Shatter Me


Shatter me with your passion and send my soul into the wind. That I may fly towards another and share your words. Cradle me against the torrent of humanity, the tears of anger and sadness of others wash over me. I close my eyes to the pain of the world for a second, a second just to myself… Laying down the boulders of others, I take up my own cross and begin to climb The Hill. Inadvertently I follow the footsteps of others, but I do not share their trials or their story. The mud from their tears provides a fresh pavement for my own footsteps to leave their impression. A trail of humanity for the next.

J.C.C.

10 Annoying Things People Say


1. “I hope you don’t get offended by this but…” You are about to say something that is going to make me want to punch you in the face right? I never understood why people feel the need to say this. It must be due to a weak backbone because they normally follow this phrase with something highly offensive. “I hope you don’t get offended by this but… have you gained weight?” Why yes I have and thank you! I am not offended at all!

2. “When I was young.” I seriously think you have to be holding a cane to say this. I actually had a boss once say this to me and when I asked him his age he was younger than I was. Dude… shut your mouth, when you were young indeed.

3. “I’m the type of guy/girl that…” Why don’t you just show me instead of telling me? Honestly if you need to tell people “the type of person you are” you must not be living the real you or they would ALREADY KNOW. And if you are telling this to a new acquaintance just know it is annoying as shit unless you are famous and even if you are famous you better be Anthony Bourdain interesting. Half the time the people actually will do that thing anyways…

4. “How’s it going?” I don’t know why people say “how’s it going” when you pass them in the hall at work. I feel like a jerk if I don’t say a “same shit different day” phrase or something more than “hey!” Maybe I am just anti-social.

5. “You wouldn’t understand.” Is it because I am Korean? I am stupid? I am male? I am tall? I am skinny? I am looking in the wrong direction? God didn’t love me? Why? Why???

6. “I am really good at Starcraft.” LIES! YOU AREN’T KOREAN! I am offended.

7. “I am so tired. I never get any sleep.” Unless you have kids, work two to three jobs to make ends meet, or are in Law/Medical/Architecture school you don’t know tired. Even if you never have kids I still think this is a stupid statement, ask a parent with a couple children how tired they are pumpkin.

8. “Tom Brady is the best quarterback in the NFL.” I hate you.

9. “I am sooo offensive!” You see I never claim to be offensive and in fact I think the whole world should love me. People that say this statement are generally as mild as the yellow packet of sauce from Taco Bell.

10. “America thinks they need to police the world and stick their nose in everyone’s business.” Yea, but you guys sure love to ask us for loans right? How are my tax dollars working out for you? I wonder if our Presidents get slapped in the face before or after we hand out these checks. When is it going to end America? Let the world kill itself.

-OM

 

Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter


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She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.

Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.

The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.

It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.

Jason Cushman

-Opinionated Man

7/11/2014

The Daily Opinion – The Death Penalty


http://news.yahoo.com/arizona-inmate-dies-2-hours-execution-began-230855668.html

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/07/23/joseph-wood-execution_n_5615308.html

 

So who here feels sympathy for this guy?

Blog Pulse


I believe every blog has a pulse and that pulse can be felt almost immediately by a visitor. It isn’t just the activity of one thread, it is the atmosphere of the whole website. I have worked hard to create a “community” here, but I think my form of social media differs in many ways from other bloggers. It has a lot to do with how I view this blog, how I treat it, and even more importantly how I treat people that visit. Presenting a real person as the “moderator” of this web page allows visitors to recognize that real human effort is present here. There aren’t scripts running my posts or bots pushing my numbers, every subscriber, every view, every comment, and every post takes real effort – my effort.

I often tell bloggers that reach out to me for “advice” that the main thing I recommend is to always have your finger on the button. Know your home and more importantly always have control of that space. Never allow another blogger to monopolize your time or to take over the conversation unless YOU wish it. I practice what I preach and that is evident with my guest posts that I normally stay off of unless the need to respond is too great. I know that I can easily dominate a conversation on my website or even cause the dialogue to stop… which I have done and actively do for reasons. The point is make sure the steps you take each day in your goals are your steps and not the guidelines of others. That includes advice from me… take what you want and use what you can use.

