Well if everybody hasn't gotten the memo on me in the Army I guess you all now know.

If you wish to contact me my military address is:

steph.williams2@us.army.mil

I hope everyone that I have yet to get in contact with is doing well and I wish you all the best.

Blessed Be

"The times picking up so you and I best grab hold now while we still can." - My personal quote

So I told my mom & step father I didn't want to go back to the states...

Result = Disownment

I gave my mother the good news that I failing passed the short ASVAB and that I take the long one on the 7th and that I'd be aiming to take photojournalism once I got into the military.

You'd think such news would at least give her some kind of comfort that I'm NOT "fucking up my life" like she seems to think I'm doing by being over here in Malchenberg, Germany and living with Damion and his family.

You would also think if his mother says that I'm like part of the family then when he gets a call that something is up he'd tell me. Not say "it doesn't concern you" telling someone that right after they are finally considered part of the family makes a person feel like they aren't part of the family.

Teeth are starting to clench and claws are starting to dig into the ground. Writers block on a much needed story doesn't help either, nor does a camera that will take pictures but they refuse to convert so that the computer can read them.

"The times are getting screwy and people are starting to falter, now is the time as artists we take our stand and give the fallen something to believe in again."

"The times picking up so you and I best grab hold now while we still can." - My personal quote

Just an update on my standing point is all.

New Job:I love it most days, Plus

New Photos: Other than one none, Negative

New Chapters to Novel: Can't get pass the whore house with Jade and Earnest. Earnest is a dog what can I say. Negative

New Paintings and Drawings: Nothings come to mind, Negative

New Car: Negative

New event: Hair Cut, Plus

Biggest news: I got $800 from family for making it through this past school year. Oh yeah and I leave for home on the 10th of July.

"The times are getting screwy and people are starting to falter, now is the time as artists we take our stand and give the fallen something to believe in again."

"The times picking up so you and I best grab hold now while we still can." - My personal quote

I think my quote says it all.

I also think with that I ought to stop sleeping in the days, one could easily end up missing something very important this way. An I don't know about you all but I can't stand to be considered ignorant so this sleeping business is going to get fixed starting today.

In other Deviantart news...

If you haven't already noticed I'm trying something a bit new for me. At first I was drawing some political pieces, then worked my way into writing a few poems that are political that is if you manage to find the meaning inside it, now I'm taking it to the photography level. Wiccan Rede along with Freedom Not are my first big step in this attempt. An to really get the point across and sharpen my political tongue I mixed in some open verse poems that are short for me.

"The times are getting screwy and people are starting to falter, now is the time as artists we take our stand and give the fallen something to believe in again."

Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged her face
From the fairest of handmaidens to
A slick perverted wraith

Nymphetamine

Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket of stars
She was all three wishes
Sex, sex, sex

A lover hung on her death row
I was hooked on her disease
Highly strung like Cupid's bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me

Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I'd met another kind

Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind

In black
Cataracts
Wouldn't whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide

Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V'' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to thy razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt

Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance her to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Sunsetter
Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine)
None better
Nymphetamine

Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I'd met another kind

Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind

In black
Cataracts
Wouldn't whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide