I did a test, I guess, to see if I want to be an sb. Fair warning if you look at my photo albums.

I was going to post an sb set but all my pics are too big and I don't know how to resize them on this pc. If anyone knows how in windows photo gallery, I could add more than the one pic in my new photo album and have my awesome ass on the net.

I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.

Hmm. still in west palm beach. It's amazing how little there is to do here. Granted there is the ocean, but other than that it's pretty barren.

Hello from florida. Gonna be here for a few more weeks. It is awesome, beach sun and so much warmer than new york was. so here is a pic of me on the beach...

so everything was going great on the job til I slipped a little with a box cutter,

which wasn't so bad, only needed 3 stitches

so relaxing tonight, resting the hand. sucky thing is I can't get it wet, so no swimming in the ocean... oh and something about sharks smelling blood, I can't remember exactly.

time for a new blog. My monster of a rat truck just got bigger. I found a cheap V8 diesel off a hummer and since my brothers and I are starting to make our own biodiesel I thought wouldn't that be cool? So we shall see. a Biosdeisel Rat truck out of a 1954 Internatioanl pick up. I will post pics as soon as the cab is chopped and the motor comes in,. Hopefully that will all be done by next week. Weeeee. Few things excite me these days so I am really enjoying this. I hope it all fits....





Thats what she said.

I am back in texas! I drove from New York City to Dallas in a total of 36 hours. That is with all stops and sleeping. I am fucking awesome.


That is all.