I enjoy the pulse of my blog and I think people that really appreciate their own websites will relate. I see everything on my blog, every comment and action done by anyone. I make it my habit to always know what happens on my domain because the domain is mine.

Own yours as well.

-OM

Blogger Etiquette


I am all about self-promotion and understand the importance obviously since I preach it. I would like to point out yet again that it is pretty lame to plaster your links all over my board when I have a specific thread created for this. If you are so desperate for followers visit this THREAD, there are literally over 300 bloggers waiting to connect with people. Do us both a favor and stop being a lazy ass, just go to that post and paste all the links you want. You might even think about VISITING those bloggers, I know shocking right? Most of the people doing this are legit bloggers, but they aren’t here to really “read” my website. That is cool and I wish you the best 5 seconds of your life while on HarsH ReaLiTy…

-OM

http://aopinionatedman.com/2014/07/18/wordpress-meet-and-greet-3-all-bloggers-welcome/

Random House


Our rooms are painted with emotion as we live our life within them. We play our parts well under sun and stars. No script is needed as our hearts spar daily with one another. So passionate is the act our shadows join in the dance. They smile maniacally back at us as they observe the scene of the day. Random House… you present both ends of the essence of feeling and tie our humanity in a knot. Our hands meet and pause while we consider the mood of the moment. Moments spun together presenting life, the life found within the Random House.

Goodnight WP,
-OM

WordPress Consulting


I will again do some WordPress consulting, but with a different format. A few people were disappointed in learning  I had stopped pumping blogs earlier with my powerblogging method. I don’t have much free time so if people are seriously interested I have worked up my price. It is not time efficient or cost beneficial for me to pump other people’s sites anymore, but I will teach you how to do it yourself. For $50 I will setup some type of readytalk/ screen share system and either do a voice over or conference over the internet so that we can talk. I am going to work up some type of powerpoint and show you my basic blogging method. Honestly I think I can teach anyone in an hour what I do and how to push your numbers so that is what I’ll schedule for is an hour to an hour and a half. That is what I am offering the ability to pump your website numbers on your own. If you are interested send me an email at aopinionatedman@gmail.com and if you aren’t interested then just read something else.

My basic resume is an understanding of how WordPress works, some knowledge on SEO, and just some basic knowledge on blog layout that may help you. People looking to promote their books, artwork, photography, or whatever blog you host might be interest. I guess you can consider this a $50 class on blogging. I know some people were interested in a webinar so if the price doesn’t scare you off email me.

Note: I will still keep my free blogging articles up. Feel free to give them a browse.

https://aopinionatedman.com/category/bloggingpowerblogging-articles/

Jason Cushman

-Opinionated Man

Thank you Guest Authors


I appreciate the time that people took to post on my blog and I hope you found some new connections from the experience. I have a couple Guest Authors left and then I’ll close the board down. Thank you for the interest and for sharing your thoughts with us here. To my regular readers I appreciate your patience with the influx of external posts.

Until next year,

-OM

I should have gone to law school


One of my recommendations for law school that never got used. Kind of sad actually…

University of Colorado Law School

Wolf Law Building

401 UCB

Boulder, CO 80309-0401

Dear Admissions Office:

I am very pleased to write a letter of recommendation for Mr. Jason Cushman who aspires to extend the great work he has accomplished at Colorado State University-Global Campus into the field of law for the benefit of the citizens of Colorado. As business owner and professor, I have had the pleasure of interacting and working with Jason as he has diligently studied and searched for ways to integrate business knowledge toward practical, real world applications. I have found Jason to be a most creative, dedicated, personable, and hardworking student who naturally succeeds in interfacing with material and articulating his understanding.

Jason has a balanced approach toward problems and issues related to strategic business environments, and he will excel at transmitting this skill as a 1L. He is pragmatic in execution. He is able to simultaneously process a variety of facts and scenarios without losing his composure. He also attempts to ethically resolve details without a distain for outside assistance or expert tutelage. He wants to participate in the discussions “that matter,” and he has a drive that assures excellent performance more often than is expected.

During the time I have known Jason, he has broadened his independent research, and enjoys the life of reading, analysis, writing and debate. I heartily recommend him for your law program. Please do not hesitate to call me with any questions you may have regarding Jason’s qualifications.

