January 28th, 2007

Current Music: Coast to Coast With Art Bell Current Location: Home In the CIC Subject: My Name Dawes and his Revere! Time: 03:36 am Current Mood: accomplished

I just Can't Leave an idea alone.. Think about this. The Bride Waiting at the back of a makeshift outdoor cermornin place. All the Bridesmaids at the back with her in the setting sun. All the Guests Standing Waiting for the fun. Prescot, Dawes and Revere? Many dressed in Black and white are there? Waiting for the One in white to appear. Red women start to appear. Many rise to the ritual starting to appear. The White maiden is now there. Afar the Alter is clear The Man of the cloth is there. But Where is the man The Man dress in black who is suppost to be waiting for that Maiden to come to him. A Men and his escourts? That can't be found? Where is the men that is no where to be found? Where is this man to be. Only A few will know? Just as everyone begains to fear? Come fore the sound of fear? A sound of fear? No a sound fait to hear. The sound comes to bear? A sound of hoofs comes clear? From afar luminous begain to apair From Afar Comes forth the sound of a meir. Whats a meir doing here? With Fast paced hoof beets now in the air With a breath Three lights apair Lights with rides of three are there? Horse riders like Presscot, Dawes and Revere. Riders in black and with hats are now hear. Riders who ride thought the falling night to here? Here A new life (wife) is about to apear? Dismount, calls the tall dark one high in the Air? Comeforth for I am here? I am here souly that I take your hand and we go from here? Not as one but as a pair! For the road from there to here is not fear. For the road ahead is to apear. ***************************************************************************************************************** Still need abit of work But the Idea is you the groom at this wedding to come in on horse back. An Idea that I toyed with.. More to COme I didn't mean to start it as a poem but if start to come that way.. ***************************************************************************************************************** I am including the horse men poem for those who know only Revere. My name Dawes and his Revere! The Midnight Ride of William Dawes I am a wandering, bitter shade, Never of me was a hero made; Poets have never sung my praise, Nobody crowned my brow with bays; And if you ask me the fatal cause, I answer only, "My name was Dawes" 'Tis all very well for the children to hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere; But why should my name be quite forgot, Who rode as boldly and well, God wot? Why should I ask? The reason is clear -- My name was Dawes and his Revere. When the lights from the old North Church flashed out, Paul Revere was waiting about, But I was already on my way. The shadows of night fell cold and gray As I rode, with never a break or a pause; But what was the use, when my name was Dawes! History rings with his silvery name; Closed to me are the portals of fame. Had he been Dawes and I Revere, No one had heard of him, I fear. No one has heard of me because He was Revere and I was Dawes. Borrowed From http://www.colorpro.com/wmdawes/theride.html please don't sue me.

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Current Music: Coast to Coast Am WIth Host Art Bell and guest Charles Seife Current Location: Home Subject: Are you the one, And thanks to Coast to Coast Time: 02:00 am Current Mood: amused

Are you the one? Are you the one to lie awake Are you the one to stand and delever Are you the one who makes a promise? Are you the one to keep a promise? Are you the one whos stands day by day? Are you the one who takes a leep of feith? Are you the one who can make things right? Are you the one who dream of a speical night. ***************************************************************************************************************** Tonight one of the classical bumper music that plays wile Cost to Coast Am Is on a brake was the christmas cannon song. All this time the song I have humed t, alone in the night waiting for George, Ian or Art to take me thought a ride in to the unknown. As many know I am a big fan of Coast to Coast Am and have been a long time Coast Rider, Someone bearly listens to the show at night but alway tried to listen in the day time. Streamlink best thing to the nightly talk radio. This show takes people on a ride in to the unkown and unsee. No topic is off limits when Art, George and Ian start the night in to the right way. Three Men, three talk show hosts with the most. The Along With RIchard C. Hoagland, Dr. Michio Kaku, George Knapp, Alex Jones, and many many others. Keep Me up the long hours and dark nights. In to a land of the unknown. Thanks To George Noory, Ian Punnett, and of course Art Bell. Thanks for the ride and being my family when I am away from home. ***************************************************************************************************************** Christmas Cannon The SOng Christmas Cannon happens to be a song that was suggested to be a possabitly Wedding Song used when I tie the knot Next Year.. A song that I had know in my life in the night. *****************************************************************************************************************

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January 27th, 2007

Current Music: Taylor Swift, Teardrops on my Guitar Current Location: Home.... Subject: In this world of Broken Hearts and Dreams. Time: 01:21 am Current Mood: hopeful

In this world of broken hearts and dreams, is a star on our horizon. Brightly Lit guiding a ship home. A wishing star I wish for???? Why wish??? Why wish indeed? Truly I can not. How can I? What do I wish for? "In this world of torn dreams and broken hearts" ... is the dark of the night.... A dark only to be shed by a light A light of a heart A heart awaiting for a men A men who can forfill her dreams. A dream of neverending blizz and happyness A Smile that can heat even the coldest day A Smile that can light the world A Smile that is surrounded by only stars Stars of A fire in a womens heart. Dreams "Broken Dreams" Broken dreams are like drops of water Broken Dreams are like the drops of rain Rain that will never stopped. Rain that is so neverending. Neverending that could last forever neverending that only stopes when the rain turns to snow. Snow is bright, and light Snow is like the formation of a new dream New dream like the old one but better New dreams that go forever. There you stand, You stand there dress in white. Dry as can be prietty as can be This is forever This is your dream This is the day you waited for all your life. This day you walk You walk dress in white You Walk with head up high You walk with out looking a beat You walk knowing this is forever. Forever you stand Forever you walk Forever you can not hide. Forever you start now. Now this is you Dressed in white Dressed to inpressed Dressed to be given away Dressed to be held Dressed to be immotilized Immotillized In a picture Immotillized in your heart Immotillized in your head Immotillized in your dream there you go so prefetly Walk the walk its almost over You life as you know it Is almost over. Now your at the end. Kissing away ... Alrighty I picked at the phone right then and lost that whole last peaice of work.. Damm Wrong time to pick up.. So I will leave it as it sadly unfinished.. I was not trying to do anything more then get the idea out of my head. But oh well. Time for something differeent... I love this taylor Swift song SOmeone who I can feel her emotins in the music...

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January 26th, 2007

Current Music: Taylor Swift, Teardrops on my Guitar Subject: I am still alive just been hiding. Time: 10:57 pm

Still alive just been super busy and a little hiding.. So let see over the past weekend I went to Niagara Falls.. The Frozens fall was wonderful.. I have to find a way to post a picture. My family goes alot to the Winery's in the area for the great ICe WIne Festable. Its A great time and a lot of wine.. I have to say if you never been exposed to Ice Wine then you have never tasted the nector of the gods.. This wine made from forzen grapes is super sweet.. Supersweet.. I love it.. My Fav's there are Iniskillin Winery I did stop at Stonechurch Vineguards. Kelly Loved the 2005 Rose Sunburst.. I figure I would Add more later but for now thats cool Alive and well just chilling out..

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October 30th, 2006

Time: 01:06 am Current Mood: frustrated

In a world tron by war, coruption and greed. Have we as a rase fogotten the basic priceables of humanaty? Have we over looked why we are here on this rock that orbits a star? Have we forgotten what we are. How come its easy for preople to walk over someone whos homeless and not care? How come this race more concrened about our selfs then the person next to us? How come we judge each other on how well we live or how much money with make. How can we walk on by as people with tears in their eyes cry. How can we go to work and not care about the people we work with and for? How can we walk by as people who can't walk go on? How can we forget about other humen beings. how can we forget about our familes. How can we forget about ourselfs. We have forgotten the princables that the gods gave us upon brith? We have forgotten that we are one rase reguardless of creed or relegain? We have fogotten that we are human beings and that we are all the same. Tonight as I go for coffee i watched a men with less fortin then our selfs get stepped on and around becouse people didn't care. Maybe I am alitte more compassion then the next guy? But in a world where people treat people subhuman. I this world people are given a task to help others so that them may inprove them selfs i stand and watch people take adventage of the lesser man. As a friend once said political science is the study of the smart taking adventage of the stupid.. Well some times we forget the its not the stupid but the less fortuned that get forgotten. This holiday season. Remember to be friendly.

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October 23rd, 2006

Current Music: Tim McGraw, By Taylor Swift Current Location: Area 397 Malden. Subject: Time Time: 11:33 pm Current Mood: happy

many say that time heals all wounds. Well is someways it does in other ways some wounds don't heal and never well. I know that hope is always there. Somebody is always the to ceatch you when you fall. Family and friends and in the end hope is always there. After My brake up with Hilary I was a mess. for a long time I gave up on myself and my life. Thats where the story end with me for a wile. After sometime and hope pressed on and so did I. In a gamble I took a change that changed my life. That gamble is almost a year old. I try this web site plenty of fish. Well a new chapter begain there I meet in the least expected place when the cards where done, I met this girl who took that broken heart and tried to mend it. She mended it the best she could. even the up and own that went a long in it. Looking back at the emails of a friendly boy and girl I never expected to date or last. now looking back it lasted a nice long time. A very long time. Now of the eve of a new year A new chaper open. As the new year repply appotched I took a gamble that seems so far away now. I have diced to settle down. Settling down with a girl who I have only know a year but feels like a long long time. A lone time indeed. Well Kelly the girl from east boston, in my frist email I said Hey I am from chelsea we're noborers. from there is started. Our familiees are good friends. strangle here aand now I feel at home. I never belived that this would have ever gone the way it has but it has. Only way to say it is Jack is truly Back. As I broke out the Tux for this last weekend and how dam good I did indeed look. taking the dance fool by storm and again as alway saving the day as I have done some many times before. This year has seen Many trips out of the conuntry. Nirga Falls Costa Rica Now in two mothes Las vegas.. Kelly Thank you. I love you But I never forget where I cam from..

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May 6th, 2006

Subject: Black Saturday Time: 03:04 pm

My grandmother Angela Jestings has passed away today at about 12:00. The Bay after her birthday. More Information to follow..

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April 27th, 2006

Subject: Strange Time: 12:01 pm Current Mood: confused

In a STRANGED twist of feith, something in my blood showed up that postponed my surgery.. More later

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April 26th, 2006

Subject: It's Time.. Time: 05:47 am Current Mood: worried

I wish i could skip today, and the next 12 to 18 Weeks. Surgery is only about an hour and half away. After surgery i am not walking for a ew weeks. Well I have to go I have to be at the hospital soon. Best Wishes

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April 9th, 2006

Subject: Countdown. Time: 11:18 pm

As I do every year I leave the country.. Its Now Time.. I haven't been forthcoming too much.. I have 5 assignments to do wile I am there.. My english professor will be the death of me.. Anyway, I have only a couple hour left. my flight leaves just after 5. I tried i haven't been sleeping well at all the last few days.. the new pain meds keep me awake.. Surgery is now on April 24 this is why I am away now.. I am worried that it might be a long time before I walk again.. I am worried for the frist time.. I don't want a peg leg.. Anyway just before christmas I tore up my ankel pritty bad.. Now I am paing for it... Oh. Well.. When I come back I will be posting my English Assignments and one Bio.. stay tuned the season is just begaining.. I miss you all, and gl and good night time to head out..

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February 13th, 2006

Subject: Snow Time: 01:01 am

I hope Everyone has enjoyed this years Snow Storm.. Got to love it Althought now Sking for me its still nice and cool...

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November 23rd, 2005

Subject: Day 5 Time: 09:09 am Current Mood: happy

Day five begins today.. Clock starts in a couple of hours... Happy again, and new out look on life.. New Start and a new begining.. Tomorrow is only a couple of hours away.. Tomorrow is a new light. Tomorrow is a new beginning. Tomorrow is the light of a new day.. Tomorrow is The newest day of ones, life.. Beginning today.. A new lease on life.. Thanks to everyone new... Barb. Joan Ann Karl Phil BUZZ and countless others.. Let do this day right.. Starting from CIC in about an hour.. Time to let Lose.. Assemble the teams for Action.. Bring everyone up.. There's a job to be done.. And lastly To Kelly, Smile the day is brighter with you here.. godspeed and happy thanksgiving everyone..

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November 14th, 2005

Subject: Sun 13-Feb-05 13:28 Time: 03:43 pm

My Mail dox from I saw her tonight, She stood there, i wanted to die, Right in-front of me couldn’t tell her how i feel, I feel alone now, cold and alone, I have let go of most of my friends and riched out to others, now madder, i still trust her, She has my heart all of it. now my head hurts like hell, I have cried for months, now I can’t stop. I know full well she can’t come to terms with what has happen. I can’t even, I just cry and cry. I wanna die, alone and cold in the night, but still my heart keeps beating, know that in may be in vain, however, its (heart) not giving much.. She may have all of my heart and tell me to give up however I won’t not! now not ever!, i know I hurt, But its worth it, just seeing her wake up with a smile, given to me long ago, keep me going. Right now look away. I will tell you for sure that I will never be the same.. If I gave up I won’t be me, Who Am I, I am George Strassburger, and today was the longest day of my life.. And thus the Good byes, and Good luck, I don’t remember much of that, I remember watching her pull away taking every peace of my shatter heart with her. The image burns in my head, replaying over and over again. What could have been done diffently, Nothing.. I needed to let her do what I have always told her to do, follow your heart, and there is was somewhere, the life changing event, she is diffent now, but only on the surface, Down below, shes that same person, I fell in love with. funny how the last image, the last words stick in my mind.. Taunting me, holding my heart hostage. The words, if you had only acted sooner, you could have save a lot of problems... Hindsight is 20 20, I go on, know somewhere out there maybe in a parallel universe it worked, and we were both happen, now I sit in my room, trapped, by my own mind... Lastly, too tirded to think, to hart to type with tears, I wish her the best of luck, for I once again find in to the night that has become my home. Knowning that I would not have changed anything except her leaving, tonight more then ever, I hope you know That I love you more tonight then ever before.

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November 12th, 2005

Time: 08:58 am

George, here's your mTarot Reading for 11/12/2005 The World The World You may have previous or more experience in the commitment or relationship department, so it may be up to you to show someone the ropes if you want to expand your love life, get some action, or take it to the next level. Patience, understanding, or an open mind can go along way towards improving confidence and trust, raising awareness, or moving closer to a solution or goal that takes your romantic interests or family planning into consideration, or can conquer a broken heart. Tarot is good advice. Its time to shaire some advice with people.

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Subject: Journal 2 Past dated again Time: 12:09 am

095 Journal Writing George Strassburger Journal Assignment 2 Eng 095- 090 Monday, September 19, 2005 X-File Case Number 2978: Sunday, June 27 1998 12:00 PM EST. My unusual dream happened in the middle of the day. The only way I have to describe it is like something out of “Quantum Leap”, one minute on earth in the here and now, the next minute I am catapulted into the past. Dream, vision, de’ja vu, or past life regression, I don’t know what it was. I had walked in to a Chinese food place in Chelsea, with a friend of mine about the middle of the day ordering lunch, after sitting at a table I stood up and grabbed a Coke. Turning around I stated the phrase “I can’t believe I just brought this after it came out that they put cocaine in the soda.” I remember looking up and being in someone else’s body in someplace that looked like a 1940’s malt shop, complete with soda jerks and girls in the poodle skirts. I was able to interact with the environment in a limited fashion. I was able to sit down at a checked board table with 3 other friends of mine, and started talking about the Coke, and how in today’s newspaper read that cocaine was a main ingredient in Coke soft drink and how cocaine was being classified as a dangerous drug and that we as a group would have to stop drinking it because of the addiction dangers. The radio jukebox was playing something I could not recgonize and a classic (new in the epoch I was in) police car, Looking something of the show “Adam 12”, I remember talking with the man sitting across from me about being a cop. Just after that thought, I flashed a couple years later to standing over the casket of a deceased young police office who had been killed in the line of duty shot thought the heart just above his badge, feeling this sinking thing in the pit of my stomach I turned around to see the three that I had sat and drank the soft drink with and then realized that I was the on in the coffin. Hovering about 5 feet of the ground, I began to try to understand where I was and what was going on, all the emotions and sadness had taken a toll on me. Without a conscience thought I was transported (for lack of a better word) back in to my present body, more like slammed back in to with a hard thud as I hit the chair. The person I was with told me that seconds had past but I known I had been gone at least ten minutes and though time and space its self. How, why and what just happened as I sat deep in thought? My friend had said to me you look like you just seen a ghost! I began telling the story of what had happen to her and she told me of a similar dream that she had. The following is from a her diary entry that had been made trying to put together the clues from this dream… “Sam, you, John and I were sitting in like an ice cream shop after a night at the movies, you and John decided to split for the drinks. You ended up buying Cokes for you and Sam and you looked at the bottle and said; “I don’t believe I got coke after hearing that they put cocaine in it.” That was the end of the conversation that I remember. I was wearing black and white shoes, a black poodle skirt and a white sweater. I had red hair and I had a pink bow in my hair. I don’t remember what anyone else was wearing except for I know that Sam had on my green shirt to go with her skirt. I remember you on my birthday (August16) gave me a ring that I wore. I remember you being a cop or at least in the police academy. I remember being at your house the night you died, answering the door to John so he could inform your parents... That u had died in the line of duty saving his ass and I remember Sam and me both losing it in your living room and just holding each other crying.” I told only a couple of people of this experience, people that I trusted and have had the same interest of the unexplained that I had done with UFO, angels, and past life regression that I have had. Two people had similar type of experiences as I did that day, and in talking about our experiences we formed a common conclusion that this events had to be something out of the past. I could see the skeptical telling me that past lives are, simply Not Possible. Please take into consideration that there is so little we as the human race know. An afterlife and that indeed anything in this world is might be possible. I believe that something very different had to have happen to me and other people to remember the same event together, and that a series of events triggered this special chance encounter. After being able to come up with a few dates (it was only a short time after the second Great War had ended). I did research, and came up with empty handed, even trying to narrow down with the list of officers killed in the line of duty. Nothing matched up, nothing triggered a memory, so I did give it any more thought until. However, only after getting this assignment did I happen (by chance) to pick up a book by Richard C. Hoagland, titled; “The Monuments of Mars; the City on the Edge of Forever.” This book Richard Hoagland talks about the earth being billions of years old, and that It is plausible that there was a superhuman race of beings that could have inhabited Earth or Mars before of our written history of time, and again it’s possible that this race was wiped out leaving not trace of it behind for the present humans to find. My idea’s have put it one step further then that, what is there is sister races of humans spread out among the galaxies, that are evolving in their own way on different planets, this may account for why people on past life regression had thought about being on earth but a different earth than the one we live on now. In the Universe as vast as ours the only way to know for sure is to explore. However one more explanation might be that by Michio Kaku of U.C.L.A. Berkley that “String theory”, every string might be a parallel universe (this is only one form of String theory). Using “Quantum Leap” and “Sliders” as a well-noted comparison. Every decision you make is carried out on a galactic scale, like some sort of alien computer simulation. The only questions left to answer is: Do we try to explore this Universe or let the Lords of the Universe control our destiny? Let the cosmic game of chance play out? Welcome to your life how do you want to play it? There has to be something out there, are you ready to open your mind and explore.

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Subject: Journal 1 Past dated but left for the night/ Time: 12:08 am

095 Journal Writing George Strassburger Journal Assignment 1 Eng 095 - 090 Wednesday, September 7, 2005 Describe your favorite place to be alone. My favorite place to be alone is a place where the ocean, the sky and the land, come together. Somewhere were I can sit high atop a giant rock and see miles out to sea. Smelling of the gentle sea air and see the twilight last gleaming. The sun’s reflection on the ocean 1causes the sky to turn the brightest shades of color, and the rising moon’s reflection off the water and up in to the sky showing the stars, plants, solar systems, and galaxies beyond this little place we call earth. While here one can sit, lie, or stand, looking onwards towards to the great unknowns of space and the ocean. The human race through out time has been explorers seeking out new ideas, and new people. Now in the dawn of the 21-century mankind has two new worlds left to explore. In my favorite place I see both worlds, looking up in to the heavens, “looking to boldly go where no one has gone before.” Or looking down to the sea that last great-unexplored place left on the earth, knowing that deepest part of the earth and is harder to get to then a planet. My favorite reading materials include some of the best known space authors, such as; Arthur C. Clark, Carl Sagan, Isaac Asimov, Gene Rodenberry, and theory authors Tom Clancy and Richard Ludlum. Wile I am at this place I read books about space or submarines where I can put my self in to the book. I let my thoughts wonder being able to travel out side this Solar System in to the great unknown, I wonder if T.V. shows have any truth to them, Sci-Fi show like Stargate, Battlestar Galactica, Star Trek, put the thought in everyone’s heads what’s is out there, what is beyond this place called Terra around a star called Sol. Is there really a worm hole type device that would allow us to dial and then walk to anther planet? Is possible to explore the universe by spinning up a faster than light (FTL) drive or engaging warp drive? Are there more human type life forms for us to meet and exchange information and technologies with? Or is it possible that the Meg (Carcharodon Megalodon) or a Loch Ness Monster really lives out there in the bottom of the sea just outside of all the technological eyes that we put so much faith in? Right here at this place is like being at the edge of today, thinking what comes tomorrow.

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November 11th, 2005

Subject: 11-11 Time: 11:57 pm

Whats a number, just the kind of number that is strange and is filled with the unknown, Seems like there is more then meets the eye. Tonight I lie awake, drained, I have yet again pushed myself to the limit and find my self losing. Tonight All I wanted it to be helded. A note started that way a lifetime ago was left on my car. I find myself alone in the night scarded of tommow, God I miss that girl that turned my life ago, now the only things left are a broken heart, Memories and shatted dreams. Of a life time ago. Tonight I lie without you, The shatter dreams keep me from sleep. The memories of you and I, carefree and full of life. They seem a life time ago. Howvere I lie awake, and wonder how to say to you how I feel tonight I lie awake wanting to tell you how I feel, For I can only guess you've move on, I can only guess. I bring myself to tears, know that I made a mistack, I know I am so sorry, for I am only human Only a man, with adifficate past, and unknow furture. I lie without you, know its only partly my fult, but I accept full responableity. I lie dreaming of the day where I can say I love you and forever will. A shatter and broken man, all alone in the night. Scared of the light of day. A broken past and a road not taken. Alone in the night haunted by dreams of the path I let go. I did something foolish, I have paid. I am so sorry, not only for you, But for the burten of the soul I carrie. Without You. Broken and alone.

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November 10th, 2005

Subject: English Journal # 8 Time: 08:39 am Current Mood: peaceful

One more ENglish assignment. I love this class,, 095 Journal assignments George R. Strassburger Journal 8 Eng. 095 090 Sunday, November 6, 2005 If today were the last day of your life, how would you want to spend it? “Every night by starlight I lie awake and dream Of your Laugh that echoes in the shadows Of the smile that lights my world Of your pretty face, that haunts my memory. Every night By Starlight I feel your words I feel your body next to mine I feel you heartbeat in sync with mine. I feel your life with and without me, Every night by starlight My restless Body feels around for you My restless Minds Prayers for you My restless Heart Dreams of you My restless Soul falls in love with you. Every night by starlight I beg you to walk back I bed you to walk the stairs like before In to my waiting loving arms So that every night You are my starlight” This poem cam to me one night, it had awakened me from a deep sleep. It’s about someone who changed my life and my world. I felt compelled to use this poem and topic together, If indeed this was my last day, I would seek her out where ever she would be, tell her what she meant to me and how my life and I are better because for a time she and I were friends and lovers she was the star that guided this ship in to port. In my last twenty-four hours of life, like an episode of “24” I would searched out all the people I have somehow harmed, and wronged through out life and apologize to them. I would try to correct the many mistakes I have done, set forth to do the right thing. I would confess all the dark hidden secretes that lie in my body and confess all the blood on my hands. As the clock ticks away, I would run from state to state, visiting nursery and old people homes, spreading joy and love to all I encounter. I would walk thought Boston Common spreading joy. As the clock counts down, I find places to skydive, scuba dive, and seek out my fellow brothers and help them out. As the I come upon the last ten hours, I would find myself telling my friends what they have meant to me and at seven hours left I would hug and hold my family who have helped throughout all I have overcome in this world and how, in the end I do not die but live forever. As the last of the hours slip away, I find that girl who changed my life, give her the biggest hug and kiss possible, tell her I still love her, and set out on the last hour, The last hour I walk along the sea shore and down the pier, where I think about a bigger boat and a kiss that was a life time away, a moment separated in time, where everything had begun and now would end. The Seaport in Salem, where so much had happen in my life, where the land, sea, and sky meet, at perfect peace, and by dawns early light seemed to be the right place for me to end up. Salem for me is a symbol of faith, hope, dreams, and so much more. For here by sea, I think of the history and harmony. Unknowingly, the phase “One, if by land, and two, if by sea” repeats it self in my head. Looking at the churches, custom houses and more. I stand and wonder about past and future of this world I am leaving. What will happen to those I love now that I am going? Standing with my back to the lighthouse looking forth to the sea, and up to the sky, I light the last Italian stogie; and inhaled the smoke as hard as I can, for I don’t fear, death. I open the bottle of Jack Daniels that I’ve been carrying with me, and toast my life and my accomplishements. Drinking up and only to poor the rest in to the ground and the sea toasting to my lost friends and family. I lie the American flag, a symbol of freedom and life, down in to the water. After making sure I have said all the good byes and Godspeeds I can. I would then sit, pull out my IPod, listen to my favorite song and wait for the Grim Reaper to take my life out of this body and free my soul, in to the world, for I don’t fear death. I fear, looking back and not be able to say I have done my best. For I have done my duty, to Gods and my country. I gave my heart, and I gave my life, so that others could live, and now in the end. I think, I am more than this body in this time, I have done so much tomorrow is just anther day, and as the IPod plays the theme song to “24”, I single thought comes into my head: Today is the longest day of my life. **Authors note; I shed tears writing this and had a lot of fun. This topic is incredible, I fear this work is not finished though, Something in side my head, thinks is unfinished and also the that I should rewrite this as a poem it self. Professor Brown, Thank you for being such a wonderful teacher, I do love to write, and now thanks to you and other in Class, I have be able to pull my self out of a dark, and in to the light. I have to say this last part I did in way help, after my ex left and broke me. I felt like I have died, now tonight with this assignment and a little help from my friends, I can see that I have already, died in a since and are known reborn with a new out look on like... Thank you All. George Strassburger

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November 6th, 2005

Subject: Journal 7 Time: 01:58 am

Journal Assignment 7 George Strassburger English 095 – 090 Sunday, November 6, 2005 “If you could change the world, what would you start with.” One Word Religion, and man’s judgments that God is a reason to kill. I know that within this journal entry I might be as bad; if not worst then the fendumentils that hurt others in the name of god. However my reasons, personal and fundamentally go further back in time, then the fundamentalist within the world today. Thought out history post-christen religions have, killed, converted, bright hurt, sickness and greed in many people. I personally I have seen the born-again christens and Jehovah witness play mind games that unlmitimlly lead to harm of the indavigial and on people who will encounter them later in life. Thought out human history wars where waged over land, Women and right of men, but in history there is one other type of war, a type so hanus that I believe (personal) that it was one of the purest forms of evil and will lead to the dicuction of man kind. These wars are never seen in the light of the evil that has been done, these wars are the one fought over religion! The crusades, and the annihilation of the Native Americans and indiness people of south and central America. World war 2, whereHitlar beleve that he was cleaning the world for the superrace and super relgain, this was the occulat of the illuminati, (Some say the illuminati are respocable for the crusi in france.). The witch hunts of the 1600 colonines and in England the death of the of many religions to make way for the Church of England. First I like to start with the Native Americas, witches, wisords, and othe pagan religions some of them have dated back on this planet before most civilate coutler, before the Greeks, and the Romans, they ‘re earth worshing people on this planet, that have almost be extermated by men who call the self’s christin even thought a sraceate commandment brought down to this earth by Moses, states thou shell not kill (lose translation). These poclamed christens have overrunned this plantet because they believe that its god’s will. I thought is that there May be many Gods or just one I am unable to say for sure, But I beleve that a Powerful Superbeing is in control of this vast univerce, however I do beleve in nature and science, and feel that we also elvoled from the earth in someform. I don’t beleves that a god, would say to his creation that Only beleve in me, for I am a man and I make the rules… I can’t imangen a god said that, I beleve that men, Humen, powerhunger, greendy men, change the word of gods, and brainwashed, his followers in to the race of people we are today. The Masses of humans still don’t beleve and in many cases allow the predated relegains that have bearound send the bigging of time. Men in power try and failed to keep new age releganis out of the spot light. On a Halloween past I saw first hand how bad christens could be. Halloween hase been turned in to a American holiday, and may be the second largest dure to the comershinze of Halloween, by the retains stories for profits, howevere most people don’t know Halloween is really Samhain; “ The Sabbat celebrated on October 31st. This is the beginning of the Celtic new year, and the time when the veil between the worlds is thinnest. It celebrates the Crone Goddess and the dying God.” Google Web Dictory. In 2004 I had been station in the city of Salem, as plane cloths office for Public Safety. Let me tell you we stuck out, Plane cloths in Salem on Halloween scream COPS. Anyway, I was station at a local Salem churchl and that church sent out prosters to pickick and interrupt the flocks in the local festivities. Holding sign, Prasing there way is the right way incensing that people out in custom where doing to the work of evil. Talking to people, and trying to convert them on the street, Instead of letting people go by and have their fun. {ADD MORE If I need to} Back to my point. People have thought out history to persecute and hurt other people just because their believe their way is right. I have to agree with the with Bubbest and Pegans, Harm None.

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October 31st, 2005

Subject: Hope Time: 09:25 pm Current Mood: amused

Hopeless dream dreamless hope, We all dream about things to be. We all be the dreams to come. Neveronce asking is this a dream or is it life. Life is but a creal game played upon one soul. But for all those who wonder, this is a new year,. And anther change to save ones soul. Welcome to Halloween, this one night of the year where the living reather, Become closer to the dead. Remember we all lose in the end. Remember is not about winning at the end its about how well you lived your life. Sometimes we have to remember all we lose to see all we have gained.. English class in 22 hours Homework awaits, however Kick my ass to do that insteed of work.. Thought of the day, Smile, All will be done; as it was done before..

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