Hail to the king, baby.

darkviper311 @ 2009-06-25T11:57:00

2009-06-25T16:05:10Z

Going through my old journal posts, I sure was one hell of a whiney bitch. Seriously. I mean... holy shit.

Then again, now I hardly ever post anything, so it's hit or miss. At least life is boring and I'm content with it now. Not entirely, but that's beyond the point. At the very least, I have nothing worth posting in the cess pit that is my... six year old journal? Something like that.

Been having some epic adventures with my buddy Kyle and Jen lately. Driving like maniacs, shooting up full soda cans and signs, playing with machetes in the middle of a giant mass of sand dunes. Good times have been had. The plastic knife duel outside the pizza place is not to be understated, as the random cuts will tell. Those are my nights. Days, however, go boring as usual.

Now that I think about it, I'm kind of like a hooker! Stop & Shop pays me to play with their meat and then clean it all up. Whoa.

Flea market on Sunday, in an attempt to find some epic junk. Expect a grueling, picture-filled rant of how that goes.

But that's all for now.

darkviper311 @ 2007-11-18T00:50:00

2007-11-18T08:22:07Z

Who wants to round up a couple of pigs and race around on them in abandoned buildings with me? Best fucking idea ever, this is totally happening.

A man can dream.

darkviper311 @ 2007-10-19T05:33:00

2007-10-19T09:32:36Z

I'm never taking a four hour walk again.

darkviper311 @ 2007-10-15T20:14:00

2007-10-16T00:13:32Z

I gots me some Hollymail today.

UE Adventures: Chapter I

2007-08-31T02:55:43Z

So, this previous Monday and Tuesday (the 27th and 28th respectively) I went out on a few *UE excursions with Ryan (http://ade07.blogspot.com/)

The first, on Monday, was the old Leavens Awards building. Very nice place, albeit a bit trashed. From what I understand, gasp, to such surprise, the company manufactured plaques, emblems, awards, and so on. Pretty sure the building had a few other uses as well, but I can only tell you what I'm slightly aware of. I enjoyed it quite a bit. I took a walk to the South Attleboro station at around 9:30 and headed into Attleboro via train for about 11:02, and met Ryan and his friend in the parking lot. We took a short drive up to the building, found our entrance, and slid ourselves in. Took pictures for a little over an hour and a half, and headed out. As far as I can tell, the building closed in 1998 - it's the last date I can find printed in there, or anywhere on the internet.

Immediately after entering, I snapped this shot of the first room. You can see the heavy amount of debris and grafitti already.

Looking to the left, you see the grafitti becomes more thoughtful and intelligent. You also see Ryan looking at something.

A chart on the table from the first shot - various hazards associated with the materials previously handled here.

Walking by that table and to the left, I found a humorous opportunity involving a sign about about order and cleanliness - this place was a wreck. Also, Ryan climbed to the top of the shelves? Safety, what?

Wandering further and into another room, this vent has seen better days.

A lot of the insulation has been torn out as well.

Various circuitry and documents.

This table was in surprisingly good shape. Compared to the rest of the building, at least...

Tubs/containers of some sort.

More of the machinery, looks like a generator...

Continuing into that hall, a shot from the window.

Hooray, flammable!

Storage? An oven? Something along those lines, I imagine...

The immense decay of this place is obvious.

Continuing onwards...

We checked out the basement. It's pretty decently flooded, and I wasn't about to step in that water.

Into the pipes and machinery... would have loved to drain that basement.

The fire extinguishers were scattered around the building, none were left on the walls.

Cyanide vents were in one of the rooms, along with plenty of bottles to match.

The vents are forward and to the left from this picture.

Trashed.

Type me a story, baby.

I actually thought this was a hole in the ground when I took it - I obviously need glasses more than I thought.

Right to know! Obviously I won't know any time soon.

All sorts of characters have been through here.

Is that a collapsing pipe, or are you just happy to see me?

Some gauges.

The documents from the previous picture. Document-esque? Yeah, that'll do.

A drink? For me? Pass.

I still can't figure out what the fuck this is.

A pipe and the "explorer sign-in table."

They knocked the building's lights out! Horrible jokes abound!

Hallway shot. I think there's something wrong with their table.

Paperwork and debris was everywhere.

Another hall shot.

Grafitti shot.

Same room, looking out the window and into another. This was to the immediate left of the previous grafitti.

Call me sometime, baby. Oh yes.

This came out unreadable, but it was something along the lines of marking all packages to Canada as "GIFTS." I found it funny that a single wall note survived all this time in decent condition.

