Month: September 2021

A word on hope from a realist…

guardiandogg2 Comments

Is it delusional or a contradiction to be hopeful even when it seems the words I write will they sing or fall flat on the ground and expose me for the hack I believe myself to be in my lower moments?

A bit of a long question but the answer is maybe I’ll improve. Maybe, I’ll reach that level of professional mastery. I work for the maybe. I write on for the maybe. It’s gotten me further along as writer then focusing on the real bad qualities I have as a writer. I focused on the potential. I focus on the maybe.

In these days that have gone to the doggs. Again, I wonder if maybe I am to dark and relentless in my discontent on being comfortable in pharmaceutical digital dreams and two cups of caffine everyday.

Just to get by. Just to get by. I check myself. I have a hope still. For better days. When the American dream will be done and the American West will make it’s return.

The West of freedom. The West of the Fighting and brave. The West of the defenders of the good, the beautiful, the True.

The West…..

I live in a hopeful expectation. To return to the Western code of shit kicking attitude.

Yes. I dare to hope. Unlikely though it maybe that these vanilla beta bitch dream days will come to an end. I dare to hope but I don’t live in the dream of it. I hope for signs of discontent in my fellow people of the western legacy.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Let’s take Genetically engineered humans, warriors and cyberpunk….part 5

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Chapter 4

Jason

The meeting was packed with well over fifty other spies, agents and assassins from corporations that could afford GEHs. I led the way toward the main stage where the government agents were going to set the bid their masters gave them to present.

I saw a couple of groups we went to toe against once. James 109 from Toyota nodded to me. That fucker killed Jason 1, my predecessor in a gun fight fifteen years ago. I got his ass back though by setting fire to his apartment. It was as close as I could get to him.

Angel flipped him the bird. James smiled. Fucking asshole. We walked on. Rain tried to grab my hand but Swan pushed her back into Tomahawk’s arms. “Knock it the fuck off. We on business bitch.” He said in a dead pan voice and took a position to my right while Angel was to my left.

I looked at Swan. His jaw was set and he had a guard dog look in eyes. He was sizing up rivals while keeping in step with me.

Swan was on alert sensing danger all around and looking for targets. We had just stepped on to the field of battle with dozens of warrior gangs all dominanting for postion or looking for a moment to knock each other off.

The sooner we figured out who we needed to knock off the sooner I would gladly to get the fuck on before my successor number 4 awoke if I was lucky to get a replacement this time.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

My thoughts on to melt the shackle by Bogdan Dragos

guardiandoggLeave a comment

I just read a poem that was a head trip to me. Yes. Yes. I have had the same thoughts as an artist and poet.

No spoilers. Go read and add a like to his shit.

My thoughts. The structure and the flow is rock solid. A bit of a long one but well worth the trip. Lord Dragos was cooking it.

Hmm. I feel inspired.

I’m at my writing space about to begin my two days race of writing. The fucking phone rings. It’s an unknown number.

I have a thought of ignoring it but it might be important. I take the call.

“Hello, congratulations. On the success of your blog. But, don’t you want to take your blog and writing career to the next level?”

Holy shit. Why did I answer the call?

“Ah yeah.”

“Well. I’ve got a deal for you. A 2 million dollar contract with a mansion and 5’5 shorty included. All you need to do is delete all your books on your hard drive, give up on writing 40 books before you turn 40 and write about dick pills and porn movies and-“

“Eat shit and die alone bitch.”

I hang up the phone and block that bitch’s number from my phone. Fucking people always trying to fuck me over on my days off. Every mother fucking time.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Let’s take Genetically engineered humans, warriors and cyberpunk….part 4

guardiandogg3 Comments

Chapter 3

Angel

I’m sitting next to Jason in his ride while the crew were in the back of the truck. Rain and Tomahawk were talking shit and complaining about the company getting tired of us while groping each other.

Swan was the only one quiet. He was looking through his old detapad. I could see him reading old messages and getting up to date on previous missions sense they retired his genetic activation code in the lab and put his body on ice.

Swan glanced up at me. “Why did you change your name?” He asked not in a condescending asshole way.

“I didn’t. They upgraded me to much so Mercy didn’t fit who I am now. So I became Angel.” I said.

Swan grimanced. “Sorry.” He said and meant it. He was like that some times. The silent stoic of our group.

I shook my head. “No need to be. I got a nice pair of tits out of the deal and I’m riding Jason’s dick later.”

Tomahawk hollered with laughter dramaticly. Rain glared at my profile. Jason was silent. Swan grinned.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

I looked at Jason. He was staring at the road.

“Central Parklands. The corporations agents are all having a meeting about the government’s plans for a bid on contract. We’re not in the auction though for the bid. We’re on inteligence gathering on possible big targets.”

Swan snorted. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“We’re scoping out the competition for warrior contracts for the gov. We need to know our enemy and knock down a few strong contenders.” I explained.

