R.I.P.

The words death are often spoken of in such a negative connotation and rip the fabric of peoples souls. But why can't death be a happy and a sad time. Remembering the good times, and remembering god has purposed a time on earth when "death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcrying, nor pain be anymore." Gods granting us a time when the world will be perfect. When one car accident leading to the death a young teenage boy isn't the end of a sad life but the beginning of a perfect one. We must hold our heads up, to rise above sadness and not let Satan trap us into his devious and depressing traps. We need to keep our faith strong, we need to not be saddened by death but make it an increase of resolve to love, be faithful and always look towards the future with endurance in our hearts, and good times and a bible in our hands.


Goodnight.

Faces Masked With Discretion.

I feel myself get boiled and lit up inside. I have just insane amounts of fueled and brilliant anger locked away. But you would never know. I look normal, act normal but what I feel always keeps me edgey and ready to pounce.I hold myself to such a bloody (yes im going British here for a bit) high level I often fall short and then get all pissy and whiny and irritated with myself. A glimpse into my mind reveals torment, hatred of love (im a 16 year old boy going through emotional heartache, what do you expect) and an overwhelming sense of under achievement . Anyway my dedicated blog readers (a solid two people ) were getting bored so I figured entertaining you with my emotional parodies would at least distract you from realizing I haven't posted in a good month. Writers block is starting to vanish and the gears in my metallic head are turning. More to come
PeaCe!

AHH! Writers Block

I'm having writers block to the point where I stare at a blank page writing and deleting words for hours. Posting will resume soon if I can beat this. Sorry for lack off at the moment.


Love you all. Ben

Ben vs. Fork

The table was set and dinner was ready. I sat down and poured salt onto my steak. Oh this was a grandiose steak. Straight from the local butcher it had been sitting in red wine the last two days and seasoned with spices, corn on the cob to go with it and of course an ice cold near frozen root beer. I said my prayer and was beyond excited to mow down this food. I reach down for my fork and its not there. I quizzically ponder where it could have gone. I remember putting on there when I set the table.Suddenly I hear a whoosh and I dive off my chair. I regain control and see my fork trying to get itself jammed out of the wall.


"Why are you doing this?" I asked full of curiosity and anxiety.


"Years, years I've put up with this. Mindlessly munching on me. Not cleaning me good enough. I've watched you just tossed away my friends. and why? Because they were old and dirty. Well I'm taking my stand. Prepare TO DIE!"


Dumbfounded I stood their trying extremely hard not to laugh. In retrospect taking him seriously or talking it out, basically anything but laughing would've been a better plan.

Redefinition

So Im holding a small design contest. Odds are Ill end up winning beating me myself and I. But for any who are reading this and iinterested. Id like a cool new title. Name; Silence Of Expression. Any design will be accepeted and recognized. Winner gets a lifetime supply of hi-fives. Good luck and email me if you have any questions.

Roller Blader or Out Of Control Freight Train?

The was felt crisp and I was nervous as we entered. The lady handing me my ticket seemed pleasant enough and $3 admission seemed like a steal. Seeing a group of friends I made my way over to them and got the conversation started.
"Hey man. What are you doing here I thought you and Jill couldn't come?" I asked in an excited voice.
"Yeah well Zach was able to give us a ride. I told you I was pretty sure I'd be able to come." He answered me in his usual spastic voice. "Hey check out my new hat" He points up to a checker patterned fedora "what do you think?"
Pretending to show interest I said "Yeah, thats really cool where'd you get it."
The conversation continued on like this until slowly the floor got filled with the thud of skates and blades hitting the ground. The main lights began to dim as the black lights kicked into high gear and the music was slowly turned up. Steadily the floor gets filled with young and old, new and experienced skaters and plenty of wipeouts to enjoy.