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It's too soon to be too long since I have last written a single word here. Since I have been gone there have been few who have come to see if I've returned. But I believe in quality over quantity, and I have noticed the volume of serious inquiries in my message box. To you, the few, who have remained and are true, thank you. Your letters have been most supportive and have swayed my to resume the ways for which you know me best. I see how quickly time has passed, and I have been absent for far too long. To you, my kindred, I return.

To the inquiry,
To those who are to inquire upon the subject of my vampirism, I have something for you all. Consider this the introduction to the beginning of you lessons. The bellow details the basics of what I stand for and of my organization.

The Race Of Unity was founded October 16th 2005. These organization began as a Vampiric following that was created on the basis of scientific fact. The Race of Unity spawned from the proven fact the consumption of another beings living material could merit the consumer access to genetic memory. The combining of the memories of the host and the consumer, in a way, forms a sort of biological bond. Having the same memories or experiences as others as a result of the consumption of another’s blood is what will bring the Vampires of legend into the scientifically proved existents-realm of the Vampiri. We, the Vampiri of modern society will no longer be labeled as a sub-culture, but will become a living, breathing culture of our own.

Further open conversation will be held here. Private conversations will be in PM's. Please do not flood my box. Adieu.

In light of recent events I have revisited thoughts that I once had, theories on life that I once held dear, or at least reasonable. Back when I spent time as a boy scout I had a lot of time on my hands during outposts and on extremely long hikes when no one would talk to me. So, I came up with a load of nowhere ideas about engineering and semi-deep thought poetry. One idea or at least the gist of it went something like this:

Why live day to day doing the same old boring thing for only the purpose of living? Surely life is beautiful and I respect those who do things for a living, but do they really do it to live??

These words are short and most likely mean nothing to others who may read this. However, I do believe that someday someone with the right amount of understanding will come along and what I say will mean the world to them. Thus, what the thought meant, I will try to explain.

In my thought I revolved around three key ideas. Ideas titled: Longevity, realization, and sacrifice.

1) First off, we only live so long. So everyday must be seen as another opportunity to do something new or to continue the new thing that you were doing the day before in hopes of it leading to newer and better things.

2) One must realize that there is more required in life than paying the rent and going to the supermarket every week; that a hobby is more than just something fun to do with your free time between workdays, and that doing something random may just create a new path in your life for the long run. (In that mind we must be careful that the random thought does not imply rash actions against other beings.)

3) Sacrifice must be made to pursue your ideas. obstacles such as routine labor (and traffic) may get in the way your doing greater things. I am not telling anyone to quit their jobs. Though you my try to take a little off your work load or maybe even arrange to have your weekends off if it is not too much trouble.
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Though I do not label myself as a beacon of hope for those who believe they are of misguided lives, I do believe that what I have to say may help those who are stuck in a rut.


And for those who wish to not take me seriously. I am sure that there are many gaps in my writing in which you can insert innuendos or you can translate the meanings into some sort of sex base curriculum. I don't care. As long as you're paying attention.

To say that nothing much has happened in my life lately would be lie and a complete neglection of the present. I have not been doing 'nothing really' or 'just sitting around.' I have infact been keeping myself very busy as I have sired the beginning of a new life. No, I do not mean a child. Not yet. Rather I have started a relationship to end all my relationships.

As many of you know I have ever since made a name for myself in the vampire community and have made my vampiricy a fact amongst all how who know me and whom I meet. And through an era of manic searching for fact among fiction and never ending doubt via my peers, I have made a vow. A vow to end distraction from my present path. And as may of us know relationships of the overwhelmingly emotional sort can, or very often, end up being a waste of time in the end. At which time one may sit and begin to think, at the end of a relationship, "Where did those years go?"

I am through wasting time with love and all the complexities that go along with it. However, I have been giving love one last chance before I sever my loving emotion, which as some of you know, I can do. I am not a fool. I have not cut myself out yet. One last opportunity to save myself now glints in my eyes with blue hue and topaz glow. So one last time I will let my lovestream flow.

Some of my readers may know who I speak of.
She is the last. If she chooses not to hold my head up at night, I will have no choice.
I will completely divert my attention
to my vampiric volition.

I have just a few things to point out.

I am sure that I will add on to this as this is just one of many thoughts that I have, but here is the first of those many.

This thought occurred to me when I was asked by a church person if I have the love of jesus inside me. Now, my initial response was almost, "I should hope not. I don't think I give off too heavy of that sort of vibe, but I don't flow that way."

Instead, the thought that preceded this was, "Do you know what I like about blood? Everyone has it, and you don't have to convince them that they do."

Try that one on for size.
If it doesn't fit, we've got the plus sizes in the back.

P.S. For the record, j00 r t3h suxx0rz
Arsenik Vein le Vampiri says:
HAX! NOT L337ZORZ!
·#·$37Janiel·0 says:
Noes j00 r n0t
Arsenik Vein le Vampiri says:
ARG!!!! MATIE!!
·#·$37Janiel·0 says:
'kay
Arsenik Vein le Vampiri says:

·#·$37Janiel·0 says:
I swear, I love IQ points when I type like that.
·#·$37Janiel·0 says:
lose*
·#·$37Janiel·0 says:

·#·$37Janiel·0 says:
yes, because 's' and 'v' are RIGHT new to each other...
Arsenik Vein le Vampiri says:
wow, thus you have displayed.
Arsenik Vein le Vampiri says:
HAHA!
·#·$37Janiel·0 says:
next, too.
·#·$37Janiel·0 says:
Wow...
Arsenik Vein le Vampiri says:
just sigh, jon. That is all you can do at this point
·#·$37Janiel·0 says:
I do lose IQ.

Doom. Emotional doom. That is all I can really say to explain the exact line of thoughts that began to spin through my mind when my music player randomly started playing Sweetest Goodbye by Maroon 5.

Here I was innocently typing out my assignments to be turned in the next day when WinAmp began its massive attack on my emotional stability. I was on a role too. But the second the song began its opening guitar strums a sudden wave of depression flooded my mind. This has been happening more and more frequently over these past few weeks. These damn Maroon 5 songs and a few pictures are the few things that remind me of another time when I was happy.

For everyone who knows me well enough, you know the story. For those who do not, the story is simplethere was a girl. There was a guy. There was love and lose. There was a school. And there was a home.

In actuality, there were two girls, two guys, both love and heartbreak, and the mentioned locations. The entire story is to be left to someone else to write about me. However, my vanity and arrogant egotism is untouched by the personally over-whelming depression that merits no rational thought to be emitted from my mouth for anyone that does not ask the right questions or was present during those painfully memorable days for about an hour.

I know there are a lot of long words and long sentences, but perhaps if you are able to understand what I have written, you may just be intelligent enough to ask about the story. Remember, it never hurts to ask unless it already is.

"Now, who put that on?!
-Its on random." -Shaun of the Dead

I am well aware of the fact that my constant ranting on the subject of anti-conformity crazed youths, punks, and poser Goths has offended some if not many of my readers. My reaction to this epiphany of mine is simply...bite me. I bite harder. What I write, for the most part, is aimed at those who would be so easily angered by my comments on their lifestyles and the source of what fills their wardrobes. I write souly to cause hatred. For when you lash back out at me, you make me aware of just how 'touched' you were by my writings. That, in turn, lets me know how right I am about you. If you truly are 'Lord of the somethings' and 'Vampress of all what-knots' than you would be agreeing with me rather than arguing with me.

Your constant claims of darkness have begun to eat away at my patience. My stomach convulses when I see those pictures of your painted faces on Halloween filed next to the pictures of your favorite pets on Christmas morning. Where is the balance in your claim?
You sicken me with your word choice. Slang and profanity degrades your ability to devise clever come-backs or witty insults. Oh "People of The Darkness" when defending what you claim, let us conjure a greater response than, "f*** you."

Until you can, speak not of your "evil secrets" and may we not hear the whispers of you softer side by means of your posted pictures.
Here, allow me this bit of advice which I shall share in your own slang terms. Get real.

Nothing. Nothing to do. Nothing to say.
This is how I often find myself thinking. Thus I expel the most random of words from my mouth or onto my keyboard.
Being someone like me one might think that I would have an ever growing amount to say about my life. I do have a lot to say. The problem is is that there are few that really care. I love everyone that reads what I write, don't worry. However, what do my writings really mean to the common reader?
I once wrote to inspire. To cause happiness. Or to destroy minds of those whos emotional hearts I had touched with the most painful of short yet touching poetry. I once considered myself to be an artist. I was painter. My colors were of black and white. My pictures depicted my emotions. My brush, like in Photoshop, was also my pencil.
What has happened to my poetic mind? Where has the painter gone? All that remains are paintings with no names, hung for all to see. The artist no where to be seen.
My theory is simply that I am happy. Back then, I was distraught. Now I find, at times, that I seem perfectly contempt with who I am and what I do. Yet there is always that looming feeling that something is missing. Like I need something more.
I am sure that many of us share a similar feeling. It is either a feeling of needing or the want to be or have something more, something new, something that could change us, something that could complete us. Thus we buy objects that amuse us and clothes that display us. We buy the most pointless of things upon reaching our homes end up sitting on a shelf for the coming years. I don't remember the last time I did something that was worth awarding. I remember something, but there has to have been something since then.

Perhaps I should write about that when I remember it.

N00BS! everywhere! Has anyone seen so many sophomoric N00Bs!? Trying to have a debate with someone who has barely a clue what they are talking about is agonizing! Oh and by the way, I need more members on my forum in order to keep it running. I also need to maintain 30 posts a month. So...some conversation might help.

It works! It works! The Race of Unity forum is finally working without flaw. For those who do not know what The Race of Unity is go to www.vampiri-gc.tk. Join up people!

I have been sitting in this Library for the better part of four hours. I'm sure I would be more lively if I had not spent all night talking to my Rasani over the phone. Hearing her voice is always a warming event, but now it is 12:47pm and I won't see her for atleast another two hours. Sigh.

On an equally mundane note, I have finally finished my forum, yet I am unable to find those who truly care to help me on my little quest of a revolution. (Save for friends who ofcourse are always there) I need other vampiri, supporters, and lots of followers to even make my organization take flight.

....hack...

After sometime of being away from my noble cause of proving my own existance I have now found the time to return the land of skeptics. I have just recently viewed the vampire threads. I noticed that they all resemble a town of 342 populants...empty with no nightlife. This could mean two things to me. Either everybody is convinced that I'm right or the opposite. Thus, I return to re-establish my foot in the arses of the newb skeptics. Spread the news to Isis and Lila! I'm Back!

On another site I was asked to describe my vampiric self. So I did...

My name is Arsenik Vein Le Vampiri. I was born in Ashland, Oregon almost twenty years ago. I lived in Ashland for six months before moving to Hawaii where I have been living since. I was originally born into a Christian house, and was raised by a Christian family. Some time ago I discovered secrets about my family that I was not intended to know. I now know that I am of Slovic origin and contain blood from some of the oldest Gypsy lines. My heritage includes ethnicities from the following areas.
All of Europe
Africa
India
The Philippines
China
Russia

I fully grasped Vampiricy three years ago during a very stressful time of my life. It was then that I started to be hated by local religious leaders.

At some time I became obsessed with disproving the legitimacy of the Christian religion in everyday life. Tis there that I found a many dreadful things. Among others things there is one fact that hovered over my like no other. Christianity is responsible for the destruction of countless other religions, languages, and temples all over the world. For example: the Hawaiians that inhabited the Hawaiian Islands existed here for thousands of years before the arrival of missionaries. The missionaries, upon landing began converting the people of Hawaii to God's own faith. Thus, ripping apart an entire civilization. This among other facts about many things is my reason for my being.

I am not a Sadist, nor an angsty teenager. The vampiric qualities I have are in my blood, and are not made up. I claimed vampiricy long before viewing any vampire media, and have never read any of the works of Anne Rice. Nor have I read any other vampire literature.

I have seen the truth of God's lighted ways, and I have chosen the darkness.

For the past few days I have been spending pointless random fun at Janiel's house. Even in the last 13 hours I have talked to myself for an hour or so, done all his dishes, walked the cat, hit the road(with a broken golfclub), thought of a few (/dozen) movie titles,jumped on the bed a few hundred times, taken a nap on cement, and played baseball with a PVC pipe and some hard bread. Now keep in mind that this was just in the last 13 hours. Before that...oh god, I can't remember what I did...hmmm...oh yes. Friday I....don't remember that day. Saturday night I got much less than my fill of scaring people at a haunted house.
The haunted house was small, yet enjoyable. I was dressed as myself, but with white face paint. And yet, with the facepaint, I was still able to "just appear" behind people in the dark. You'd think with all the whiteness I'd be seen, but apparently not. I still think we should have served hash-brownies to the guests before they came downstairs into the haunted house. They were already drunk. I was so tempted to just push some people over, but their falling would have destroyed the "graveyard" that I helped design, and was standing in. Anyway, I just stood facing a black curtain until someone got close enough, then I would turn around and BOOM! I was right there in their faces. Well, a fog machine would have helped...damn smoke detectors!...moving on.
Sunday, I pulled Janiel, Rasani, and Skyle up to my house in the cloudy afternoon to gather firewood. The woods were beautiful, as was the company. The only problem was that my father came along, and Rasani insisted that we bring her brother. Birds of a feather flock together...so I flew with that and brought him along. Before leaving, my father felt compelled to fix the chainsaw in many ways that were all too unessesary. Eventually we figured out that he had put the chain on backward, and that this whole time it had been burning through wood, not cutting. Thus, upon solving that problem we continued on our journey, that lasted a few hours. The majority being in travel. Eventually we got back to my house sometime around sunset, which was especially beautiful given the atmosphere at the time. Plus the moon.
Monday, I attending one class followed by hours of waiting around. Four hours to be exact. I didn't know I had the ability to sit in one place for that long Well, actually I some idea. I mean I use to have to do that in highschool, waiting for rides...so...ummm, yeah. Moving on. That night I was EXTREMELY hyper! Like, Loller! Now, at this point I turn your attention over to Janiels blog entry titled, "...and I thought I was trippy"
Enjoy,.. and BLARG!

Welcome to VF. It seems you take interest in Vampiricy. If you like, there is a newly emerging "cult" called, The Race of Unity.
We are a group of True Sanguine (legitimate Vampires) from around the world and around the net, trying to gather followers and supports of the Vampiric People.
http://vampirefreaks...e_Race_of_Unity

Help keep the us out of legend!
Hope to see you there. Enjoy.

Okay I had an unhealthy amount of fun with this site. I am still trying to figure it outLinky

Past all of our clothes
All our heartless ambitions
All that will matter,
Are these Wars of Emotions.
Dissection of the writing:
Basically what the passage tells us is, that no matter what we wear, no matter how good our intentions; we are all humbled by our emotions.

Now there have been bodies found!
Not to long ago a few bodies were found outside and around the domes which house the refugees of the New Orleans Strife. One bodies brutally mutilated, while one was supposively missing it's ahead, and blood was found stored in one of the kitchens of the domes. For fun or for food, there are those who need to eat too.

We all realize at one point in our lives, the world we live in could or should be a better place. As children our minds never comprehend that there are more than just "Bad people" that do bad things. PLus, the only "badness" that we are aware of at that age is told to us by our parents.
In a deeper sense, try this. Think about how important the news is. Now try to remember how much you could care less about the news as a child.
I remember thinking, "Wow, mom and dad truly care about this thing called '"the News at Six"' It must really be important." So I would try to watch it. I sit as long as I could sit, and pay attention as long as I could pay attention. Of course, being so young, I couldn't pay attention for more than a moment let alone sit still long enough to gather any information from the scrolling marquee at the bottom of the screen. The only thing my little mind enjoyed about the news was the #3D fly-through of the whole chain of islands(Hawaii) during the weather segment.