME 12-second tune for a whole fucking hour it drives you mad.. i can see why the staff hide behind bullet proof plastic with tvs on. noone could fucking cope with watching the same flick round screen about the SAME fucking character from the cunting bill. they cant even do different ones. its the ONE character...

Anyway... thats my rant over.. i'll get back to writing new work soon.

Got a few job apps sent off so hopefully that will be good. also got my download weekend ticket. even if the lineup looks weird its still an excuse to drink and smoke in a field so thats all that matters to me.

incidently the new Wednesday 13 album comes out tomorow but ive got it already as someone who got it on preorder seems to have bought it and sold it before the release date. its worth a listen,. alot more like rob zombie than his previous albums.


More Soon

BJR

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still recovering from the ale festival. FAR too much booze but it was a laugh. hopefully my lady will forgive me for passing out over most of the bed and generally being all the things that the highly intoxicated are...

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Also discovered that pizza hut have brought back pepperoni stuffed crust so my world feels that much more complete...

Yes i Know. but one day something will make sense.

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hopefully i'll find another idea soon.

BJR

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bjr

]]> ~Jagerpuppy http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/16266138/ http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/16266138/ Sat, 05 Jan 2008 06:41:25 PST I used to think I understood what purity was… then I met her.

She was not like others I had met today. Her long blonde hair and highly expensive clothes. Her mobile snapping just as often as the gum in her mouth. She shouts down the phone that she doesn’t care how much it costs. She wants it. Usually this form of creature would revolt me but on this day I feel intrigued. I move through the crowd closer to her so I can hear what is being said clearer. The final line of “fuck you dad I need it” made me realise that this is evidence of the world we now live in. Where is the purity? When did people stop caring about the maintenance of innocence and cleanliness? When did these people head the beckoning call down this road of disgust and filth?

I can still see her now. Standing next to me, eyes shimmering in the neon glow as the distant rumble tingled through her feet. I can still smell her sweet perfume as the wind continues to whip up and swirl around her. As I examine her with a 3 second glance I notice the little things, her long blonde hair is full of extensions, her fingernails are long and meticulously painted sky blue, the layers of makeup in attempt to cover up her natural self… Does she care who or what touches her as long as it keeps her popular? Does she think about her actions before she commits her body? Does she scrub to keep herself clean from the sin?.. or does she just cover the blemishes with another layer of falsehood? Where has her purity gone?

I will give her good grace on the road to rediscovery of her long lost purity. I will grant her the attention she is so badly lacking in her quiet nights. I will give her the power to BE helped. I will make her understand the principles and benefits of purity. I will make her realise how fickle everything she believes in has become. I will make her respect HERSELF and others around her. I will make her see the error of her ways and how little she cares for the most important principles in life. She will be my swan song. I will dive my hands deep into the realms of her self-centred and blunt existence and pull this cancer out of her by the very core.

I turn to face her now and I can see she is also examining me. Maybe she’s going to shout at me to go away. Maybe she is searching for a new mate. Maybe shes trying to assess if I would rape her in a dark alleyway before slitting her ear to ear… maybe I would in another life. when I was someone completely different, but right now I throw my head back in laughter and step forward.

The train hit me at a very high speed and my blood sprayed in a divine arc all over her. In the split second between my blood touching her skin and realisation, her face went from anger to shock to what I can only describe as crippling fear. She fell to her knees and was shaking violently, her mouth quivered and, despite the screams from people around her, I doubt she could hear anything right now. I have given the ultimate sacrifice to baptise her in my pure blood. to take her tainted soul into realisation, to give her another chance to regain her own purity.

May she be both cursed and blessed.

]]> ~Jagerpuppy http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/16215023/ http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/16215023/ Tue, 01 Jan 2008 21:42:28 PST


I lie on the bed with my eyes closed. Enveloped in the comforting darkness. Whether I am still dreaming im not sure. I still feel her presence near me. Her cold gentle hands around me as I lie on this wooden slab. Her sweet warm breath on my neck as she sleeps so peacefully. Her loving heart that beats for me alone.



