Black Dragon Security☣ Ag3nt47 ☣ The Way of the Samurai is found in death. Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one's body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease or committing seppuku at the death of one's master. And every day without fail one should consider himself as dead. This is the substance of the way of the samurai. Even if one's head were to be suddenly cut off, he should be able to do one more action with certainty. With martial valor, if one becomes like a revengeful ghost and shows great determination, though his head is cut off, he should not die. All warfare is based on deception. To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy. Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance. Strategy without tactics is the slowest route to victory. Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat. Opportunities multiply as they are seized. Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase, "form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase, "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things. When one has made a decision to kill a person, even if it will be very difficult to succeed by advancing straight ahead, it will not do to think about doing it in a long, roundabout way. The Way of the Samurai is one of immediacy, and it is best to dash in headlong. It is said that what is called "the spirit of an age" is something to which one cannot return. That this spirit gradually dissipates is due to the world's coming to an end. For this reason, although one would like to change today's world back to the spirit of one hundred years or more ago, it cannot be done. Thus it is important to make the best out of every generation.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Diary of Larry Patterson Sun Nov 3

Well its been awhile since my last blog post. Many things have changed. I'm hardly writing anymore. My whole focus has changed on working out. Think my anger helps me get through those long hours of lifting. I look at myself in the mirror thinking you are all you've got Larry. I never gave a fuck about myself. This whole caring about myself is a new thing. People don't give a shit about me, fuck them. I care about myself now. Been thinking a lot. All those little saved good memories play in my head. There is not many but the few that are left will be cherished. While walking miles those memories play in my head. I'm not even in this world when they start. I'm sweating from working out but my mind is not in the gym. My mind is in all those memories. The past can't be changed but FUCK I wish it could.

I'm hardly online anymore. When there is time its usually occupied arguing on Twitter with idiots. Strangers that never even been near me in real life have so many things they just need to say about a person they don't even really know. That's the internet for you though...

Seems like everyone has a plan. That plan never has a good outcome for me in any way. I laugh about it all though, I've become immune to peoples retardation.
So besides that, my real life is going ok. Those other problems are just internet shit. Which is not my real life, its just entertainment.

I am growing very tired of being this online entity "Ag3nt47" seems like all the good times are long gone. Which leaves me extremely bored with maintaining this online persona.

I don't know what's next for this whole sideshow.

Guess we will just have to wait....

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Cunt By Larry Patterson

A cunt is a woman that does not think before she speaks. Most cunts are useless in every way. They can't let go of the past. So a cunt tries holding onto old relationships by starting arguments with someone that has moved on. That little bit of false control makes the useless cunt feel important. So anytime the cunt wants that feeling of importance she will start another argument. The cunt is childish. She will try any childish game to get a rise out of someone. Many games will be played. They are really sad. The desperation of a cunt is sad in every way. You can only shake your head at such ignorance. I tend to laugh at the stupidity presented by the cunt.

The End

Larry Patterson

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Tue Oct 22 8:01 Diary of Larry Patterson

I been feeling more fearless these days. People close to me notice a coldness. I don't know really what's going on in my head, my whole thought at the moment is who gives a fuck. I'm not depressed. My whole caring emotion is in the back seat. Like the whores I've been meeting up with fucking daily. This whole month I've been drunk and high. Nothing more than that is going on.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Larry Patterson's Diary Sat Oct 19 2013

I opened up a new website for my poetry. I'm pretty happy about the whole thing. This poetry thing is working out pretty good. Meeting some awesome people between the drinking and writing. Well mainly just women, guess my charm is working. I been pretty manic lately.  I've also been pretty damn lucky. Feel like the world is mine and mine alone. I'm not worried cause with the manic high around the corner will come depression soon enough. That always humbles me out. After last night I do feel pretty unstoppable. Nothing like two women fighting for what's between my legs to raise my confidence. I enjoy being treated like a king. Can't really think of much more that needs said. Things are going good for once.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Bluebird By Larry Patterson


Bluebird By Larry Patterson

There’s a dead bluebird in my heart
that wanted to get out
but I was too rough for him
I said die mother fucker, nobody can know you’re in there.
I’m not going to let you be seen.
I’m going to kill you!
So, I pour wine and whiskey on you and let you burn
and feed you pills
than inhale marijuana smoke
and the sluts
and druggies
and bartenders
never know that he’s in there.
There was a bluebird in my heart but he’s dead.
I was to rough for him.
He died a bit every day.
He was to kind for this cruel world.
I couldn’t let him out.
So, the blue bird dies a bit.
Travels my heart going nowhere.
Wanting so much that’s not here.
So it keeps flying no where.
Dieing there in my heart forever.
I never got to let him out.
So, I weep a bit….

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Words Like Knives Poem By Larry Patterson

My words are like knives.
Piercing the flesh, into the soul.
Into the hole already in your heart.
It heals, touch me.
Hold me.
I'm real.
Feel my love.
The cold steel.
Once removed, will heal.
Kissing the wounds.
Sewing the soul.
Grab me!
No tears.
I'll take away all the fears, so love.

The End

Larry Patterson 

Monday, October 14, 2013

Soggy Love Note Poem By Larry Patterson

Underneath all the chemicals is a good man.
He hides inside of a bottle screaming.
He writes you a letter after it's empty.
Sticks it inside of the glass bottle.
Hoping you get it. The letter say's
I'm sorry. It say's I love you....
The waves smash this bottle into rocks.
The glass breaks apart like our love.
The paper was wet before touching water.
Soggy from my tears, it enters the water.
Disintegrating into small pieces, like our love.
Into small memories I've held onto.
The memory of when I've held onto you all night.
That paper is gone,
our memories will live on.
Even when you're gone.
I will still hold on.
I will go on.
You'll always have a piece of my heart.
You had it from the start.
You'll have it in the end.
Even when you tossed it away early.
In the trash a world of love wastes away.
You'll never notice it inside of there.
What you had was rare.
Even diamonds are rough when first found.
I was never cut, only by past hurt.
After being polished my soul shines.
It's to late you're not mine.
Now there is a line.
All wanting what you gave up on.
So I'm moving on...

The End

Larry Patterson