Swan smiled. “Sounds like fun.”

Jason nodded. “It is that but we have to get there on time when everybody is accounted for at the meeting.”

Swan nodded. “Pick up some speed Big brother. It’s midnight ain’t a soul on the road but Jackels and hockers. Nobody will say a word if you knock off a Jackel or two.”

Jason nodded and gave his truck some gas.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Paycheck the story vs Paycheck the movie

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Some writer or blogger or YouTuber probably has addressed this shit but…they weren’t named guardiandogg. Let’s go! Spoiler alert!

Okay I finished the short story. This is my conclusion.

Pause.

Paycheck the movie deals with time, the government and American freedoms and rights being taken away and a solution to becoming protected against this is…

What?

The corporation is the greater evil in relation to the government vs the corporation. One should take down the corporation and then take your girl and hide from the government.

Now. I still love that movie. I like the ending in part. But…that ain’t the conclusion the written story Paycheck leaves me.

Holy shit.

Paycheck the written story. The conclusion I am left with I agree to in part. Jennings does not like the uncertainty of being a worker for a corporation that would easily sell him out or allow him to be taken by the government that has taken his freedoms, can hold him and possibly kill him if he doesn’t obey or even if he obeys.

The government has taken all his freedoms and he is one man alone. He has no means of having a wall between him and the government. But, for one wall. The last wall. The corporation.

Being an individual citizen in the United States of America means shit if the constitution is ignored or people in power ignore or water it down with bullshit laws but ownership of a corporation, having a family and legacy can secure your future against the government if you position yourself rightly.

I am left with a conclusion also that there will be a moment a revolution against the government. The people will raise up and fight the government.

Na’aw son. Miss me with that shit. The cyberpunk future I live in is over populated with beta bitch simps and cowards out for the bag plugged into the American dream that comes on tv or Netflix everyday on their subscription feed.

People don’t really want to fight the system. They want to ignore the fact we are becoming slaves to the machine so they can watch porn and work their job. People would gladly trade freedom for comfort because real freedom requires you to start making some fucking spears to kill the mother fucking bear. (The Edge, 1990s.)

Final thoughts…

Phillp K. Dick. Son of bitch saw this shit coming. Look for all intents and purposes this is the cyberpunk future. We are living in it. Just not the 1980s version bladerunner flying cruisers shit. Corporations are almost on pair with countries in power. The line between the Corporations and the government is blurry.

People really do believe that CCN, FoxNews and every other propaganda mouth piece are just companies that might lean one way or other for money, mindshare and trust. No. These are tools for distraction, disinterest, disinformation against freedom of thought and liberation of the mind.

The story isn’t so much a mindfuck as it is a tame piece of excellent storytelling about the current days that have gone to the doggs.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Outlasting the dumbasses

guardiandoggLeave a comment

The sun is just hinting to raise at the hour I write this post and am set to sail on to work and the unknown of the day.

I am careful of my steps. Wishing to past these days by planning ahead of the tide of idiots and dumbasses in charge of seats of power and the fucking power grind.

They’ll pass me by. I’ll push on to meet the next coming storms and ride the waves of these unsteady times meant to test my metal and fortitude.

Already my glasses are chipped at the sides. Just got em less then a few months ago out of this year.

The waves come crashing on me in likely moments. I keep going. I keep swimming against the tide.

Fuck it. I need to invest in a surf board at this point so I can at least get some Fun & Exercise out of this shit.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Storytelling greats….Count Dunkula

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Holy amaze balls.

I just love how he can convey the amazing structure and flow of real stories in such a classic bardic fashion.

He doesn’t just tell you some shit that happened. He conveys to you the history and the human weirdness of it all with his full body and emotions.

That’s why I think of him as a true modern-day bard of the old school fashion.

History isn’t boring to him it is a series of weird stories and events that deserve to be told, to be remembered because the people mattered, the lessons mattered, and shit makes for a weird ass entertaining videoes to watch.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Let’s take Genetically engineered humans, warriors and cyberpunk….part 3

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Chapter 2

Jason

Angel and I headed to the room where Tomahawk and Rain were supposed to wake up together. I couldn’t find Rembrandt’s name or room number on the list which meant either his dna code was deleted or he was replaced. Either way I was screwed out of a strong warrior I knew.

I heard fighting inside. Shit. I took off running down the hallway. The door was locked. I pounded on the door.

“Knock the shit off. We got a meeting to get to.”

I heard grunts and curses and shit thrown at the wall as they either ignored me or couldn’t hear me. I was shoved aside by a dude in a warriors jacket. He had dirty blond hair and was working at the digital lock with a weird blue switch blade.

He gave me a wink. Memory hit me. It wasn’t mean. It was my 1st memory of the first clone.