Thunder rolls outside and I wearily sit up on the bed. As good as rest will do me, I don't think there is much point anymore. I long to be back in her arms and away from the madness that seems to have followed me like a shadow everywhere I go. I glance around my dank chamber and note that the other bed in the room is, for the first time, occupied. I cannot see much but I can see their bare silhouette.



A match flares in the corner and I watch, intrigued upon having another join me in this time of remembrance, as he lights a cigarette and drops the match dead to the floor. My sweet shadows return, only now hampered by the faint orange glow from the figure smoking in the corner. Outside the large cast iron bell chimes the hour… midnight. The longest hour.



I watch in quiet awe as the light dances in the darkness. Glowing brighter than any star for moments before seemingly launching itself a foot or so away and dying gently.. almost like a firefly in its last days…only…



Maniacal laughter now fills my ears. Its source I cannot pinpoint but I know it is nearby. Outside maybe.. The echo bounces off the walls and my hands move to cover my ears. a single loud crack silences it as quickly as it began. The only sound to return is the sound of the rain.



The "firefly" across the room dances one final time, appearing even more majestic than ever as its light dies.. never to be rekindled. A soft voice follows this tragedy.



"Eventually they will find a cure for the human condition, until then we are the damned."



A faint laugh seems to follow. I close my eyes once again. The rain beating down outside feels as if it is drumming on my very soul. The sound of another match sparking flickers my eyes open. I turn and manage to catch a second-long glimpse of my companion. He looks about 30, scaring over one of his eyes.



"you talk about her in your sleep.. she must have meant the world to you.."



I close my eyes tightly to try to ignore him and his fireflies. what business is my life to him. Another fucking judge of circumstance armed with a subconscious jury of contempt.



"Childhood sweethearts.." he seems to pass a laugh "..you don't see that often these days"



I sit up and glare as best I can through the gloom to see him. Useless I know but Im willing him to stop talking. That same amber fairy, dancing to and from his mouth, with that sweet sweet poison.



"I know it seems pointless now, but humour an old man. What happened?"



I decide to give in to this pathetic wreck of a man. What would it matter in a few hours?



I recant the story of how we met, how I used to tease my love at school. How I used to dream about seeing her every single day. how we used to hunt together. How I used to soak my hands in the blood of animals id killed and run my fingers over her pale skin, making her look like a tribal princess… I told of how we came to start courting, of how we knew we were destined to be. Of how much she loved it when I would wrap my arms around her on those bitterly cold winter nights. Of the days when all that mattered was each other.



"She sounds quite a women, where is she now?"



I don't know if he was being sarcastic. He didn't sound it but he must have been able to tell by now.. My love was no longer a part of my existence despite how my dreams were still haunted by her.



He seemed to pick up on the silence…



"..Im sorry.. "



I lie back of the bed and close my eyes. His presence seems comforting of sort.



She means the world to me still…



"do you want me to leave you to your dreams?"



I smile and feel complied to thank him. he can do no more good for me. The memories in my mind now are those of beauty, love and affection that only two people can share.



The metallic clunk as the door opens followed by the rattle of closing. I close my eyes and t... ]]> ~Jagerpuppy http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/16171602/ http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/16171602/ Sun, 30 Dec 2007 18:54:21 PST
i write pieces that either start great and then i cant finsih or i get 2 pages down and then i just cant twist it how i want to. i have 9 and i do mean NINE pieces of half finished work.

on the plus side i have justn discovered "teardrop" so once i listen to that a few thousand times i'll be writing again in no time.

there WILL be something up soon.

BJR

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i'll prob update over the next 48 hours as i feel the desire to write tonight. if i get something good i'll post it up.

if anyone feels like leaving me suggestions on work then leave them in the comments bit i'll see what i can work from them.

BJR

]]> ~Jagerpuppy http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/15505349/ http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/15505349/ Wed, 14 Nov 2007 10:20:37 PST Fuck You Office Assistant
Fuck you Word
Im going to use Notebook from now on
FUCK YOU.