Sincerely,

Terry

Old Dreams…


This just makes me laugh now.

1/14/11 7/13/11 2 – 15 – 17 – 33 – 35 8 2 0 $30,000,000 view   1/11/11 7/10/11 1 – 4 – 11 – 16 – 45 37 4 0 $20,000,000 view   1/7/11 7/6/11 4 – 22 – 42 – 46 – 53 20 2 0 $12,000,000 view   1/4/11 7/3/11 4 – 8 – 15 – 25 – 47 42 4 2 $355,000,000 view

12/31/10 6/29/11 10 – 12 – 13 – 35 – 56 9 4 0 $242,000,000 view   12/28/10 6/26/11 6 – 18 – 36 – 40 – 49 7 4 0 $200,000,000 view   12/24/10 6/22/11 15 – 16 – 27 – 40 – 52 16 4 0 $168,000,000 view   12/21/10 6/19/11 8 – 11 – 12 – 31 – 32 29 4 0 $145,000,000 view   12/17/10 6/15/11 11 – 20 – 26 – 46 – 53 12 4 0 $123,000,000 view   12/14/10 6/12/11 18 – 22 – 25 – 31 – 38 29 3 0 $104,000,000 view   12/10/10 6/8/11 23 – 27 – 33 – 44 – 46 36 4 0 $88,000,000 view   12/7/10 6/5/11 4 – 38 – 45 – 53 – 54 9 4 0 $74,000,000 view   12/3/10 6/1/11 6 – 11 – 12 – 18 – 56 12 3 0 $62,000,000 view

11/30/10 5/29/11 11 – 16 – 19 – 47 – 53 2 4 0 $52,000,000 view   11/26/10 5/25/11 5 – 9 – 34 – 43 – 47 8 2 0 $42,000,000 view   11/23/10 5/22/11 2 – 6 – 12 – 34 – 35 33 4 0 $34,000,000 view   11/19/10 5/18/11 7 – 14 – 31 – 51 – 54 35 2 0 $25,000,000 view   11/16/10 5/15/11 1 – 26 – 27 – 39 – 46 21 3 0 $16,000,000 view   11/12/10 5/11/11 9 – 26 – 28 – 35 – 38 10 4 0 $12,000,000 view   11/9/10 5/8/11 8 – 26 – 28 – 33 – 53 11 4 1 $25,000,000 view   11/5/10 5/4/11 19 – 25 – 34 – 46 – 53 15 4 0 $16,000,000 view   11/2/10 5/1/11 1 – 3 – 12 – 16 – 54 46 2 0 $12,000,000 view

10/29/10 4/27/11 4 – 19 – 26 – 28 – 39 14 4 1 $140,000,000 view   10/26/10 4/24/11 15 – 21 – 30 – 31 – 32 26 4 0 $118,000,000 view   10/22/10 4/20/11 2 – 7 – 18 – 32 – 53 18 4 0 $101,000,000 view   10/19/10 4/17/11 2 – 9 – 14 – 37 – 42 41 4 0 $86,000,000 view   10/15/10 4/13/11 9 – 10 – 13 – 31 – 50 10 4 0 $72,000,000 view   10/12/10 4/10/11 10 – 31 – 36 – 37 – 43 15 4 0 $61,000,000 view   10/8/10 4/6/11 24 – 29 – 37 – 48 – 50 19 4 0 $51,000,000 view   10/5/10 4/3/11 10 – 19 – 24 – 37 – 44 27 4 0 $41,000,000 view   10/1/10 3/30/11 3 – 8 – 21 – 28 – 52 43 4 0 $32,000,000 view

9/28/10 3/27/11 2 – 10 – 13 – 36 – 38 18 3 0 $23,000,000 view   9/24/10 3/23/11 2 – 28 – 38 – 42 – 55 25 4 0 $16,000,000 view   9/21/10 3/20/11 3 – 20 – 43 – 47 – 52 26 4 0 $12,000,000 view   9/17/10 3/16/11 3 – 4 – 14 – 18 – 27 13 3 1 $54,000,000 view   9/14/10 3/13/11 6 – 14 – 50 – 55 – 56 1 4 0 $44,000,000 view   9/10/10 3/9/11 11 – 12 – 17 – 21 – 23 20 3 0 $34,000,000 view   9/7/10 3/6/11 8 – 18 – 22 – 24 – 38 23 4 0 $25,000,000 view   9/3/10 3/2/11 10 – 13 – 20 – 28 – 36 9 4 0 $16,000,000 view

