I myself am something of an up-and-coming young writer. Of course if spell check and my college english teacher didn't exist that would not be possible. I have not yet published anything but i am currently working on a book titled "The Black Sparrows". the book takes place about 400 hundred years in the future after the end of World War Three (which I am sure in reality will come about 399 years sooner). It follows to men who stayed behind enemy lines all four years of the war and ultimately won the war for the allied nations. The book begins about a year and a half after the war ends and we fond that the two men have settled down in Montana and opened a hunting/bait shop/general store (I'm sure it exists somewhere, don't hate) with the money the recieved for their valor and patriotism. The main character, Jake, is a bit of a pessimist with a rather colorful sense of humor kept between him and the reader. He is also an avid bird watcher which greatly plays into the story line and the title itself. His best friend and the other leading character, Danny, is more of a loose cannon in a very comical sense, he is very free with his mouth, very much like that kid who solves all his problems and wins all his fights with sarcastic humor. Together the two make a very humorous pair. the story line itself is actually not the most original but it has its moments. Shortly after the start of the book you find out that the mess after WWIII has not yet been cleaned up and in the midst an American special forces squad was captured. Jake and Danny are found and confronted by their ex commanding officer and told to recruit 6 men and women from any branch of the military they want, to go back behind enemy lines. As the story continues the team uncovers a plot by the American government to take advantage of the world as it recovers from the war and create a world wide empire. The title itself is a metaphor explained in the book as so; Sparrows are the only bird, where no matter the size or the number of predators, they will defend their home and all of its contents. this itself applies to the squad which is why Jake(the avid birdwatcher) names his squad after the bird. i will keep anybody reading this updated as i continue with the story.

alright heres one more, i swear last awful poem i'll make all you non-existant people read. i promise, unless you complain then I'll write a poem everyday and make you read them.


Jake McDonough Freewrite
Hope is a flower that blooms in the city
Under the pollution and red traffic lights
Hope is a breeze that cools the whole street
And picks us up on those hot summer nights

Hope is a child that never gets old
And never stops laughing through life
Hope is a cure that raises the dead
And brings back that lost husband or wife

Hope is a dove that sits on your sill
And sings you to sleep when your down
Hope is a friend who never forgets
That you love to go out on the town

Hope is a drink that quenches and heals
And keeps you going all day
Hope is your angel who watches forever
Keeping you happy in every way

Hope is a raindrop that puts out a fire
And saves a village from pain
Hope is an umbrella over your head
Keeping you dry in the rain

Hope is a child selling some fruit
To give a family a chance to live
Hope is an apple with a million seeds
So this earth has that much more to give

Hope is a country united as one
To rebuild what they may have lost
Hope is a charity collecting for people
To help them no matter what the cost

Hope is a stranger willing to give
To people who can only receive
Hope is a family waiting for a relative
To be cured of some terrible disease

Hope is no pride but only belief
That you can do what must be done
Hope is a blind man walking down the street
Admiring the glow of the son

Hope is a jumble of all different races
Working towards a greater way of life
Hope is a wolf walking through the woods
Granting a deer its life

Hope is me and hope is you
Despite what you think its not what we do
Hope is our way of moving through life
And making decisions that put an end to strife

this next installment is all about big topics in the pot circle i am so frequently involved in. haha i really hope cops arent reading this, but if they are pot is the new hip word for knitting. well here it is; "dude like what if we were like ants and ants were like us man, you think they would like.. (exhale) step on us man?

Hahahaha I'm kidding thats the last thing i would write about. Mainly because i cant think of how to continue it, but also because, really, who cares.

ok so i really cant think of anything i want to bitch about right now so for all you non-existant avid readers I am going to give you quite a treat. i have been told that i am a rather talented up and coming poet, however i and going to be a journalist. but a little poetry never hurt anyone, unless ofcourse you're a witch (those rhyming spells were always nasty). alright here we go, and if its not good then go read something else because I dont care what you think.