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hopefully someone somewhere will understand.

BJR

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If you take someone from the street and place them in a situation of potential death the majority will bubble with anger or emotion about how they haven’t lived their life yet. It doesn’t matter how young or old the subject is, it’s the principals of survival. You could release them only for them to die the next day from an accident, tomorrow is never guaranteed yet so many assume it is. So many live the “I’ll suffer this for a few years then I’ll go enjoy myself” and spend their lives locked in a casket of their own creation. People don’t live for the moment because of how image conscious they have become. They must worship their idols, pray to a god they don’t really believe in and pretend they are happy amidst the mindless tedium that is their day to day lives.

I watched this for countless years. No-one is happy without poisons, be it alcohol, nicotine, caffeine or another of the senseless “oh we need it all the time” drugs that the modern world supplies in vast quantities. Everything revolves around what they claim is important, this is beyond simple addiction, this “vital” spark that every soul seems to need and care for in this modern world is in the form of small bits of paper. Its no longer about are my family alright? My friends? No… this modern day ideal is “am I alright?” and usually the answer is no. so they take it out on everyone else.

When the final days of this world come.. Will the streets run with blood of the weak? Will these money-obsessed souls be begging the church for pardons with all the money they can muster? Well.. maybe not all the money, its an almost certainty that this new brand of humanity will keep a wad in their pocket for use after they have been pardoned to bribe some other poor soul.

Maybe I’m just living in the wrong era… I remember when there was good in the world. It seems to have all but vanished from my sight these last 9 months. I feel my body growing weaker by the day. I feel the festering malignant cysts growing more and more with each day and I know I have barely a few days left.

I just hope the next world is as peaceful and pain free as they have promised me all these years. This is my farewell. with this I make my peace with the world and let whatever god is up there take me to the light.

]]> ~Jagerpuppy http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/15453486/ http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/15453486/ Sat, 10 Nov 2007 18:43:03 PST I closed my eyes and felt their razors dig into my flesh. I felt the blood run down my fingers as punishment for not having each and every perfection like them.
I wasn’t loved but they talked to me, I wasn’t excluded, the same giggling fits, the same “oh you must love him, he’s incredible”. I never saw the attraction but I felt that’s because I wasn’t like them. I couldn’t let them see it. I spent nights trying to find something I liked with it. I lost sleep in panic. Eventually I just lied and they giggled more and I became part of the tight-knit group. Everyone knew who I was and who I was close to. Everything felt like perfection while I was with them.
At night I would lie awake with the worry that I would slip up and they would discover me for my true self. Their sharp razors of eyes would stare at me intensely yet I would say nothing or tell them lies about what I did, who I did and what I did when I get home at nights. The blades got sharper, my cuts got deeper and my soul got blacker. Every day I would slice deep into my flesh for every time I lied to my friends. Every day I would shred myself for the superficial feeling that surrounded me for what I pretended to be. I was nothing like them but I so badly wanted to be.
Now I sit quietly on my own running my fingers along the array of scars I carry on my arms and legs. I just wanted to be like them. I just wanted to be liked. I didn’t want to hurt her.. I didn’t mean to cut her… I just couldn’t let her tell everyone else… I just couldn’t. it would have been my end. My life has been a lie for so long that a spoilt blonde haired bitch is not going to tell anyone about my scars. About my pain. About the real me. I have sacrificed too much to let her. Her blood is soaked deep into my carpet. Her body lies in pieces on my floor. No-one is going to take this life away from me. No-one…

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i know usually it can be things im not totally happy with but with these pieces its been everything bit that small piece that makes each one of my writings meaningful that i feel is lacking in the stories i tried to write.

my head is kinda fucked up right now. think im driving everyone i know mad with my lack of direction inside and outside the literary world..

next week i return to peace and solitute so i might be able to write then when i dont have these bloody sirens that speed past my flat anymore...

until then keep checking here

BJR

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I lean in and pour more syrup between her legs and he hungrily laps it up. Already I can feel myself growing turned on watching this fine display. i take the rope out of bag move to tie her hands together, her body is so soft I wish I was him. I take her right arm and tie a few basic knots around her wrist. Her skin is so cold in the moonlight but so soft to the touch. I wish she was mine but tonight she is his and his alone. I am only here to help and film. I take hold of her other arm and begin tying her left wrist to her right. Her head falls back in desire, sending her curls cascading down her sweet back. I run my hand through her hair. Such a fine girl. I realise now that he is standing next to me, I look at him sheepishly and apologise. He says nothing. I wish he would talk when we were filming but I think he has fears of his voice on camera.

I lift her up and turn her over, her long blonde hair barely covers the sweet curves of her hips and I find myself self holding her with her face dangerously close to my crotch. Again I feel his gaze and I jerk with shock. I beg with him that I am sorry and he still just glares angrily at me. Why does he treat me like this? I do everything for him!?

We find a small stone and the girl kneels over it. Her legs open awaiting his entrance.
He walks around her a few times before he comes up behind her. Once more his tongue enters her. I make sure to zoom in with the camera at this point. I know how much he loves this part. She drips from his saliva as he mounts her and begins fucking her. I record from all angles I can, behind him, infront of her, side on, underneath. Its all on my camera.

He doesn’t take long to finish and he climbs off of her. I untie her while he lies down to recover. I drag her back to the hole and dump her back in. I throw her clothes on top of her and shut the lid of her coffin. It takes me 5 minutes to recover the grave and gather my things together. He looks at me and I can tell hes happy. We begin walking down the hill together, hes always so full of life after sex, I just wish he would accept me more often. Suddenly I feel a light shining on me.
“what are you doing in a graveyard at this time of night Miss?”
I look down at him and then back at the cop
“nothing officer, just walking my dog.”

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BJR

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The Sniper sat in his room. His target had just arrived from Mexico. The payment was to be transferred into his account within the next 2 hours. This man would be dead before dawn tomorrow. He inspected and oiled his rifle and slid his silencer into place. He loaded a five-round cartridge into the weapon, although he preferred the ease and accuracy of his bolt-action rifle he had been informed by his employer that target was extremely jittery and if for any reason he missed with his first shot he wouldn’t be able to reload and fire before the target bolted. His distain at the employer for even suggesting, with his previous experience, that he’d miss a target from 200ft away had caused the cost to the employer to rise by several thousand more to hire him but he didn’t care anymore. He was on a job and he had been paid to kill. He checked his sights and then closed his eyes, awaiting news of the target from his crows nest.

Three hours had past since dawn now and Kasper was getting restless. He looked across the room at the painting of Virgin Mary, and the cross she stood next to. His tired mind returned to his task. He wondered how much longer it would be until his phone rang and he could leave this dank hotel room. Today was of the highest importance and come Hell or High-water he wanted this over with. He contemplated the ease of the back door escape but who would be watching the front door? And if he were to walk past these pathetic guards with his suitcase then would they notice him? Would they detain him? Arrest him? No. this day was of too high importance to be taken into custody. He must finish what he came here to do. His phone buzzed angrily and he offered a silent prayer. Unfortunately it was not the response he wanted. “Another few hours?!?” he growled angrily. The voice on the other end of the phone told him there was nothing they could do. Kasper resisted the urge to curse in the presence of a likeness to the Virgin Mary. He hung up the phone and packed everything up. He was going to do what he came here for. Whether they wanted him to, or not.

After 10 minutes of contemplation, Kasper chose to take the back door. It was simpler when he thought about it. Those tubby guards out the front didn’t seem to even consider it an option. Kasper made his way through the twisting narrow side streets until he came to his destination. He put his suitcase gently down on the grass before kneeling down next to it and beginning to unpack.

