There is no knowledge that is not power.


Yeah and welcome to my corner of the universe. I'm Jerry. 8 tattoos 3 peircings. Have a son whom I never get to see due to he lives half a world away. If you wanna know more ask.

I am a United States Marine the product of over 225 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. I was born in a Bomb Crater, My Mother was an M-16 & My Father was the Devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I am a rough looking, roving soldier of the sea. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself. I am a green amphibious monster, made of blood and guts, who arose from the sea, feasting on anti-Americans throughout the globe. Whenever it may arise, and when my time comes, I will die a glorious death on the battlefield, giving my life for Mom, the Corps, and the American Flag. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the 7th day, while God rested, we over-ran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we've been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers and talk like sailors and slap the Hell out of both of them. Marine by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, MARINE BY GOD!!!









This site freakin rocks! It's a big damn playground.

To be loved is to be fortunate, but to be hated is to achieve distinction.

When your enemy falls, don't rejoice -- but don't pick him up either.

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.

Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about.



Follow the sunrise...

Follow the sunrise and it will tell you a story of sorrow and pain. Terrible lies hide beneath the clouds and laughter rains from the ground. Dreams crash and nightmares fly in this world of wicked flashes and intensely burning cold flames. Hearts shatter and are fixed almost instantly and shatter again only to repeat for a 1,000 year eternity. Childern fight wars of unbelievable magnitude and then make up and play on playgrounds of their enemies. In this world hate and love are the same thing, and still mean nothing to anyone. Tears from the moon pour down and purify the evil making it good once again so the cycle may be repeated. Good men run and hide from the evil men who care not for those around them and are not going to try anything because they think the good men are watching. Old men plot and young men die foolishly trying what the old men did not. Old women curse young women for their looks while young women curse old women for the lessons that they have learned when they have not yet made those mistakes knowing that someday they will. Blackend souls that fear light stalk the dead who prance through graveyards to a song that doesn't exsist but can still be heard by anyone who passes by, it is a song of joyful death and misplaced humanity that tears through the night like a feather. Madmen cry out for more insanity like asking for seconds at a dinner table while seated next to death and holding conversations with people who left the table days ago. And all the while we stand next to the sun trying to follow the sunrise for more of the story to be told when none of it happened and the story was never told in the first place, but we go anyway to hear more.