If you were to tell me angels were real
I would have to disagree
I would tell you that angels represented love
Something that was stolen from me

I didn’t tell you that my heart was yours
And now I regret that I waited
I wanted to tell you with all my heart
But my courage was asleep and sedated

I wish I could tell you who you are
So you would know that its you I love
I was hoping for you to be there forever
Your not, shame is all I haven’t gotten rid of

Love was something I treasured the most
Above all the other wonders in life
I saved my heart for you my love
But I let you go, adding to my strife

I’m not trying to say that this was your fault
Because it is me who deserves the blame
My love for you melted my heart
And I let you fly away

I am sorry I left this for you to read
Unaware of who you are
You took my heart and threw it away
Now all that’s left is a scar

and that is it for now, i hope you enjoyed it, but i really don't; its more something i say to make you all feel more like i actually care about you.

explanation

the title of my Blog i guess you would say, is not some sad depressed title for someone who listens to anorexic, goths sing, them cuts himself lightly in the bathroom to release the pain of life. the title is rather a way of describing the mentality of anyone who is alive today. life isn't as awful as some drama queens may make it out to be, but it was best described by a friend of mine who said this;

"life is not fun, it's not something people wake up and smile about unless they have survived a near death experience. life itself it a game of dodge-ball the seasoned more experienced players usually last longer and are better players, the over thinkers and those afraid to take chances are usually the ones who suck big time. thats all life really is."

Christians i believe (I'm totally talking out of my ass now, the last time i was in a church was for my baptism, and I'm totally basing this on what i saw in Constantine) see hell as a fiery pit where the damned are forced to relive their sins for all of eternity, I'm sure for those in for adultery hell is more like eating a crispy cream donut for the first time. for those of you who are real bad-asses you see hell as the better alternative to heaven, which is full of pansies, where you can be cool for the rest of eternity chillen with the devil swapping dirty jokes.

As for me i see heaven and hell as states of mind you enter when you die. i believe that when you die your mind lives on in spirit and you basically live a dream for the rest of your non-life, that's how i see it and screw you if you don't like it go bitch to someone who isn't me.

now that i have gone completely off track and shared with you information i wasn't even aware i shared and am now to lazy to delete, i will resume my very unimportant and highly uncared about topic.

so if you have forgotten go up a few paragraphs or whatever these are and read it again, because i don't feel like writing that again. my reasoning for labeling my blog "A Different Kind of Hell" is that everyone sees hell one way or another, whether it be a horrible place full of pain and agony, or something like a small bar where you go to relax with a few of the boys. it is nothing like life, but life itself is considered to be a living hell at times hence a different kind of hell.

This is my first time doing something like this and frankly, i never thought it would be something on my agenda. I'm not expecting anyone to read this but if they do, i could care less. this is for me i need something to keep myself occupied and t.v just doesn't cut it anymore. As a human being, not as an American, i think the world has gone to shit. I say that of course with no legitimate facts to back it up. there are many aspects of this world and this country that i like, love and admire. Among those are NOT politicians, know-it-alls, smug rich people, and most of all racists. thats what I'm going to bitch about now, racism isn't just a southern thing anymore, no offense to any non racist southerners which I'm sure is a large majority, it has become something that could be considered cool and it bothers the shit out of me. Why is it that using a word I'm sure most don't even know the definition of is cool and in most cases acceptable. Now I have heard people say that because blacks can call themselves the "N" word it means we can too. First this is not true, for the record I believe that we as white people over used that word quite a bit in the past. Secondly, why the hell do you care what some else refers to themselves or friends as, its has nothing to do with you so let it go. As for racisim itself where people just feel the need to hate someone different from themselves. I have nothing to say to you. but if i did I'm sure that either during or after my verbal assault I would throw something at you, probably a fist even though fighting isn't really one of my better abilities. that is really all i have to say about that, and just so you know my punctuation skills are less than adequate and frankly i don't care so either read it and deal with it or don't read it. I'll sleep tonight either way.