Day 2

Okay here is the story if you are still reading.  My life didn't start like others I was walking, talking, and potty trained by 2, riding 2 wheeled bikes, playing acoustic guitar, and picking locks at 3.  I had to learn quick despite what that women who gave birth to me says I rarely had a regular meal I was a twig and her ass was fat.  I had to learn how to survive and she enjoyed it, while I was young she didn't hit me or fuck with me physically she doped my ass the entire time trying to slow me down.  Everything about me scared her i guess, I mean if your kid was possessed and could see the dead you would be disgusted too right?  SO she drugged me and to kill my sight expose me to a type of sulfa (sulfur based product) that destroyed my eyes to the point where I had to have glasses till I was 11.  I was oblivious to what she was doing which I regret to this day because she that women even programmed me to think my father was the devil when it was her that was the devil.  Sorry folks this is a grim story so the description coming up ain't for the faint of heart.


It's hard to determine what was a drug induced hallucinations and actual possessions but I would have to say my dreaming of ufos and shit like that would be my sweet little drug dreams but when I was possessed I saw monsters chasing me and them tearing me limb from limb, they would come in forms that I wouldn't see again till I was in my teens and they wanted to torment me, atleast that is all I can ever remember they scared me so bad I pissed myself when it was time to sleep I was scolded by that women when I slept too long during my "naps" saying I wouldn't be able to sleep at night.  There was one even out of the bible, the demon Legion even paid me a visit one night it's little army ripped me out of my chairs ripped a hole and tried dragging me into the fiery gates.  If there is a god or gods as I have been told we are shaped after mine didn't give a shit about me but it looked like what ever I was and am I was candy to 'em.  As I walk down the annals of my memory I have realized I have been involved in a game that had only 2 outcomes: 1 Death 2 Evolution.  Since I am here typing you should be able to guess which happened.  That's it for now more soon

Day 1

I don't care if you believe this or not this isn't for cults, religious folk, or for the closed minded.  You can call me DJ and since the age 13 my hell of a life became something more then simply surviving.  I was born different, you know I see dead people and all that shit but my real mother beat that shit out of me.  Or atleast that is what they thought when I hit 13 I began seeing and hearing things that shouldn't exist but does.  The summary of this story is a journey of blood, tears, and self discovery whether you believe me or not I personally don't give a fucking damn read it or not this is simply to let me vent cause I ain't got anywhere else to do it.