8/31/10 2/27/11 10 – 20 – 29 – 47 – 48 38 3 0 $12,000,000 view   8/27/10 2/23/11 4 – 10 – 26 – 32 – 41 31 4 1 $133,000,000 view   8/24/10 2/20/11 4 – 23 – 24 – 28 – 32 31 3 0 $115,000,000 view   8/20/10 2/16/11 4 – 13 – 20 – 29 – 48 36 4 0 $100,000,000 view   8/17/10 2/13/11 11 – 19 – 40 – 43 – 44 33 4 0 $86,000,000 view   8/13/10 2/9/11 6 – 17 – 24 – 43 – 55 36 4 0 $75,000,000 view   8/10/10 2/6/11 2 – 14 – 26 – 50 – 56 12 2 0 $64,000,000 view   8/6/10 2/2/11 7 – 13 – 30 – 33 – 54 30 3 0 $53,000,000 view   8/3/10 1/30/11 4 – 13 – 20 – 22 – 56 32 2 0 $42,000,000 view

For Men Only – 10 Ways to Lie… but Not “Really Lie” to a Woman


  1. The easiest way is to cross your fingers. This still counts… I don’t know what idiot told everyone this stops working when you are a kid. I use it all the time!
  2. It isn’t really a lie if there is an ounce of truth. Kind of like a pool of water that has a drop of holy water dropped in it is suddenly pure right? Makes sense. So just make sure you put “enough truth” to make it “good enough.” You don’t have to feel guilty about getting caught over “good enough” fellas.
  3. Don’t look her in the eyes. Anything said while not looking a woman in the eyes is questionable and this can be proven in current court records. It will work. Be firm men.
  4. If you kind of trail off at the end of sentences then “technically” more words “might” have been there. This counts as the “loose ends” rule of covering your ass. Use this only as a last resort and when we say “last resort” this is like backing out quickly with guns blazing “last resort.”
  5. If you say that a friend did it this will work, but only a couple times a year. If you are using this all the time it gets old and you deserve to get caught. “Aw honey I am sorry I was late… Bob got drunk and threw up everywhere. I had to follow and make sure he got home ok… I am such a good friend.” If you imagine a halo above your head I hear this sometimes actually occurs. If it does, Youtube that and share with all the other men in the world please.
  6. If you are late say you had to “find the right outfit.” No woman in the world should ever be able to contest this excuse from a man. Ever.
  7. You are allowed to use the excuse “I was saving a kitten from a burning building” once in your life. It helps to photoshop some stuff and maybe not look like the chess club president. That is just hard to believe…
  8. If you are frequently out late and can’t answer your phone and your girlfriend (this won’t work with a wife) asks why you can tell her you are a part-time super hero. I have told all the women in my life this and they all believed me. I am so cool.
  9. If a woman catches you in a lie, code-red alert backup plan Z is breaking down in tears and claiming someone died. You may want to pick someone believable since women have a nasty habit of remembering everything a man says. Everything. So if Uncle Bob is suddenly resurrected at the next family reunion you never thought “she” would make it till… well you better think of a way to resurrect yourself.
  10. Claiming you are allergic to dust and cleaning products works as an excuse out of housework. It will help to perhaps faint a few times and look really ill when in the supermarket cleaning aisle as well.

-OM

HarsH ReaLiTy – New Policy


I have decided that I am changing two of my blogging habits. The first is that I will now “freely” reblog and discuss posts that are directed at me. That is my right as a human and WordPress allows the reblogging of posts that provide the button. There is no rule against it just so you all know. If you don’t want that to happen, stop writing about me and get a new hobby.

The second policy is that I will now censor people that 100% hate me as a person. I don’t care if people hate this website or what I write about, but if you hate me directly you need a reality check. It is the internet, hate someone in real life for a change and stay the fuck off my blog.

