A little treasure

I was looking through my files on our old and decrepit computer and stummbled upon this unfinished treasure...




The president suspected something was wrong. He was soon proven correct. Out of the darkness came a deep droning sound. The sound of the didgeridoo. the president turned his head to face the sound. His eyes enlarged “No” he gasped. The whole hill in front of him seemed to move. Soon the sound of the didgeridoo was overpowered by the sound of tiny, barking dogs. The president suddenly realized the threat of a Chihuahua invasion wasn’t a joke.

”Mr. President!!” cried the body guard, “we gotta move!!!!”
“I don’t believe it,” whispered the president. There always were strange death threats to the president but this… this was absurd!! How could an innocent Chihuahua farmer do, this?!

…

The head of the secret service, Agent Smith, breathed a sigh of relief when they had finally reached the Boeing 747 that served as Air Force One. He lost one man to the deranged Chihuahuas. Smith was still in shock over the hole incident. The man had shown great potential as a member of the secret service. He shivered at the thought. How could his best agent be dead? “Not even James Bond was invincible,” he thought.

Smith couldn’t sleep. Imagages of the swarming canines continued to flash through his mind. The screams were the worst. He could still hear them. Somehow he the crowd managed to be heard over the deafening yipping of the chihuahuas. And that other noise. That lone drone, what the hell was that…

...

The room was dark. How interesting, a room with no corners, an oval office. What person would design such a room? A person similair to the ones who killed Maria. Those villians, they will know fear! They will know pain.

a project

I managed to design this in CATIA and this prototype was made with a FDM machine. It's a cheese grater (because I know you can't tell) the actual grater was supposed fit between the two prongs and but a team mate working on the project let me down. so now, no grater.

Dark is a noun.

Alone is bad.

Nothing good becomes of being alone. Yet I want it. As far back as second grade I would escape to my room and take long showers just to be alone. Alone happened often. I used to believe that I needed alone time. Time to just relax and unwind. Alone was like a blanket to me. Something to keep me wam and cozy. Something I could wrap myself in at night and fall asleep with. Alone was a parasite disguised as a blanket. Not only did I let it suck much of my life away, I wanted it to. I wanted to be with alone. Alone is dark.

Dark is decietful. Appearing as the comforting alone it is actually a place that causes me frustration, anxiouty, and sadness. A feeling a kin to the place the bible describes as having weeping and gnashing of teeth.
I think I could see past the veil of alone and see the evil that lay behind. And I accepted it. That monster.

I feel like this was ultimately my down fall. I think most of my problems (in conjunction with others) can be traced to back to dark. Only now do I realise that that was wrong/sinful and potentially demonic in nature. I'm addicted to this dark, to this alone. I want it's comfort.

Praise God for this recent revelation. For now that I know what dark is and how it attacks me, I can battle it. I can hang with friends, do things, and enjoy the warmth and comfort of the Sun that is only light.

Super Sniper Rifle

Check it out. It's EXACTO the pirate killer!

http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1891348,00.html?cnn=yes

eyeself

Zoom in.

And I'm Free!

Free Runnin'!

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