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Best show ever!!

my wifes Albino friend from High school is comming over tonight. Things look promising for some fun, maybe even a photo shoot…

Hello Anon,

In respons to your acusation that I am an unfeeling monster due to how casually I wrote about the death of my stalker, well you can go fuck yourself.

In this world there are several diffrent types of people when it comes to death.

1- Those that cant seem to get out of its way. This is usually due to circumstances attributed to behaviors that put the person at risk. Like breaking into a house using drugs or doing other things that increase your chances of getting dead. I feel sorry for them but do not mourn their passing.

2- Those that deserve to die. Dont you dare cring. We all know they are out there. They are the people who purposly cause pain and death because they like it. They know it is wrong but go on doing it any way. I do a little happy dance any time these scumbags end up worm food.

3- People that kill themselves. These people opted out. If know them again I feel a bit sorry for them but if being dead makes them happy, who am I to ague with them. I will miss them but wont mourn them.

4- Victims. These are the poeple who were in the wrong place at the wrong time and just happened to end up dead. This is truly sad and I cry all day long for people like that.

5- Nautural deaths. People calimed by old age and diseases. Some of these are tragic especialy when they are young. Some of these people long for the release of death while others are far to young to be taken. Here it is 50/ 50 on who gets cry time from me.

Death is a part of life despite the modern worlds attempts to hide it get used to it or go home. Clearly my stalker was a lot of type 1 and a bit of type 2. Any way you cut it she was not long for this world no matter how smart she was. If you are so broken up about her you can go to Stranton Heights cemetary and squirt a few tears for Holly Mendrin. Wait about a week for her to get there though. As for me I may go there with my ladies one night and have sex on her grave.  

P.S. no I am not going to post your “question” as it was more like a 2 paragraph attack on my character and I am not going to give it face time on my blog.

My new avatar picture is in fact of me. If you would like more pictures of me I will send them privately. I may be out of hiding so to speak but still wary.

THings to know when cleaning up after a shooting victim.

When a person looses something on the order of 75% of their blood out of a fist sized hole in the middel of their upper back it tends to make one hell of a mess. Not to mention the projectile holes in the wall behind them and the chunky splatter that was some, heart, lung, and spine sprayed all over it as well. It is amazing that a 100 ish pound human can leave behind so much ooy gooy.

 Best course of action is to hire a professional clean up service. Most cities have them now. They come over cut out all the bloody carpet and hose everything down with a disinfectant that kills anything and everyhing then leave you to paint over the stains and recarpet. This is what we did. I was right you never forget the smell of that much blood. Ever.

So some of you may be aware that I keep my real name and my location a secret. This is due in part to the fact that I until recently had a stalker. I met her on a message board for sexually liberal people like myself. She was super smart, gothy like me as well as very cute. Some harmless flirting and banter ensued, as well as some nude photos were exchanged. Soon she started talking about wanting to meet. Me and my wife both thought it was a bad idea as she seemed to be getting rather fixated on me to soon to fast. We let her down easy, or so we thought and minimized our contact with her. She went quiet soon after and we thought nothing of it. 3 weeks later she showed up outside my work and ambushed me on my way to my car. I told her again that me and my wife didn’t want her attention any more and left her crying in the parking lot. The next month was a hell of hang up calls, threatening letters, vandalism, the usual things that people with fixation issues do when ignored or spurned. We had a restraining order in the works when things took a turn for the worst.

Me my wife and Marivel were leaving a club downtown when she acosted us again. She was a little drunk, yelling alot and made alot of threats against my wife in particular. A shoving match between the girls ensude and suddenly there was a flash of blade and Marivel had 8 inches of Kabar in her chest up to the hilt. God there was blood so much blood and screaming. Marivel wanted to pull out the blade but I wouldent let her. I got my jacket off and more or less tore off my shirt to press against the wound. When there is that much blood, you can smell it, a sickly sweet coppery smell, you can never really forget it either. There were cops nearby already on another call, they nabbed my stalker as well got the medics there in seemingly record time. Marivel survived, barely. She coded twice in the operating room but they got her back. She has a nasty scar on her right breast and diminished lung capacity to.

