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Check out my “Photos” page on my tumblr main page! Just added some incredible pictures! The majority of them are of my amazing children... aka guns haha.
It’s coming! T-Minus 3 and a half hours.
To get to know a little more about me, here you go... I love guns! Unfortunately, none of these guns belong to me. Mainly because the amount I make in one month is a fair representation of what each of these weapons cost. They are beautiful works of art and a blast (pun intended) to shoot.
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Forgiveness (Circa 2008)
I am engulfed in a sorrow that drags me in the wrong direction; faster than quicksand subduing its captives. I am followed by my sins down dark alleys and abandoned sidestreets. I am told by an I am engulfed in a sorrow that drags me in the wrong direction; faster than quicksand subduing its captive. I am followed by my sins down dark alleys and abandoned sidestreets. I am told by an inconspicuous outline that I will not move on - Ever - unless I can FORGIVE. I am someone to a crowd. I am no one to the world.zzz outline that I will not move on - Ever - unless I can FORGIVE. I am someone to a crowd. I am no one to the world.
Lights (Circa 2008)
Out of my peripheral there is change. Colors freeze in signal, the pedal exerts downward - lights strobe behind, blindfolds. Screeches and wails, and it floors to a repetition.
Like a silent horror film, but just as threatening. I slow and pull across the yellow line that outlines distance of intersections. Headlights pulsating in the lens of my eyes, the searchlight catches, convicted.
A figure approaches and taps on the window, shades fogged at arrival, wet with impatience and law-bidden intent, he covers his shadowed face and asks,
“Sir, do you realize you ran that light?”
In the multitude of my anxieties within me, Your comforts delight my soul.
Psalm 94:19 (via littlethingsaboutgod)
Speaks volumes!
Blind Senses (Circa 2008)
My head plays freeze tag with the pillow as the faint outline of a voice lures me away from reality. There is no sense of direction and my hands grab at nothing. The voice, now barely audible, fills my ears with blatant murmurs - A code that was not meant to be broken. I inhale, nearly suffocating from cheap perfume as I clutch at my face - wrinkled velvet cold like metal, perspiration layering my face despite and I cringe as light seeps through eyelids bringing me back to the surface of my thoughts
Moving in... bare with me
Hey ya’ll (yes I’m from the South). I’m getting used to the new digs and since I’m obsessed with finding the best theme, the style of my blog may change from time to time until I find THE theme (don’t you judge me!). Also, I plan on creating a custom header image along with getting a better avatar/profile image so before you know it my blog will have a makeover for the better. Well I hope for the better. I guess that’s technically up to everyone’s interpretation of “for the better”...
Anyways, In the meantime I do plan on still posting, although maybe not as often as the plan would normally be.
Thanks for your patience! Ya’ll are by far the best (of course as I am writing this I don’t yet have any followers, so the “ya’ll” I suppose applies to the future followers then)!!
Ephesians 2:10
“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.”
Everything is up for interpretations, but I strongly believe that this is saying that each person is created by Him and so are perfect in their own ways. Everyone is made for a purpose and we should be proud of who we are. I’m strongly against bullying and I feel this verse ties in with that. Growing up, and even in older ages, people can have low self-esteem. Bullies find any weaknesses in people to exploit for their own pleasure at the expense of others so this only makes matters worse because bullies will make you feel hideous and worthless. But that is impossible since you were created by God himself. Therefore, you are perfect, as he himself is perfect. Everyone needs to know that they ARE BEAUTIFUL!
In Retrospect (Circa 2008)
Your eyelashes strain under the weight of salty sodden pearls that accumulate at the tips, stretching emotions thin before splashing over the serrated blade that slices through stories of precedent recollections. Your eyes, stern as metal ball bearings are only a reflection, dissolving every second that your lavender face blends in with the grainy backdrop of elapsed epoch. Our fingertips are the only connection left; flickers of conversations drain down life lines to the tips before overcome by exhaustion.
This is a photo I had taken a few years ago as part of a photo shoot I did of my friend’s dog, Radar, at the beach. The picture is a bit out of focus but over all I am happy with how it turned out. There’s really no background story to the picture. It actually wasn’t even planned… I had tossed the ball up and started taking pictures.
Like most photo shoots, there are countless amounts of the same photo… some crappier than others.
No filters were added in the making of this masterpiece.
Halo 2: The Covenant Wars [Chapter 1](Circa 2003)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm going to copy the work verbatim from when it was originally written so there are some spelling and grammatical errors. I wanted to capture the authentic writing style of my thirteen-year-old self haha.
The four pelican dropships flew over the vast Alaskan landscape due directly north. The Master Chief was securely fastened to the seat closes to the drop exit door. "Ok Marines lets lock and load. ETA in 5 minutes," said the pilot over the com channel. The Master Chief took his new MA7B assault rifle with a 5x magnification scope and loaded it. The he took our his M6D pistol, loaded it, cocked it, and slid it in place in his holstered. He was fully loaded with frag grenades and ammo and was ready to kick some ass.
"ETA in 1 minute," announced the pilot. The Master Chief looked around him and saw the determination on all the Marines and smiled, he wasn't the only one eager for a fight with the Covenant. There was a soft thud as the Pelican dropship landed lightly on the snow covered surface.
"Let's hit it Marines!" Shouted Cortana as the dropship's exit doors flung open letting a cold arctic wind sweep through the holding bay of the dropship. In the distance the Master Chief spotted dozens of Covenant figures. There were at least 10 jackals armed with plasma pistols, 20 grunts armed with needlers, and 15 elites armed with plasma rifles. The Master Chief up his hand telling the other Marines to pause. He motioned for Pvt. Jenkins to take out his super rifle. He did and looked into the gun's 10x magnification scope and opened fire. One jackal fell and 2 grunts fell with shots to the head. The others, seeing their comrades fall, assumed an invasion and fled for cover.
Pvt. Jenkins put away his sniper and pulled out his double SMGS, one for each ahnd. The SMG fires even faster than the assault rifle. “Master Chief lets move, we don’t have much time.” Announced Cortana anxiously.
“Ok Marines lets move out!” Shouted the Master Chief. As they came into firing range, the air crackled around them as plasma bolts whizzed by. The Master Chief rolled into a crouch behind some crates and opened fire at four grunts whose needlers had run out of ammo. As the Master Chief peered into the 5x magnification scope of his MA7B assault rifle, his shield dropped a quarter of an inch and he realized that a jackal had found his covered and opened fire.
But not for long. The Master Chief turned around and fired four times into the middle of the jackal’s shield. As the alien staggered backwards, the Master Chief jumped up and brought the bunt end of his fun down hard into the aliens face. The jackal fell backwards under the force of the blow, and blue blood erupted from its face. “FIRE IN THE HOLE!!” Shouted a Marine somewhere in front of the Master Chief. Three seconds later a frag grenade exploded, sending three jackals and four grunts flying through the air, blood stained.
Looking back into the scope of his new MA7B assault rifle, he picked off the gunners of the four shades sending them tumbling out of the gunner seats, dead. The Master Chief ran over to one of the shades, threw one grenade exploded, sending the shades flipping in the air and crushing three grunts when they landed. The gunner’s seat on the last remaining shade vibrated as the Master Chief let a wave of plasma soar through the air and into four elites. The elites roared out in anger and pain before they fell over the side of a very big cliff.
“Gotcha you son a…!” The Master Chief began.
“Master Chief, I’m reading some pretty big signals just at the bottom of the cliff.” Interrupted Cortana.
“Sir you might want to have a look at this!” Shouted Pvt. Johnson from the edge of the cliff. The Master Chief climbed down from the gunner’s seat of the shade and quickly walked over to Pvt. Johnsons.
“What’s the matter Private?” Asked the Master Chief.
“Sir.” Pvt. Johnson replied as he handed over the sniper rifle, “there seems to be two heavy artillery vehicles coming this way.”
The Master Chief looked into the 10x magnification scope and what he saw was horrifying. There were indeed two covenant vehicles heading this way, one wraith tank and one new covenant hovercraft. The new covenant vehicle had a small plasma gun mounted on the back with a cockpit able to hold two people. Behind the hostile vehicles were two hinters, two new covenants, and three elites. The new covenants were about eight feet tall and appeared to be very heavy and muscular. The brown fur scattered about their limbs and torso was rough and dirty. The uncovered skin was like living rock. The armor covering the creatures’ torso, arms, and head seemed to be lighter, flattened version of the hunter’s shield weapons. They had horrifying faces, with small, dangerous eyes, gaping mouths, and snorting snouts. Their guns appeared to be a variation of a fuel rod weapon, and had a menacing scythe running along the bottom. The beasts also had belts of red cylinders, possibly a new kind of grenade.
The covenant force was rounding its way up the side of the mountain. “Marines listen up. There are a new kind of covenant and they looks like their tougher than the others, stay low and aim for their heads.” Informed the Master Chief as he threw the empty clip of his assault rifle down on the ground and snapped a full one in place. “Lock and load. This ain’t over till all the covenant are dead.” Said the Master Chief.
“Sir yes sir!” Shouted the Marines in unison.
A plasma bolt soared barley over the head of the Master Chief and slammed into a crate that was holding plasma grenades and erupted into a massive plasma fireball. The Master Chief turned around and peered into the scope of his assault rifle and opened fire on the covenant along with the other Marines. Before he knew it, the elites were terminated and the only aliens left were the hunters and the new type of covenant aliens. “Cortana what the hell are those new aliens and the covenant vehicle?” Asked the Master Chief.”
“Hacking into the covenant battle new… if I’m correct, those aliens are called ‘brutes’ and the new vehicle us called a shadow,” replied Cortana.
That instant a brute jumped of the gunner’s seat of the shadow towards the Master Chief, but the Master Chief fired four quick shots into the alien’s head. The alien jerked in midair before it fell to the ground with a loud this. Slowly orange blood flowed out of the brute’s head like an orange stream. Almost instantly, a brute hopped into the gunner’s seat of the shadow and opened fire on the Marines. Six Marines scream out in pain as the plasma rounds practically melted them. “Cortana we need to do something nor or else there will be nothing left for evac!” Shouted the Master Chief over the roar of screams and gunfire.
“Ok, lets move. There is one abandoned wraith tank over there,” Said Cortana as a nav point popped up in his HUD.
“Ok, here we go!” Shouted the Master Chief as he ran out into the line of fire. Rounds from the covenant’s needlers bounded of his armor and exploded when they hit the ground.
When he reached the wraith tank there was a hunter patrolling the area. The Master Chief switched to shredder rounds and aimed at the middle of the hunter’s back, and before the hunter could have turned around he let a dozen bullets soar through the air into the hunter’s back. The alien let out a roar of anger escape before it fell flat onto its face and orange blood splattered the ground. “Cortana the door is locked,” said the Master Chief.
“Ok… there,” replied Cortana as the door popped open and the Master Chief hopped in.
The inside was different than the Master Chief had ever seen. There was a plasma screen showing what was going on outside and there was numerous controls and buttons. “Cortana, how do you drive this thing?” Asked the Master Chief as he looked at all of the controls.
“Let me handle this please,” said Cortana as she took control. The wraith tank lunged forward running over a brute and continued on its way. The image of a hunter appeared on the screen and its fuel rod gun charged and a bolt of plasma soared through the air towards the wraith tank. But Cortana easily dodged it and let a big ball of plasma fly through the air and slam into the hunter making it fly backwards and fall into another one before they both, entangled, fell over the side of the cliff.