To those questioning my new censorship policies I will say this to you. First, I know most people that have called me out for “censorship” are actually people that dislike my website or how I write and are merely trying to make me look bad. I have decided I don’t give a shit anymore what you think about this blog WordPress. I will keep doing what I do and you can go do what you “do” over there. I will not sit by while people wish death on me or attack my character. If people do this because they feel I in turn blog this way then put your big boy pants on and be ready.

I got nothing to hide and honestly I have plenty of hate to go around for the whole world and I am tired of being nice. I also have plenty of happiness as well. So if you continue to visit and enjoy my articles then I thank you, but if you are one of those coming here for trouble seek it somewhere else. Don’t make me be the asshole I can be ok?

This is my one and only warning.

-Opinionated Man

Everyone needs to calm down and chive…


http://www.reddit.com/r/Feminism/comments/28xacr/10_ways_to_get_rid_of_a_feminist/

I am sending virtual hugs to the person that posted this and all those that are reading it. Virtual hugs for all!

-OM

The Daily Opinion – Most Hated Post?


Do you have a “most hated post?” My most hated post actually wasn’t the Women are crazy article. It was a daily opinion on Coke vs Pepsi and “some” bloggers hated I got tons of comments on it. “Really? He can write a dumb question about Coca-Cola and people actually respond? How stupid.”

Do you have a post that has caught some heat from other bloggers?

Don’t hate me because I am Beautiful


Don’t hate me because I am beautiful. So beautiful. I think I might even make you a little uglier. Now don’t get upset. I said uglier, not that you are ugly… just not as pretty as me. I am so pretty.

Sellout – What is the Point?


He types in the job search phrases and presses [Enter]… 35,169 choices come up.

“SEO Expert Needed! Programmer skills required.” Well… I can program my microwave does that count?

“Web marketing associate needed. Driven individuals, willing to work long hours at $22.50 an hour, and a degree in related field is required.” The sad part is… I would take this job. The reason this is sad is because I strongly feel that a job such as this is beneath my skill set, but because my skills don’t include development most companies won’t agree. They would place me on the floor with a bunch of sales associates/marketing SEO consultants and have me making cold calls all day. I would then have to give up my personal website goals. Sounds like a plan…

What is the point? I get the frustration, I share it with many of you, you are either underqualified or overqualified for something. I am underqualified for most “webpage management positions” because I am not a developer. I have some web building knowledge, online traffic management skills, and some SEO knowledge but I wouldn’t consider myself an expert in any of those fields. I also am not a professional writer so I don’t fit the bill on either the technical or artistic side of things.

Frustration and the meaning of being frustrated to me currently is centered around my future. Unsure about what to do… have you ever created something you thought was awesome and been so proud of it you didn’t want anyone else to touch it because they may then in turn claim some ownership? Even the implication that another person had a hand in the creation of HarsH ReaLiTy would probably bother me. It surely would. Pride… the hubris of man or is it instead the one thing we can confidently claim as our own.

I guess I will still keep looking, halfheartedly, since my heart is not fully into it. Would I sellout? Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I would be smiling about it. You have to have an opportunity to sellout first and that ship has yet to find my harbor.

-Opinionated Man

MegaChurch


Modern day Cathedrals of Steel, you stand as an example for man. But what example is it that you set? Who is being worshiped upon stage lit by flashing bulbs and never ending cameras. It matters not if housed between those walls are the most spiritual of people because they are not of the people anymore. They are religious movie stars and how amusing that so many in this world turn a blind eye to the mansions that mirror these plastic churches. Who dwells in that fine house that sits in the shadow of the MegaChurch that feeds it? Does God live there as well?

No… only a man. A man with other people’s money.

-Opinionated Man

I Once Saw a Woman Die


I once saw a woman die. There were no clouds that parted. I looked in her eyes and saw no glimmer of understanding and even to the end that did not change. I watched for the coming of something… and saw nothing from it. Instead what I witnessed was the passing of time. And time stopped for just a moment, she turned and took that woman’s hand and they drifted away.

That was the image of death, when I once saw a woman die.