As for my stalker well she went to jail. A security camera outside the club we were leaving caught the incident clear enough. During the scuffle she pulled out the knife and attempted to stab my wife. Marivel tried to grab her arm on the down swing to stop her but couldn’t overcome the momentum, thus she ended up guiding the knife into her right chest. Stalker girl was supposed to go in for 5 to 7 with intense counseling included but our broken prison system managed to revolve her out in 2 and 1/2 for (remarkable progress in counseling and good behavior). During the trial and investigation we learned that through a very small number of clues I let out about my self and her fairly well developed hacking skills she was able to track me down. I basicaly gave my name and the state I lived in not much else.

She got out about a month ago. I just got a call from the police. Apparently she started looking for us again. She ended up at a rental property we own that we used to also live in. She broke in got naked for some insane reason and waited for us to come home with a shot gun. What she got instead was a 45 caliber antipersonnel round in the middle of her chest for waking up none other Marivel who we let live there rent free for taking a knife in the chest for my wife and almost dying for it.

Hey thers Marivel calling now…. I am guessing she is going to need new carpet and maybe some paint.

Im going to go out on a limb here and say the odds of this happening again are slim to none. So on that note.

My name is   Tyler Dreagen

I sent this to the “Christian” ministry that the group is run by. You can read their so called ideals here:

http://youcanruninternational.com/news/affirming-our-stance-on-homosexuality.html

And send them angry email, snail mail, and phone calls  here.

http://youcanruninternational.com/contactus.html

The email I sent them:

 I read through your little blurb about your ministry and how it only preaches that homosexuality is sinful and that you do not advocate nor suggest that they be repressed in any way. I am going to have to call this a blatant lie after seeing the presentation of Junkyard Prophet gave at the Ohio school in its whole. The presentation in itself shows that you are out to create a culture that will repress any one that falls outside your narrow minded Christian “norms”.

An example: During the presentation the presenter cited several states and what the old prision sentances for homosexuality were in those states when it was miss-understood and wrongly punished. By doing this he is suggesting that  gays should be locked up and er go should be repressed.

 I respect your right to practice your religion. It is your right. But you don’t have the right force it on others. Most of all on a captive audience of teens going through one of the most turbulent and confusing times in their lives. If they had come to your ministry willingly fine. But they didn’t so see the next paragraph.

Religion is like having a penis. It is perfectly ok to have one but you shouldnt wave it around in public or try and shove it down the throats of underage and or unwilling citzenry.

Some final thoughts on religion. All the classical monotheistic religions have great stories that impart wisdom, life lessons or moral ideals. This is all they are though. Really great stories used to teach an immature human race to try and treat each other better. It has taken a very long time but we are slowly getting the idea. The idea that any of the magicy GOD power stuff really happens is … well just silly.

The very idea that GOD the very creator of the universe and everything in it is so utterly concerned over if some one little person on this one little planet is gay or not is narcissistic vanity in the extreme. Is there a GOD maybe but I don’t think he is so concerned with one little planet. This idea that we are all he is concerned with is the frail human ego unwilling to admit just how really really tiny we are in the vastness of the entire universe. A vain attempt to rationalize a hard existence that may or may not be for nothing. In the end though Humanity has been around alot longer than monotheism and it will be around despite it as well.

 People who need and outside supernatural force to be happy and complete are the ones who are truly empty. If you need a supernatural “parent” to tell you what is wrong and what is right and what to belive then you are a little more than an empty child. Immature and needing to be guided and told to behave or be punished. They are a spiritual infant of sorts.

Those of us who realized that all the answers we will ever need lie with in ourselves in our own hearts stand tall as spiritual adults. Full developed and able to make our own moral decisions. We know right from wrong and we make our choices with the certainty of that knowledge.

So in a sense you need to grow up. Realize there is one and only one sin. Hurting your fellow man in any way. Unfortunatly your group seems to do this with its very existance.

Night night children. Don’t let your raging fear of mortality bite.