“Target Sighted. Do I Take the shot?” the static on the other end of the radio told him he’d have to wait a few more seconds before he could pull the trigger and be rewarded with the beautiful red mist that all those in his trade grew to appreciate with every mission. As if it were a stamp of excellence, a personal statement of a job well done. Eventually the static cleared and the voice told him he could fire. The sniper slid down to prone, his eye re-met the scope and he carefully lined up the shot. That was the code of any good Sniper. One shot, One Kill. His gloved finger slid around the trigger and the gently squeezed.

Kasper was running now. Someone was after him. Police maybe? His suitcase had been left long behind. His precious, precious, things were still lying on the grass and some dam cop wanted to play sheriff. He hoped no-one would find his case before he could return to collect it later that day. He dodged through the endless side-streets for almost an hour before eventually finding the back of the hotel. He dove through the back door and up the stairs he sprinted along the dimly lit corridor ‘til he reached his room. The door was still open and he bolted it behind him before turning to notice that inside his bathroom stood a rather large, pretty angry looking police detective.

“Seems like we flushed out that sniper we’ve been so worried about”
Kasper said nothing; He stared at the cold metal table in the middle of the interview room. He felt disgusted that he, a hero in... ]]> ~Jagerpuppy http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/15246791/ http://Jagerpuppy.deviantart.com/journal/15246791/ Sat, 27 Oct 2007 17:12:53 PDT
I remember cleaning, scrubing over and over again to get the crimson from my hands. no matter how many times I washed. No matter how hard I scrubbed I couldn’t get all of it off my hands..

When it comes down to it… We are all just bags of liquid with spongy tissue and bone framework, It is surprisingly how much blood can pour from a deep wound but I have witnessed it with my own eyes…

The glint of the light off the polished surface of the cold blade as it dove into warm flesh. The warm damp sensation on my hands as the blood pours from the newly made slit. The tightening of near muscles and the spasms that ran through the body. It was electricity in its finest. Yet even after I was done I still felt the blood on my hands. That warm sensation that never leaves you. The more I came into contact with this demon. The more the crimson was thick on my hands… the more I needed to scrub. The more I needed to clean. Yet I can still see the blood,

At first I thought it was the adrenaline of the situation that had brought about my nauseous delusions and that it was something I would grow to accept with time.
It has been a year now since I first took up the blade and felt the crimson spill onto my gloved hands. And with each passing day I feel more and more desperate to escape.

My hands tremble incessantly and I have tried to obtain psychiatric help but it is difficult to speak of the horrors I have seen and been part of.

This is my final act and I hope you understand my resignation

Steve Ramerez.
Surgeon.

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BJR

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I watched her for months, Her sweet body would walk past me and id breathe in her scent and it made me smile. Her long blonde hair was angelic and her deep blue eyes penetrated the soul of even the strongest of men. Her tiny figure with its perfect hips and gorgeous curves made me drool with reproductive lust as any true male of my species would. She was a perfect specimen, Pity her time has come.

I followed her in the weeks leading up to her Death. Shed just quit her job and was spending a lot of her time at home with her family. They treated her like she was a princess. Every wish was satisfied, every dream fulfilled. I watched her smile and it made me feel that deep warmth in my soul. her final days have came.

I knock on her door and her mother answers. she leads me in and tells me how pleased she is I came. she asks how long I have known her daughter. I give brief answers and she seems satisfied. she tells me my new love is upstairs and leaves for the kitchen. I walk up the stairs slowly. My feet feel like lead on each and every step. When I reach the top i walk through the door and find her lying there awaiting me. Her eyes are closed and she looks so at peace. My bag rattles as I drop it beside the bed and sit down. Her skin is so pale. She is beauty itself. I run my fingers along her fringe before sliding my hand down to her neck. Her time has come.

I walk down the stairs and see myself out of her house and try to return to my everyday lifestyle. I think about her body being transported from her house to the morgue. I think about the family and friends sobbing their hearts out over her cold body and I find myself laughing softly to myself. Another angel joins the afterlife.

“Are you ok? You were closer to this one than usual…?”
I smile at the nurse and tell her the day when doctors like me do not have to inform people how long they have left to live will be the day I feel better.
and with that I return to my patients.

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