Im back with a different attitude... I am happy. OH SO VERY HAPPY. I work at blockbuster here in sallisaw. I am with a very delightful girl I have been dating for a year now. I feel as thought tht old angry person has died, but do not worry, the darkness still brews, I will have a new photo manip up very soon. Im about to let my girl take the pic and Im gunna get started on it tonight. So in the next couple of days it should be done. SSOOOOOOOOOO wish me luck. PEACE!

Josh

There is this part of me, screaming to die and this other screaming to live. If the idea in your head right now is "Well his life must suck again" then you are wrong, I have an amazing girlfriend and there is only a couple things that are bothering me, but I am not writing this to tell you of these things, I am to rant on this part of me I was telling you about. So I lay there, behind you, beside, upon the ceiling you sleep under. Creepy? Not what I was talking about. This madness of a guardian angel, a lifter of weights, is it true? Am I there at night in your thoughts, drifting into your dreams, do I drift into your nightmares. What if I got tired of being an angel, am I a vampire. A blood fetish? Perhaps. I find fear in a lot of people I meet, not fear of me, well sometimes, but anyway, they fear this word "change", and I know I am jumping around a little, but stay with me. Am I protecting these people? Perhaps yes? Is this part of me that is screaming for death just a nightmare in an angels short death so that I might become a vampire? I found out that in ancient times my last name meant "lifter of weights." Mental weights of course. I have been told that there is an angelic presence from me, something that just seems to make the problems go away. I wish I could use it for more than hurting people... I wish I could use these powers for helping those whom I have just met. Truth is... I am a jerk now, life has built me bitter. If I were to meet any of you, not knowing who you are... you would never hope to pass my way again.. life's cruelties to an angel turns him to a vampire? One could only hope.

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Joshua Stemmer

We are but immortals in mortal bodies...
~Me

I am Jack, and my friend Sonny here is Tyler, guess what I am talking about? That is correct a Fight Club, which is what I my friend and me have started. Similar rules, the main ones are if it is your first night, YOU HAVE TO FIGHT! If they yell stop... you must stop. Now many of you draw back to rule one and two on my little comment... rule one and two... WAS A JOKE! You talk about it to the right people... not the wrong ones.

My hair is long again, I am adding age to myself, it is weird to think that I can say "Ten years ago..." You know I regret so little from the past ten years too. I just want to take this section to point out the main part about the past 5 years. Amie, is of course the biggest, but I'll stray from that. Gina, hmmm what would I like to say to gina if she actually read this, I would like to say... I am sorry for everything, I destroyed you at one point... I cannot forgive myself for that even still, you helped me through so much... you pushed me forward to writing my book, which as of late collects dust. Gina you also taught me alot of patience and hell you even taught me photoshop, which I have also given up on a bit... no inspiration as of late. Gina I love you, I doubt you read this but you helped me tremendously. Zane, well of course my friend you must be in here, many many good times, almost so many that I can hardly believe we have both came this way, for your 18th birthday party I shall be sure to toast you with a corona, I was the first guy you got drunk with, hahaha. Yes my friend we have done some insane things in our life time. Deviant art of course... a teach and learn course that has kept my mind occupied in this cell of a home, keeping me sane for the most part, keeping my kept and alert. And I could name of so many more... but my point is that it all passed like nothing... so if there are any 13 yr olds that read this... five years will go by like nothing, you will collect heartache and many other things, but they all build your character, and if you stick with your friends like the ones you will meet here on deviantart... then you will have such a sweet sense of no regret when you are sitting at your desk typin something just like this....

I doubt many read this, but the ones who do... you were meant to read it... dont take it lightly.

Your Vampire,
Daniel

Hmm. Yes, ello everyone, gather around yes. Gather around. This is Josh speaking. It has been a while since I have been calm enough to have a nice chat with everyone, and well this is important.

I need anyone of my friends willing to read what I have up of my book and try a book cover art for me, just what u would picture it as, it would be useful to me when I go to publish it. I would love for yall to help me out. ALL CREDIT FOR THE COVER WILL REST WITH YOU!

OOPS! What is this... death? No just a rope around my neck hanging off the ledge, haha. Just a gun put to my head with the trigger already pulled. So much violence toward myself, why would this be, never opened you eyes enough to see. So its not that Ive died, its just the angel committed suicide. Dont think I am playing just message me and see what I am saying. Dont screw with me haha, or you will be no more, I say the shit that make you cry and slit ur wrists uh oh. Is that a sore subject? Oops Im sorry! Just stay off of that subjects, sorry dont mind me. Im a jerk, so dont fuck with me, not anymore, I wont take it. So while daniel slits his neck I become more of only Joshua. Haha, Morbis Psyche is an understatement dont think I am lying, just challenge me to a dual and I will show you who is faster at tying, tying your arms to the table while you scream for mercy, well that was the angel inside of me... so Josh knows no mercy. I dont need a truth box for you to tell me what you really think of me, I already know, I am psychotic, Im a bitch, and annoying as can be, but I can still rip your face off and leave you dead with the old me. If i am going down might as well drag some others, my patience is smothered. Daniel still struggles and tries to hold on, but he is bleeding too much and I wont help the moron. Maybe when he is dead I will dig him a grave, screw that too much work to spend on someone you'd never save. So i will watch him struggle, I will hang on no more... so what was your last words you said? it doesnt fucking matter, I dont care, daniel is dead.