This room was absolutely trashed. I didn't dare try to sort through any of that.

Someone didn't like computers.

More scattered items.

This shot came after some manner of joke about someone's mother's panties lying around there, so I tried to capture the moment.

Rusted desk is rusty.

That door was surprisingly light, it actually kind of scared me when I managed to swing it open so easily.

This award in particular, was special.

I wanted to go into that cage, but I didn't feel like climbing over.

Oven thing?

The boiler room.

Boiler room again.

Looking into one of the basements through a hole in the wall - also flooded.

The storage room from one of the first shots.

Trashed.

There's only one inaccessible area in the building. This is not it.

This room was actually kind of comfortable - cleared out in in comparison to the others.

Beware the penis board!

*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_Exploration

Part II to come soon.

darkviper311 @ 2007-08-11T03:50:00

2007-08-11T08:01:49Z

I need humor. So, that means, I'm going to ask you guys/girls/mutants a question, answer if you like, no one's holding a gun at your head yet.

What do you think of me? That's vague, but paint the mental picture as best as you can.

Have I done anything positive to/for your life?

Ask me for anything, go ahead. I'll do my best to work with you on it.

If we could do anything, what would it be? A hour, a day, a week, a year, doesn't matter.

Part five, fill in the blank. Ask anything you like if you feel so obliged. I'm not shy.

I'm tired, though, so I'm going to bed. If any of those catches your fancy and you just want to even shoot for one, go ahead. Humor me, humor yourself. Whatever. So long as someone gets a kick out of it in the end. Time to try to sleep.

darkviper311 @ 2007-07-21T20:44:00

2007-07-22T00:45:07Z

For the first time in a long time, most things feel like they're going okay. Not quite there yet, but pretty close...

This is awkward.

darkviper311 @ 2007-07-14T03:07:00

2007-07-14T07:07:15Z

Friday was pretty good.

That is all for now.

Become diseased in a long lost world, become diseased in any light of you...

2007-07-01T16:46:11Z

Went to Canobie Lake Park in New Hampshire yesterday. Had an amazing time. Felt like shit getting up at 5 AM and bussing over to Woonsocket to get picked up, but it was naught compared to the fun that was had for the whole day. Went with four other friends, and we essentially spent the whole day there. Before closing we rode the log flume dealie seven (!) times in a row, essentially soaking ourselves to the bone. I was the last person with a dry item, being my boots, which quickly succumbed to the drench. What seemed to be an insane idea turned out to be pretty fun. While there's always backlash - I'm extremely depressed that my 24+ hour ordeal is all over now, and it's back to routine, but overall, that was one of the best times I've had for myself in a long time, and I'm glad I went.

I'll spare the details of the day for now - perhaps I'll write some of it up later, but telling every detail would take a while.

...to find the answers that come tomorrow, I'll end tomorrow - dust to dust.

darkviper311 @ 2007-06-29T16:09:00

2007-06-29T20:10:58Z

I want that RV.

LULZ REPOST

2007-06-25T22:26:10Z

Comment and I shall:
Tell you why I friended you.

Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, etc.

Tell you something I like about you.

Tell you a memory I have of you.

Associate you with a character/pairing.

Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.

Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.

In return, you must post this in your LJ

(And, of course, I'll definitely get it done in due time, my lovelies, but I'm not the fucking Flash. Be patient.)

darkviper311 @ 2007-06-23T22:03:00

2007-06-24T02:04:13Z

Tonight has a rather stagnant, deathly feel to it.

I dislike this.

I felt it when I first walked in the house after being out earlier. A crawling emptiness, a feeling as if something is wrong. I almost started crying in the kitchen for no exact reason a few moments ago, and I'm paranoid as fuck.

Am I losing it? Or am I seeing something my mind can't grasp?

Someone talk to me.

darkviper311 @ 2007-06-23T18:29:00

2007-06-23T22:30:27Z

I made $2.50 today! Oh, boy.

Only $397.50 to go!

...fuck.

darkviper311 @ 2007-06-18T17:07:00

2007-06-18T21:06:52Z

Dear Holly:

I fucking love Swedish Fish. Much <3.

darkviper311 @ 2007-06-18T10:40:00

2007-06-18T14:40:57Z

Be a pal and click my stupid link:

http://s7.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=23842

You don't have to do much other than that to help, but if you decide to play, I get even more goodies. Oh, boy.

darkviper311 @ 2007-06-17T00:38:00

2007-06-17T04:37:47Z

Ugh, woke up with another immense chest pain.

I told my body to stop falling apart, damnit.

darkviper311 @ 2007-06-15T19:18:00

2007-06-15T23:31:14Z

I spit out a healthy amount of blood in the park today in one go.

Stupid body, stop falling apart.

Also, I love having elaborate delusions of grandeur. Passes time. And takes my mind off of the myriad physical problems I have at this age. I swear I have arthritis in one of my knees, and I'm starting to pull out white hairs... and lose it, at the same time. What the fuck, srsly. Right now I also have a horrible gum infection (I hope,) hence the bleeding. There's this horrible gooey lump on the side of my gums, and, oh my, it's tastey. My mother was supposed to pick up my penicillin for this, but, go figure, she lost the prescription. And then there's the horrible discoloration occuring under my eyes, which, while spiffy looking, isn't healthy, I'm sure. Insert random bodily pains every so often and you've got a lot of problems going on, and that's not even all of them.

So, what's this entry about? I don't know. I guess I feel old and decrepit and I feel like complaining about it for a while, not unlike an old man would do.

Dragging onwards, and trailing off...

Went to look at an apartment today. It's a sub-level (basement) apartment, and I immediately fell in love with it for that fact. Whilst we've not actually gotten inside it yet (we're doing that tomorrow,) it's really right up my alley. It's a chance to stop living in my sister's small secondary storage room and fulfill my dreams of living in basements. And if it has support beams, you know I'm gonna dance on those fuckers. I always do.

Throw monies at me.

Dear liver:

2007-06-03T23:29:28Z

Prepare to suffer tonight.

Love yours truly,

Justin

darkviper311 @ 2007-06-03T18:28:00

2007-06-03T22:43:40Z

It's been a while since I've put a half-decent entry up on here.

What can I say? Life fails to produce anything but more of the same. Or perhaps I do. Perhaps it's a bit of both, and the cards that I'm being dealt have me screwed from the start. Over the past year and a half or so, I've been going on a rather downward spiral that doesn't really seem to end. I've descended into lethargy, alcoholism, and a general carelessness for where my path takes me anymore.

I have the childish desire to feel needed, for someone to tell me that I've done something worthwhile for them. It's an irrational piece of my life that I fail to have control over, something imbedded to deep for me to pull out. And yet, my nature seems to push people away as it is. I am stubborn. I am an emotional disaster area. The trials I've been through in life have seen to that. Part of me believes I am better off without the others. One cannot lose what they do not have. Another part of me wants to see what I could be missing in the world.

Not to say that I've not seen plenty of the world for only being 19, I've done my share of travelling. It's what makes me feel the most alive. But I can't help but feel that there's a lot that seems to fall under the radar, and go unnoticed. Between my travels, I exist. I cannot grasp a desire for anything whatsoever. Without desire, what is life? If there's nothing to want, nothing to gain, then what can one do? I refuse to throw myself into the fray of "the american dream." What seems to be a hive mind of people blindly doing the exact same thing with their lives, and having children to do the same. I will not become a part of a mindless workforce that reproduces during it's off-time. There's so much more to life than that, and yet I can't seem to grasp any of it. The dreams I do have are twisted and grandiose. Things that seem unreachable, that I cannot seem to find the path towards.

Where does one go when everything is dark, when the light is too far to see anymore?

darkviper311 @ 2007-04-20T08:55:00

2007-04-20T12:57:41Z

It's already becoming too sunny for me to leave the safety of a windowless area much.

I really dislike spring.

darkviper311 @ 2007-02-15T05:31:00

2007-02-15T10:38:02Z

Valentine's day is no excuse to complain about loneliness. It's just overly fluffy commercialized garbage to get people to fuck more.

So stop complaining and go find some goddamn company, it's not like it's any different from any other day. There's just a lot of people having a lot more sex and being stupidly sentimental.

If it really makes you all that jealous, then get a hooker.

A little after the fact, sure, but I was asleep.

Feh.

darkviper311 @ 2006-12-30T19:13:00

2006-12-31T00:14:06Z

Ugh, New Year...

Yeah, that's all I have to say right now.

darkviper311 @ 2006-12-28T15:22:00

2006-12-28T20:21:59Z

I am so fucking hung over right now.

HOORAY FOR PASSING OUT.

We wish you a Merry Gas Mask.

2006-12-25T00:56:11Z

And a drunken new year.

darkviper311 @ 2006-12-23T19:14:00

2006-12-24T00:15:15Z

I saw Gilbert Gottfried live recently. 'twas really good.

Nothing else that's really noteworthy to report right now.