-Opinionated Man

You are a Poor Writer


I was told in the 11th grade by a teacher that I was a “poor writer and I should consider finding something else to be good at.” It angered me because this termagant had no clue of my love for reading and the written word. Just because I didn’t see her “images” of Thoreau suddenly I was inferior? I did what I do anytime I am in that situation. I set out to prove that bitch wrong.

I have a huge amount of appreciation for good teachers. Teachers that build relationships with their students and don’t see them as simply “this year” are becoming a rarity though. Now there are lines not to be crossed and social boundaries preventing students from really bonding with some of the most important people in their lives. This is truly tragic for what better examples are there for students to be around?

In the 12th grade I surprised everyone by making it into AP English. I had the most amazing teacher ever, Mrs. Campbell. I remember her kindness to this day and that really says something considering how much has happened in my life since that year. The confidence that awesome woman gave me is evident today. I would probably not be writing this post, this blog, or any blog if it had not been for her. She pretty much redeemed me from the pitiful state the previous teacher had left me in. Confidence is such a precious thing that is often taken for granted. It is a trait that is built slowly and lost rapidly.

I passed the AP exam and got my college credits (I wasn’t surprised, I actually slept for thirty minutes because I was done before everyone else). I beat the scores of most of the straight A students, I was definitely not one of those people. I proved something and the important part is not what I proved. It was who I proved it to. I showed myself that year that the opinion of others doesn’t mean shit in the long run. All that matters is what you are willing to do in the moment. Do you allow someone else to create your moments or do you say “fuck you this is my life.” Give me my moment back.

-OM

The Face of Adoption


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The face of adoption is not one face, one story, or one view. I hate reading adoption articles because the writer almost always pushes their views as those of “adoptees in general.” I have found that adoptees are normally courteous to each other, but at the same time we often avoid one another. It is a reminder of who we are, when we see another adoptee, and although we need not be ashamed of our lives… still we know our life is different than it was supposed to be. The face of adoption is not black, white, yellow, or any color. It can only be seen in the mirror through the eyes of the one that owns it.

Jason Cushman

-Opinionated Man

I see your eyes still


I see your eyes still, even though parted we have been. They look back at me while bouncing against ice cubes, caught in the turbulence of the alcohol of my choice. Choices, they line before me like pawns. Only these pawns do not look so small while standing on the chessboard of life. Who the hell upgraded them to badass knights? Is that the Queen standing yonder? What symbol adorns that banner there, I know it not. But her eyes I do know. They are the eyes of my mother.

Jason

I don’t intentionally skip comments


Just so people know… I don’t intentionally skip comments. Even if you are checking time stamps… I hope people realize I do make an attempt to respond to all comments on this website. No matter how ignorant, foolish, mundane, odd, humorous, random, scary, or terrifying. I appreciate anyone that leaves me a comment, remark, or threat and thank you.

-Opinionated Man

You are my Sin


You are my sin I stir you with a thought as I savor each taste. I smoke you in a pipe and exhale you into the breeze. You flutter in the wind like a squall, I wave as we sail away into the palpable darkness. It hangs like a shroud trying to separate us from the fortunes to be found. I sip from a single glass that has tasted many different waters. They make small waves within my cup, different shades of amber, the miniature icebergs scream for help as they slowly melt and die. I swallow quickly to save a single life. Only one life is worth retaining an ounce of pain. I owe mankind that. And in his image do I spear the demon I behold before my eyes. He squirms like a pathetic worm as I flick him off with disdain from your spear.

They come in with the tide on ships built upon dreams and the backs of men as they sweat dead dreams out of their pores. The terror that follows is swift and deadly. I dream of days past as I stare in the embers of the fire and wish vengeance on my enemies. You come quietly to comfort me. Our comforting leaves me satisfied for the brief seconds it takes to buckle on my sword. I step out into a nightmare… and face it with a cold smile. Glancing back at you as the door slowly closes with a movie scene theatric, we smile for a moment in chaos and share one breath together. I turn around and stare my first foe in the eyes. He does not blink as he rams his saber into my body. I begin to laugh and grab the sword blade with my left hand, it bleeds as the metal cuts into my palm. I pull my new lover closer and thrust my sword into his throat. The moment could never have been so sweet, the sweet taste of death.

-OM