“Covenant dropship inbound,” said one of the Marines over the com channel. The Master Chief looked at the screen and saw a covenant dropship about twenty meters from where they were.
“Not for long,” mumbled the Master Chief as he sent another big ball of plasma flying through the air towards the covenant dropship. The dropship’s shields shimmered and then went out, and that’s when Pvt. Wayne pulled out his jackhammer missile launcher and opened fire. The missiles streaked across the sky and struck the dropship on the starboard side making it explode into a massive fireball.
“Yeah that’s he way to do it!” Shouted one of the Marines.
As the Master Chief stepped out of the Wraith tank, the unmistakable sound of a Pelican’s engine filled the air. A few yards away the Pelican dropship landed and the Marines hopped in. “Welcome aboard Marines and Master Chief,” said the pilot over the com channel.
“Mission complete Master Chief,” said Cortana.
“And I couldn’t have done it without you,” answered the Master Chief as the dropship took off.
“And yeah, you couldn’t have,” replied Cortana. The Master Chief smiled as the dropship banked right to take them home.
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The Altman Betrayal excerpt (Circa 2007)
Prolouge
South / North Korea Border Checkpoint 0016 Hours
A man dressed entirely in black and dark green fatigues with a red beret to complete the standard border patrol unit outfit came into view through Altman’s M40A1’s FN 4-powered, 28-mm scope. The man stopped short of the side of the road, pulled a cigarette from his breast pocket, and lit a match. The end of the rolled up piece of paper flared and green-tinted smoke drifted into the muggy air. The red dot from the tobacco filled cigarette glowed like a tracing beacon against the relentless night sky. The laser range finder marked the target at two hundred yards; a chip shot by Altman’s standards.
The man once more turned and continued his predictable path back up to the small hut that sat gloomily alongside the deserted rode. For the past eight hours Altman and his three-man team had laid prone in the tall dense grass at the top of a hill that sloped down to the road below. Their stake out had turned up nothing yet but as long as the night didn’t yield to day, there was still time. Next to Altman, one of the more senior soldiers shifted uncomfortably with a low grunt. “I’m getting too damn old for this.”
Somewhere behind him in the darkness Figgins grumbled a remark. “You’re too old for a lot of things.”
Altman sensed the sneering glare from Cooper rather than seeing it. His focus was directed towards the border patrol hut that separated South Korea from North Korea through his two and a half inch wide; eight inch long score. He rested the crosshairs on the one man’s head that paced back and forth across the width of the road and applied one of the three pounds needed to discharge the weapon. “Boom,” he whispered out loud, mimicking the art of shooting the Korean guard dead.
The crosshairs then jumped from the one man’s head to another man that was located inside the hut. His face was clearly outlined through the window and all the distinct features were visible. His nose was sharp and long with wide nostrils on the end, and his eyes were set close together, giving him a shark-like appearance. His matted black hair protruded from beneath his red beret and his head sat on his shoulders like someone had thrown it on at the last second. He knew that there were at least two more men in the hut but they were out of his restricted field of vision. Five minutes surrendered to ten and then a pair of headlights cut sharply through the suffocating darkness like a knife through butter. The truck sped down the winding road that let to the guard hut. The M40A1’s crosshairs moved horizontally until them and the truck intersected on the last leg of the road that ran to the checkpoint.
The crosshairs rested on the driver’s side window and a slight glare on the glass from the lights that lined the road on either side reflected the surroundings. Partially visible was a short man with a round baldhead and a stomach that pressed up against the steering wheel. The truck was a standard four-wheel cargo vehicle that housed two benches that ran the length of the inside. A tarp covered the top, sheltering the inside from the scorching night air. As he followed the truck down the road with his sniper rifles, a bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck. Years of experience had taught him to ignore distractions such as that. It was better to feel a small bit of discomfort than to lose focus on an enemy target. The results could be horrendous, not only to himself, but to the rest of his team. This was where concentration became the most crucial; a small error could jeopardize the whole mission and the lives of them all.
The orders were clear and came from high up. They were to stakeout the border of South and North Korea until making positive contact with a man that possessed unimaginable power. The man’s name was Jorge Lawrence, or more commonly known as The Resource amongst the FDDT, or Foreign Departments of Domestic Trafficking. The groups were a newly formed underground intelligence communities that a scarce few knew about. They specialized in the transportation of illegal weapons to countries that needed them the most during periods of on going bloodshed.
The man known as The Resource was responsible for putting together the underground terrorist cells and was a top priority on the Central Intelligence Agency’s list of threats to be eliminated; the order had come directly from the undersecretary David Chapman of the CIA. There had been previous attempts at Lawrence’s life but none had been successful and the illegal trafficking of weapons continued. But as of tonight, they hoped things would be different. The Resource needed to die at his own game.
Adrenaline kicked in like water seeping through Altman's veins. The truck had rumbled to a stop at the border checkpoint and tension crept in on the group of awaiting soldier unexpectedly. A side window on the driver side of the truck rolled down and the man driving the truck handed something to the Korean guard. The guard took one glance at the documents that he was handed before nodding and stepping inside the hit. A few seconds passed before another guard, most likely the commanding officer, strolled up to the downed window and made a gesture with his right hand.
The gate opened as from somewhere inside the small hit the button controlling the gate's arm was summoned. The truck once more started up but then did a peculiar thing. Through his night vision scope on his M40A1 rifle, Altman watched as the truck pulled away from the checkpoint, but before it gathered enough speed to continue the last leg of its strip, it rolled off the side of the road and came to a shuddering stop with the desert's sand drifting in its wake.
The two guards that he hadn't observed earlier emerged from the hut and boringly stumbled towards the truck. They each an old version a machine carbine, 9mm Owen, Mark one slung over their shoulders with two grenades strapped to each of their light tan colored combat belts. They obviously weren't part of a normal border patrol unit. Following them was another man, a bit taller than them both, and clearly held the most power. The man was dressed and acted differently than any of the other men. He held his head high as he strolled towards the truck and confidents radiated off him like steam off a platter of hot viands. The driver of the truck flung open the door, stirring a tall plant nearby, and jumped to the ground.
The taller of the two soldiers went up to the man first and said something with a smile clearly visible against his face. The driver nodded and motioned for the three of them to follow as he made his way to the back of the truck. Once there, the driver unlatched two steel latches on each end of the back of the military cargo truck and carefully allowed a rear ramp to fall to the ground. From his position, Altman could not hear the thud that followed as the ramp hit the ground, but he could make out the cloud of sand that blew into the air.
A brief pause and then a man, followed by three others, stepped out from the dark interior of the truck and into the brilliant light of the desert terrain. The three men that followed the first one were all armed with AK-47s and were clearly not Korean. Nor was the man they followed, or to be more precise, nor was Jorge Lawrence.
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After the Season (Circa 2008)
Particles of chipped paint layer the glossy harbor like snow flakes painting scenery white. Seagulls meditate nearby on stilts perch atop cracked buoys – bobbing in rhythm with each displacement of the quiet water. Wooden planks that were once dubbed fishing boats cower, submerged beneath nettles – parts of their identity hidden with a few scattered inscriptions poking to the surface for oxygen. The only appealing sight is the sun peeking above crooked palm trees and reflecting off the tainted harbor.
Storm (Circa 2008)
While avoiding boisterous crevices, rippling frosty water surrounds my bare feet channeling an isolated island of toes. Black skies torment God’s toys below while shallow pools overflow in raging currents. I pull my jeans, dampened and clinging to my legs, above my knees and slosh on. Lightening streaks across the sky, stitching closed hostile clouds ending the drowning rains.