“Swan!? What the fuck?! I thought they terminated you for good.” I said.

Swan was working the lock half ignoring me. “Complicated story Jason. Rembrandt won’t be with us today. I’m replacing him. The big bosses are pissy about the last run. We fail this time. We’re all screwed. What’s the plan?”

I checked the back of his right ear. He had two bomps. Shit. Rembrandt out meant we had to adjust to alot now. “We got a meeting tonight and a mission.”

Swan nodded. “Alright. I’ll take Tomahawk. You take Rain. Whose your woman?” He asked.

“I’m not his anything.” Angel said. “I’m Angel, remember.”

Swan looked at her and snorted. “Holy shit. Look at those tits and attitude. What happened to Mercy?”

Angel put her fists at her hips. Showing off her impressive athletic figure and nice tits.”I’m the upgrade. I’ll take Rain. Jason will do the talking. He’s got communication upgrades and empathic personality traits now to match his large dick of course.”

I gave her a side glance. “Later for your ass when I have the time and a table.”

Angel smiled. “I’m holding you to your word.”

Swan shook his head. “Fucking hell. Everyone is getting laid but me. Oh here we go.” He said and the door opened.

Swan took off inside with Angel racing inside ahead of me. Swan grabbed a naked Tomahawk with silver green eyes and bronze skin and slammed him up against the wall and Angel took hold of Rain 6’1 dark raven hair beauty. She fought Angel catching her with kick to stomach before Angel picked her and flipped her over like a coin and slamming Rain down to the floor with a knee to her back.

“Alright assholes. We don’t have time for you two assholes to be fucking all day. We got a mission.”

Rain snarled at me. “We weren’t fucking this asshole was trying to force me. I wasn’t cheating on you. Kill this fucker for me, baby.” She bullshited to me.

Tomahawk laughed at her. “Lying already. Your the one that fixed the door with your computer shit.”

“Bitch. Dream on. Jason. You believe me right?”

Holy shit.

“We don’t got time for this shit.” I said. “Save this bullshit for later. We have to move. We’re short on time and I’m trying to keep you assholes from full termination. Get your shit together.”

Tomahawk and Rain went silent. I waved for Angel and Swan to let them up.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

I’m re-reading Paycheck. Wow. Just wow.

guardiandoggLeave a comment

I ordered a book collection of Philip K Dick stories with one story as the title of the collection…

Paycheck.

I’m amazed about how much I have forgotten about the story and how much I remembered but reading it now and have a brief read through the other stories I am floored.

The flow of the plot my dude. Is fast paced and straight into it. No. Bullshit.

It’s the way I want to write my short stories. Just straight into no bullshit to slow the shit down. I want the story to be a page turner.

That’s what Paycheck is. The writing. The world. I love the way he just writes about science fiction bullshit being normal for the world the character lives and breaths in.

Plot.

I really need to work on it. The way PKD is writing it just feels like an action movie.

No bullshit. Straight flow from one page to the next. The mystery unfolds as you see the character handle rocks or bullets coming at him.

I love it.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Let’s take Genetically engineered humans, warriors and cyberpunk….part 2

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Chapter 1

Angel

I sat in the hospital bed after wondering several seconds why I was there. I still had my leather vest and jeans on. But, my boots and my fucking detapad was gone. Wait a minute what day was it?

I got up and looked around until I found the date and message about the day, date, year.

Tuesday June, 6th 2075

Shit bricks. The meeting.

I needed to get the fuck out of here.

The door slid open Jason came in checked out my chest for a second before he handed me a plastic bag filled with my shit.

I took the bag as I sat down on the bed and started putting on my boots.

I put my detapad away in my vest pocket and noticed Jason still looking at my tits.

I snapped my fingers at his face. “Why the fuck did they wake us up this late. The meeting is in six hours? That still only leaves us, what? Twenty-four hours to still wrap up everything before they terminate us.”

“We’ll make the meeting.” He said simply.

There was something in his voice. I checked the back of my right ear. Three bumps. Damn it. Whatever. Wait a minute. This was a second chance opportunity. I opened my vest flashing Jason my tits. “You still interested?”

Jason took out his detapad and took a picture of me. I frowned at him.

“What’s that for?”

“To remind myself to get a piece of your ass after we complete the mission or it’ll be a message for my next clone. Let’s go, Angel.”

I jumped off the bed grabbing his ass as we left the room.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Two days…..

guardiandoggLeave a comment

I got two days of work on my big book project.

Two days of work.

Two days and over 30,000 plus words to go for a finished project.

Now it’s back to the grind. A whole new work week. A new set of goals to complete.

I count down to the work days. Two days roughly is what I need. Two days just digging the hole to a finished product. No. A finished tale.

Life. Time. It’s by so fast. It goes by like a blink to me now. Goals. I focus on the goals and putting in the words and work because to me matters.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg