The night I was born Folks was the night I died. As my brethren cast my body into the lake of Fire and Knowledge I was baptized. One with my nation by my Kings blessed. With a Pitchfork in my hand and a Six on my chest. Others will speak my name and know the name of Death. I live by the Nations laws, die by the Disciples Creed. Loyal to my Nation, loyal to my breed. The day my Flag falls then so does my body fall. But my Nation will always stand in the shine of the Six. All is One, One is All!
As I pray to God and all the best, when I am dead and gone tell my Folks to put me to rest.I will leave this earth so let things be well, I am a loyal Folk in heaven or hell.Life on this earth was evil to me, so when I lay down just put me to rest with a Six Point Star and two shotguns laid upon my chest. B.O.S.S.
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(FOLK$)
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1 STAFF: MONEY, MACK, MURDER
2 SWORD: DEATH BEFORE DISHOUNER
3 FIRE: ETERNAL LIFE
4 CROWN: FOR OUR KINGS, DAVID, HOOVER AND SHORTY
5 HORNS: BRAVERY ON THE PATH TO BETTER GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT
6 TAIL: FOR ALL REPRESSED 3RD WORLD BLACK AND LATINO NATIONS
7 WINGS: FLY HIGH, BE PROUD AND NEVER DESEND UPON THE EARTH
8 HEART: ETERNAL LOVE FOR ALL BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF THE STRUGGLE
9 STAR: EDUCATION, ECONOMICS, POLITICAL, ORGANIZATION, SOCIAL DEVELOPMENT, UNITY
1. Your Mother = Queen Sheeba
2. Your Farther = KinG David
3. How Many Brick Are There onfiltered= 6,666
4. Whats Under Your Pillow = A Blue FlaG And A Glass Of Water
5. Whats In Your Closet = A Dead Slob With A ShotGun , With A Case Of Shells
6. Who Should You Save If My House Was BurninG ...... Should It Be My Mother , My FlaG , Or My Book Of Knowledge = Neither Because My Mom Has WinGs To Fly Out / My FlaG Should Always Be In My RIGHT Pocket / And Your Book Of Knowledge Should Be In Your HEAD
1 KinG David Barksdale = KinG Over The Whole Nation
2 Queen Sheeba = Queen Over Whole Nation IncludinG Tha QGD's - Queen Gangsta Disciples
3 Governor RED = Governor Over Tha Nation
4 Prince Peter Paul = Prince Over BGD = Black Gangsta Disciples
5 Prince Don Durkey = Prince Over IGD = Insane Gangsta Disciples
6 Prince Freeman Shorty Mac = Prince & KinG Over BD = Black Disciples
7 Prince Larry Hoover = Prince Over GD = Gangsta Disciples
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GD
GD is Gangsta Disciple, shortened from Black Gangsta Disciple, the Chicago based organization that has reached far deep in the south, east coast and out west. It is the realest of the real , because of our loyalty to structure in the organization, i say organization because gang belittles the nation..GDN...6^
GD.."all is one but all is not well"
Gangster Disciples or also Growth and Development, a Chicago based organization that came out of the Black Devil Disciples and the Supreme Gangsters, at that time it was known as BGD but then later on they dropped the B and were just GD
"Gangsta Disciple," a.k.a. "Growth&Developm ent":
A wise man(human being) who follows his life as a Gangsta;
A member of the Gangsta Disciple Nation(To Represent: flag colors=Blue+Black;Hat or anything that can be is cocked to the right; pitchforks up; Under the Six Point Star of King David);
A wise man(human being) who follows that which is real;
A wise man(human being) who follows himself in order to walk with and help his fellow African Americans;
A wise man(human being) who follows the truth and not that which something seems nor temtations;
A wise man who will ride(be with you through thick and thin) for his fellow African Americans no matter what;
Not a snitch;
One who shows his love;
One who shows his loyalty;
"GD has become a catchphrase to some people and they seem to have lost what the authentic meaning of gangs(.) are One of the largest organizations in America. Commonly mistaken as a street gang, but is actually an organization dedicated to the betterment of its members. Far from an organization of KKK-like members, Folk Nation is a nationwide family of brothers that discourages the typical street gang mentality, including the use of addictive substances. Folk Nation is a very strict organization, and there is much information you are required to know in order to become and remain a member.
folks are a family, not some "gang" we are an orginazation. one that utilizes growth and development, education, politics, social development, and education just to name a few. as we stand upon our 6 point stance together we stand divided we fall. 6 poppin jive droppin. this is not for the weak hearted, love your 6rother as you love yourself. stay true as we walk that y.6.r. 974 till the day i die
6 poppin jive droppin keep your flag flyin the 6 on your chest and your fork in your heart. insane gangsta disciple till the day i die r.i.p. king david
PEACE TO THE SIX, DEATH TO DREAD, LAY BLUE ROSE PEDDLES ACCROSS MY DEATH BED. RAISE THE STAFFS, DROP THE CAIN LET OUR RIVALS DIE IN PAIN. PRAISE THE SIX, FUCK THE FIVE, RAGTOWN 11.9 WHEN YOU SEE IT FLY WHITE DOVE, WHEN IT'S OVER CALL IT FOLK LOVE!
ASHES TO ASHES
DUST TO DUST
IN DAT 6 WE TRUST
IN DAT 5 WE BUST
KILL A SLOB GET A PRIZE
KILL A FOLK YOUR WHOLE FAMILY
DIES
G'Z UP B'Z DOWN
the history
The History of the Gangster Disciples begins with Larry Hoover, who entered and rose through the ranks of the Chicago gang circuit in the 1960s and took control of the gang in 1974 by leading a series of increasingly powerful alliances. He ended up running the gang from prison until he was transferred to a higher security wing in the 1990s. Larry Hoover was born in Jackson, Mississippi on November 30, 1950. He moved to Chicago with his family in 1955. At the age of 16, Hoover joined a gang of 50 older youths called the Supreme Gangsters, including Quadarrus Mosely, Larry Hoover's brother-in-law.[citation needed]. They hung around the corner of 68th and Green Street in the impoverished Englewood neighborhood, on the South Side of Chicago where Hoover lived. Hoover was kicked out of high school on the first day of his sophomore year, in 1965, after being shot in the thigh by a rival gang member[citation needed].
[edit] 1967: Hoover Joins the Supreme Gangsters of Chicago
Eventually, Hoover became the leader of the Supreme Gangsters. In 1967 Hoover and his Supreme Gangsters overcame the King Cobras, who outnumbered the Supreme Gangsters, and Hoover caused most of the Cobras to join his gang of SGs[citation needed]. Eventually Hoover was able to organize the Gangster Nation, an alliance of sorts, which consisted of several different gangs in the Englewood neighborhood including The Supreme Gangsters (the father/main branch of the 'nation') and the Imperial Gangsters[citation needed].
[edit] 1960s: David Barksdale creates the Disciple Nation
David Barksdale, another South Side-based gang leader Jerome"King Shorty"Freeman, created the Disciple Nation consisting of his Devil's Disciples street gang (the main branch of the 'nation'), the Falcon Disciples and others. During this time, Barksdale also controlled three other lesser gangs.[citation needed]
[edit] 1963: Name changes during gang mergers
In 1963 Barksdale changed the name of the Disciple Nation to the Black Disciples. The Black Disciples and the Gangster Nation were two separate alliances that were similar to the present day Folk Nation alliance. Before an individual gang could become a part of the Gangster Nation or Black Disciples, they had to alter their names to reflect membership in the alliance[citation needed]. To be a part of the Disciple Nation, a street gang had to adopt the last name of Disciple (although there were exceptions like the Black Souls, West Side Cobras, and Del Vikings)[citation needed]. Likewise, to be a part of the Gangster Nation, a gang had to adopt the last name of Gangster
During the late 1960s the Gangster Nation was growing but still lagged behind the development of the Black Disciples and the Blackstone Rangers. However, Barksdale and Hoover had a powerful alliance. Jeff Fort, who was the leader of the Blackstone Rangers at that time, invited Larry Hoover to absorb his Gangster Nation into the Blackstones and offered Hoover the position of Ambassador, which was a much lesser position than the position Hoover held as Leader of the Gangster Nation[citation needed]. Fort offered to rename the Gangster Nation to the Gangster Stones, but Hoover declined this offer. Instead, Hoover and Barksdale combined forces and created the Black Gangster Disciple Nation(BGDN) in 1969[citation needed]. The BGDN was at that time an alliance and not a gang. The Black Disciples were separate, and the Gangs that joined the BGDN Alliance had their independence--similar to the Supreme Gangsters and the gangs that joined the Gangster Nation in the 60s. The BGDN was essentially one entity because the president, David Barksdale, and the vice president, Larry Hoover, worked together constantly, acting as one "nation."
Right before the BGDN was formed there was the BGD which was the Black Gangsters Disciples which Larry Hoover started. He changed the name of the Gangster Nation to the Black Gangster Disciples and soon expanded throughout the South Side. During this time right before the merger in 1969, the BGDs and the BDs were at war. So Barksdale and Hoover became enemies in the late 1960s.
[edit] Early 1970s: BGDN enters the drug trade
When the BGDN was formed the wars ended and they instead combined forces in an attempt to eliminate the Blackstone Rangers. However, their ultimate goal was to form a coalition that would dominate the illegal drug trade. Soon gang members were either using drugs, or profiting from the selling of drugs. These illegal activities caused a great degree of social (and financial) instability in the communities effected by the influx of gangs and drugs. Eventually the BGDN was engrossed in the drug trade. More tragedy would soon befall the BGDN in the early 70s.
[edit] 1973: Larry Hoover sentenced to prison; appointed president of BGDN
In 1973 Larry Hoover was sentenced to a life sentence on November 5, 1973 for murder. Joshua Shaw was the witness to testify against Hoover who claimed he saw Hoover and Antonio Strong Sr. kidnap William Young from 69th and Wentworth, Later Young was found shot dead in an alley way at 6814 S. Lowe on February 26th, 1973. Young was said to have stolen drugs from the BGDN's drug supply because Young was an addict. Howard and Hoover were given 150-200 year sentences each. Then in 1974 David Barksdale died of Kidney failure that was caused by complications from a gunshot wound that Barksdale suffered in a 1969 attempt on his life by an 11.9. Afterward a new president needed to be appointed and it was to be between Hoover or Jerome "Shorty" Freeman.
It was decided that Hoover should be the new President. Two years later in 1976, Freeman disbanded from the BGDN to make the Black Disciples a separate organization.
[edit] Hoover asserts BGD influence while in prison
It was very frustrating for law enforcement when they saw how the BGDs were still functioning full force and making massive profits on the streets and still growing in numbers even with Hoover in prison. However, Hoover's exploits were not limited to the streets. While incarcerated at Pontiac prison in Illinois, Hoover incited an inmate riot that resulted in three dead correctional officers. No disciplinary action was taken against Hoover, due to lack of cooperation from his fellow gang members in testifying against him.
The second great showing of power was Hoover's creation of Folk Nation. At this point, the BGDN was one street gang and not an alliance like it was in the 60s; therefore, Hoover wanted to create a new alliance that would unify several street gangs.
[edit] Tense relations between Hoover's Folk Nation and Freeman's spinoff Black Disciples
Because of their past relations with the BGDs the Black Disciples joined the Folks Nation, as did the newly formed Black Gangsters that were a break away gang that used to be part of the BGD prior to 1978. The Satan Disciples joined Folk because they were related to the Black Disciples. The Latin Disciples joined because they formed an alliance with the BGDs earlier in the 70s. Then all the gangs that were in the U.L.O (United Latino Organization) with the Latin Disciples joined Folks: Imperial Gangsters, Latin Eagles, and Spanish Cobras. The Spanish Cobras good friends the Orchestra Albanies joined Folks that year because Cobras did. Hoover then offered Simon City Royals a good business proposition if the Royals joined Folks; therefore the Royals joined Folks and they got their closest allies the North Side Insane Popes to join Folks too. Two Six also joined Folks that year. Hoover had absorbed some of Chicago's biggest and fastest growing gangs. In the early 1980s, the Folk nation expanded and took in several other gangs. By this time the BGDs had opened up sets on the North Side of Chicago they even opened up a Latino faction known as the Spanish Gangsters Disciples. Throughout the 1980s Hoover held together the Folk nation while incarcerated behind prison walls as the BGDN recruited more and more members and opened up more and more sets all around Chicago and into the suburbs.
[edit] 1990s: Interalliance wars between BDs and BGDs; Gangster Disciples forms
In 1991 the BGDs and the BDs started shooting at each other which started an interalliance war. This war set a violent example for all gangs under the Folk nation, and subsequently several interalliance wars broke out within the Folk Nation. Also the BGDs went to war with the Black Gangsters too which caused the Black Gangsters to sever all ties and even leave the Folk alliance. During the month of August in the year 1991 when the BGDs and BDs went to war, the BGDs were so angry with the Black Disciples that they dropped the letter B from their initials which mean they were no longer known as the Black Gangster Disciples but now known as the Gangsters Disciples or GD or GDN. Also in the early 1990s the GDs became the largest street gang in Chicago. The power of the Gangsters Disciples was so great that they were bringing in millions of dollars from drug profits alone
more to come
G.D. Prayer
If i die, $how no pity
Bkurry me in gang$ta city
Place the 6 pnt. $tar acr0$$ my che$t
Tell King Hoover I did my be$t
Place the 3 pnt. crown upon me head
Tell King David, another de$ciple is dead....
REDLAKE HISTORY
The Red Lake Indian Reservation is located in the northern Minnesota counties of Beltrami and Clearwater, 30 miles (48 km) north of Bemidji. There are four districts within the reservation which include Red Lake, Redby, Ponemah and Little Rock.
During the French period of the fur trade, the Dakota had a major village at Red Lake. It was around 1796 that the Ojibwe settled along with the British North West Co. and a fur trading post established in 1806.
The Red Lake Band, through treaties and agreements in 1863 (amended 1864), 1889, 1892, 1904, and 1905 gave up land but never ceded the main reservation surrounding Lower Red Lake and a portion of Upper Red Lake. This unceded land is spoken of as the "diminished" reservation and "aboriginal" land. It is 407,730 acres (1,650 km2). In addition, there are 229,300 acres (928 km2) of surface water area on both the lakes.
Tribal leadership during the late 1800s and early 1900s skillfully resisted allotment legislation and held the land intact for the Tribe as a whole. Today the Tribe's Independence Day, July 6 is in honor of the courage of their chiefs in resisting allotment during the negotiations of the 1889 Nelson Act. Only one other tribe in the United States also resisted allotment, the Warm Springs Tribe in Oregon. When land that had been ceded but not sold was returned after 1934, this restored land amounted to 156,696 acres (634 km2). It included 70% of the Northwest Angle of Minnesota, as well as lands scattered between the reservation and the Canadian border. The total land area controlled by the Tribe, 564,426 acres (2,284 km2), is about the size of Rhode Island. The land is located in nine different counties. The Tribe has jurisdiction to regulate hunting and fishing on the original, diminished lands, and the ceded lands that were returned. The remainder of the ceded areas, not held by the Tribe, is under state jurisdiction.
The tribal government has full sovereignty over the reservation, subject only to federal legislation specifically intended to deal with Red Lake, which makes it a "closed" reservation. The Tribe has the right to limit who can visit or live on the reservation. It has never been subject to State law. The Red Lake tribe withdrew in 1918 from the General Council for the Chippewa, intended to bring all Ojibwe into one tribal structure, and continued to maintain its own identity separate from the Minnesota Chippewa Tribes (MCT). There are many legal and program differences between Red Lake and the other state reservations. The Tribe has its own constitution providing for elected officials representing the four reservation districts and a participating council of hereditary chiefs. While the federal government is responsible for major criminal matters, as specified in federal law, the Tribe has jurisdiction in all other criminal matters. Its court has full jurisdiction over civil and family court matters. In 1997, the Tribe began administering its own programs under a Self-Governance Contract with the BIA. The police became a tribal responsibility at that time.
The reservation completely surrounds Lower Red Lake, the State's largest lake, and includes a major portion of Upper Red Lake, the State's fourth largest lake. Bemidji, the closest city, is 30 miles (48 km) to the south. Thief River Falls is over 70 miles (110 km) west. The land is slightly rolling and heavily wooded, with 337,000 acres (1,360 km2) of commercial forestland under management. There are lakes, swamps, peat bogs, and prairies, with some land on the western side suitable for farming. The main population areas are in Beltrami and Clearwater counties.
The four reservation communities are the towns of Red Lake, Redby, Ponemah, and Little Rock. Red Lake is the location of the tribal headquarters, a renovation of what was once the Red Lake Hospital in 1996. The tribal court, the BIA Agency office, Red Lake Schools, (K-12th grades, operates as a regular state public school) are located in Red Lake. Ponemah has a K-8th grade school and a Headstart School. St. Mary’s Mission also operates a 1-6th grade school. Other facilities located in Red Lake are a modern IHS/CHS hospital, the Jourdain/Perpich Extended Care Facility for the elderly, the Elderly Nutrition Program for nutrition and activities for the elderly, a new Criminal Justice Center, the Headstart Center, a new Fitness Center, and the new Red Lake Nation College. Other community buildings include the Humanities Building that houses the Seven Clans Casino-Red Lake, the Red Lake Nation College, a new Fitness Center, a new bank and other recreational and group facilities. The main powwow grounds are north of the Humanities Center, and Ponemah also has an expanded powwow arena.
Redby, also on the south shore of Lower Red Lake, is further east and five miles (8 km) from Red Lake. During the logging era, Redby was the town at the end of the railroad line. A small amount of Indian land went into private ownership at that time. A dozen property tax payers remain. Redby has a community center–which also houses the Food Distribution Program–Red Lake Fisheries, a Forestry Greenhouse and tree nursery, Red Lake Industries, Red Lake Custom Doors, the Whitefeather-Moe Technical Training Center, an adolescent group home and a chemical dependency treatment facility, two Indian owned and two non-Indian owned stores–all of which serve food–a non-Indian owned garage, and a water bottling plant that no longer is in business.
Ponemah, near the end of the peninsula separating Upper and Lower Red Lakes, is the home of very traditional members. It has a community center, a K-8th grade school, Head Start, a health clinic, programs for elders, a new Fitness Center, a grocery store and laundry facility, one Indian owned store, and renovations of their powwow grounds took place in 1994.
The Little Rock area is to the west of Red Lake. It has a community center, a health station, a cattle and buffalo farm, two Indian-owned stores, numerous pine plantations managed by Red Lake’s Department of Natural Resources, and is also the physical location of Red Lake Net News.
Red Lake is the first reservation in Minnesota to build an archives-library program to preserve tribal records and historical material. Employment on the reservation is, however, somewhat limited, resulting in high unemployment rates. Expanding the economic base has high priority. Governmental services provide employment. Timber management, operating a tree nursery for replanting, and logging provide some employment. Fishing with gillnets used to also provide some employment, until a moratorium had to be placed on the lake because of a declining fish population. A farm was purchased on the southwest corner of the reservation in 1994 and the Tribe has continued with its paddy rice operation. A pilot project to grow cranberries was started in 1997. Gravel is also sold commercially.
The reservation has its own Department of Public Safety, ambulance service, fire department and sanitation service. Solid waste disposal is done at a recycling, incineration facility, SWIScorp, in Thief River Falls. The Tribe has a 20% ownership of the operation. Red Lake Builders, tribally-owned, does reservation building, road construction, and other construction work off the reservation. In 1987, the Tribal Red Lake Retail Center was built in Red Lake village. It offers a grocery store, a laundrymat facility, and houses the new branch office of Deerwood Bank. Indian-owned stores sell groceries, gasoline, auto parts and repair, hardware, a take-out food shop, and video store. There is also a retail center at Ponemah with groceries and gasoline, as well as a laundrymat which is a tribally operated business.
The Tribe has three casino operations–7 Clans Casino-Red Lake, Thief River Falls and Warroad–built on trust land funded and managed by the Tribe. There is a modest operation in the Humanities Center in Red Lake that is also a bingo hall. 7 Clans Casino-Thief River Falls is located eight miles (13 km) south of Thief River just off Highway 59 and is currently the largest of all three gaming facilities with a hotel, two restaurants, and a water park. 7 Clans-Warroad is the second largest. Although not attached to the Warroad facility, Red Lake also owns a new restaurant situated a block away, as well as the Super 8 Motel.
[edit] Communities
There are four reservation communities.
Red Lake: Home of the Tribal Government and several tribal programs and businesses. There is a modern IHS hospital, the Jourdain/Perpich Extended Care Facility for the elderly, and others. Community buildings include the Humanities Center that houses the Red Lake College, a swimming pool and other recreational and group facilities. There is a new Boys and Girls club and powwow grounds. A headstart, elementary, middle and high school operated by the state of Minnesota is located in Red Lake.
Redby: Located five miles (8 km) east of Red Lake. Several tribal businesses are located in Redby along with some tribal programs including an adolescent group home and a chemical dependency treatment facility.
Ponemah: Located near the end of the peninsula where Upper and Lower Red Lakes are joined. Ponemah, (also known as Obashing) because of its relative isolation, practices many of the old traditions and culture. It has a community center, an elementary school, Head Start, a health clinic, programming for elders, and powwow grounds.
Little Rock: Located five miles (8 km) west of Red Lake.
[edit] Geography
According to the United States Census Bureau, the CDP has a total area of 13.4 mi² (34.7 km²), of which 13.0 mi² (33.6 km²) is land and 0.4 mi² (1.1 km²), 3.06%, is water.
[edit] Demographics
As of the census[1] of 2000, there were 1,430 people, 400 households, and 320 families residing in the CDP. The population density was 110.2/mi² (42.5/km²). There were 421 housing units at an average density of 32.4² (12.5/km(). The racial makeup of the CDP was 1.82% White, 0.28% Black or African American, 97.69% Native American, 0.07% from other races, and 0.14% from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 1.47% of the population.
There were 400 households out of which 49.0% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 24.5% were married couples living together, 42.0% had a female householder with no husband present, and 20.0% were non-families. 18.3% of all households were made up of individuals and 4.3% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 3.53 and the average family size was 3.88.
In the CDP the population was spread out with 44.1% under the age of 18, 12.0% from 18 to 24, 24.1% from 25 to 44, 15.6% from 45 to 64, and 4.3% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 21 years. For every 100 females there were 94.0 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 84.3 males.
The median income for a household was $23,224, and the median income for a family was $20,800. Males had a median income of $22,257 versus $22,431 for females. The per capita income for the CDP was $8,787. About 36.8% of families and 36.4% of the population were below the poverty line, including 42.8% of those under the age of 18 and 44.4% of those 65 and older.
REDLAKE RESERVATION SHOOTING
Jeffrey James Weise (August 8, 1988 – March 21, 2005) was a Native American high school student who murdered nine people and injured five others in a shooting spree on March 21, 2005. Weise first murdered his grandfather and grandfather's companion at his home, and later killed five students, an unarmed security guard, and a teacher at Red Lake Senior High School in Red Lake, Minnesota. The shooting ended with Weise committing suicide.
Weise was avid on the Internet, leaving posts on websites such as nazi.org, offering public insight into his thoughts and the hardships in his life that led to his depression and fascination with dark imagery in the months and years prior to the shooting.
Jeff Weise was a 16-year-old Ojibwa Native American who lived on the Red Lake Indian Reservation in north-central Minnesota with his paternal grandfather – Daryl Allen "Dash" Lussier, Sr. He had originally lived on the Red Lake reservation with his father until 1992, when Weise went to live with his mother in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area.
His father, Daryl Allen "Baby Dash" Lussier, Jr., had committed suicide in July 1997 after a day-long police standoff on the Red Lake reservation.[2] The senior Lussier had tried to intervene in the event, but failed to bring the standoff to a peaceful end. Jeff's mother, Joanne Weise, was allegedly a violent alcoholic. She suffered severe brain damage in an alcohol-related car accident in March 1999,[2] and was forced to live in a nursing home in Minneapolis. At the time of the accident, Jeff was living with his mother and two aunts (Tammy Lussier and Shauna Leann Lussier), but was forced to return to the Red Lake reservation after the accident happened. Weise expressed frustration with being forced to live on the reservation, where he was considered an outsider by many there.
He attempted suicide in May 2004, describing his experience in a post made on the website Above Top Secret:
I had went through a lot of things in my life that had driven me to a darker path than most choose to take. I split the flesh on my wrist with a box opener, painting the floor of my bedroom with blood I shouldn't have spilt. After sitting there for what seemed like hours (which apparently was only minutes), I had the revelation that this was not the path. It was my decision to seek medical treatment, as on the other hand I could have chose to sit there until enough blood drained from my downward lascerations on my wrists to die.
[edit] High school
Weise transferred from Ponemah Elementary School to Red Lake Senior High School in his freshman year. He was remembered as being quiet and withdrawn by those who knew him, and reportedly had a history of troublesome behavior at school. However his social studies teacher Wanda Baxter said, "[Weise] was a good listener like any other ordinary student. He was quiet but never a troublemaker."[3] Another teacher described Weise as "a pretty bright kid, but was lazy when it came to school."[4] According to reports, Weise was frequently bullied, although he usually did not respond to their taunts. He was known to wear a black trench coat and black clothing to school all year round, and was labeled a "Goth kid" by fellow students.[5][6] He was also known to have a notebook into which he drew what has been described by one of his friends as "evil and dark... stuff".[7]
In April 2004, the faculty at Red Lake Senior High School had been warned of someone threatening to "shoot up" the school on April 20, the day of the Columbine High School massacre. Weise was suspected of the threat, and was expelled from public school at the beginning of the following school year. He was later placed in a home-schooling program.
[edit] The massacre
Main article: Red Lake massacre
On March 21, 2005, Weise killed a total of nine people. He first killed 58-year-old Daryl Lussier, Weise's paternal grandfather, and Lussier's girlfriend, 31-year-old Michelle Leigh Sigana. Later he shot and killed seven people at Red Lake Senior High School, including one teacher and a security guard. Five other students were injured in the shooting. After briefly exchanging fire with police officers following the murders, Weise committed suicide.
The incident apparently began at home in the afternoon when Weise killed his grandfather and Sigana. Weise then drove his grandfather's patrol vehicle to the high school, propelling it into the building at around 2:45 p.m. CST. Wearing a reservation-police-issued bulletproof vest, likely taken from the stolen reservation police patrol vehicle, he shot a third victim, a security guard named Derrick Brun, immediately upon arriving at the school.
When the police first arrived, Weise briefly opened fire on them before proceeding into the building. Once inside, he was said to be "waving and smiling" as he shot students at random. An attempt to break into an English classroom was thwarted by a teacher who had taken the precaution of locking the door.
After finally being cornered in a classroom, Weise was believed to have exchanged fire with police officers and injured several of them. However, the police department stated that no officers had received any gunshot wounds. Weise then put the shotgun under his chin, and discharged a single round which killed him instantly. It was later discovered that Weise was shot twice, once in the leg and the other in his right arm, while exchanging gun fire with police.[8]
[edit] Weise and the internet
In online posts, Weise frequently dealt with the subject of zombies, under the pseudonym "Blades11". In a short story he published on the internet in early 2004, titled "Surviving the Dead" [9], he includes a detailed description of a school massacre from a victim's perspective, combining it with the theme of zombies. The story is bloody and crude in content and spelling. Grover's Mill, the town in Weise's story, was the site of the landing of aliens in Orson Welles's version of War of the Worlds. Weise also posted at Above top secret.com [10].
Another website he frequented was The Official Mars Website, the online headquarters for the San Francisco Bay Area Horrorcore rapper Mars, where the users are encouraged to post about music, murder, and suicide on its forums. Weise was described by friends and family as an obsessed fan of both Horrorcore music and Mars.
Weise also created violent Flash animations and posted them on the Internet (including Newgrounds) using the alias "Regret". One animation entitled Target Practice depicts an individual who shoots three people with an assault rifle, blows up a police car with a grenade, then shoots a Ku Klux Klan member. It ends when the character uses a handgun to shoot himself in the head. The animation is accompanied by the sounds of gunfire.
An early reviewer of the animation on Newgrounds wrote, "Umm... ok. Was that like a warning message? Hmm dude you need help badly", to which Weise replied, "Lol, you obviously can't tell the difference between Fantasy and reality. This cartoon was made for nothing more than Random violence, and believe it or not there's an audience out there that this appeals to. So don't try judging my Mental health based upon a simple animation, capisce?" Weise's Newgrounds profile also noted that two of his favorite films were Elephant and Zero Day, which were both based on and inspired by the Columbine High School massacre.
Weise's only other animation on Newgrounds was "Clown," in which a clown devours a young man's head, this scene shown only less than a second (Easily seen by watching frame by frame),[11] although it was considerably less violent than "Target Practice".
Weise is also believed to have posted messages on the Neo-Nazi Internet forum of the Libertarian National Socialist Green Party under the aliases NativeNazi and Todesengel (German for "angel of death"). The posts revealed an admiration for the ideas of Adolf Hitler, and interests in persuading other Native Americans as to the merits of those ideas. He also had a fascination with the swastika. On one occasion, he fought with a pupil whom he referred to as a "Communist".
In one post, dated July 13, 2004, he claimed:
As a result of cultural dominance and interracial mixing there is [sic] barely any full blooded Natives left. Where I live less than 1% of all the people on the Reservation can speak their own language, and among the youth wanting to be black has run rampant...Under a National Socialist government, things for us would improve vastly… and that is why I am pro-Nazi. [12]
Another post read:
I try not to be aggressive in most situations, I'll use force if I have to, but I'm not about to go out and pick a fight. I'm mostly defensive, I'll defend myself if someone tries something but other than that I'm a peaceful person.
The posts were dated eleven months prior to the shooting, and as such it is not yet known if they are entirely relevant in understanding Weise's state of mind.
A LiveJournal account apparently created by Weise contained just three entries from December 2004 through January 2005. The weblog was customized to be rendered in black and white, and Weise expressed feelings in his few writings including a desire for change and salvation.
tweaking
Just one more hit.
Hey I thought you quit.
I gave it a try, but I like the meth high.
I don't face reality or try to deal
And I never worry where I will get my next meal.
I have come to accept this is the life for me.
Put me in jail, I don't like being free.
I don't want to see my family, my kids, or my friends.
Is today the day it will finally all end.
I was doing so good, I was doing so great.
I saw my p.o and I wasn't late.
I went to sleep at night and woke up the next day.
I finally got legitimate pay.
I had a girl I could sit with and just talk.
Until into my mind came a clear little rock.
My new family was laid to rest.
I got a warrant for my dirty drug test.
I moved into a house under surveillance and bugged.
To avoid the thought, I stayed constantly drugged.
A house full of tweaks is not a fun sight.
They are plotting something all day and all night.
What made me go back to my old ways.
I'm seeing shadow people, I haven't slept in days.
I miss how it was, watching movies and eating.
When will I learn to finally stop tweaking.
Meet Mr. and Mrs. Crystal Meth.
I destroy homes – I tear families apart.
I take your children and that’s just a start.
I’m more valued than diamonds, more precious than gold.
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember, I’m easily found.
I live all around you, in school and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor.
I live just down the street and maybe next door.
I’m made in a lab, but not one like you think.
I can be made under the kitchen sink,
In your child’s closet, and even out in the woods.
If this scares you to death, then it certainly should.
I have many names. But there’s one you’ll know best.
I’m sure you’ve heard of me, my name is Crystal Meth.
My power is awesome, try me, you’ll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go.
But if you try me twice, then I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You’ll do what you have to do, just to get high.
The crimes you commit for my narcotic charms,
Will be worth the pleasures you feel in my arms.
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you must feel sad.
Just forget your morals and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from their parents; I take parents from their kids.
I turn people from God, I separate friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride.
I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give up everything, your family, your home.
Your money, your true friend, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and take till you have no more to give.
When I finish with you, you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me, be warned, this is not a game.
If I’m given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravage your body; I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you when you’re lying in bed,
And the voices you’ll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, and the visions from me.
I want you to know these things are gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart
That you are now mine and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me (they always do).
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen.
Many times you’ve been told.
But you challenged my power,
You chose to be bold.
You could have said no and then walked away.
If you could live that day over now, what would you say?
My power is awesome, as I told you before.
I can take your life and make it so dim and sore.
I’ll be your master and you’ll be my slave.
I’ll even go with you when you go to your grave.
Now that you’ve met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.
I can show you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand, let me lead you to Hell
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
*IF*
*YOU*
*ARE*
*N8IVE*
*PUT DIS*
*ON UR*
*VR*
*AND*
*HAVE*
*PRIDE*
*FO SHO*
----♥♥-♥♥----Put This
---♥♥---♥♥---On Your
---♥♥---♥♥---VR If
---♥♥---♥♥---You Know
----♥♥-♥♥----Someone
-----♥♥♥-----Who Died
----♥♥-♥♥----Of
---♥♥---♥♥---CANCER
FRIENDS: Tell you not to do something stupid when drunk
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will post 360 degree security so you dont get caught
FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Call your parents drunk as hell and tell them about the fat chick you tried to pick up
FRIENDS: Hope the night out drinking goes smoothly, and hope that no one is late for the ride home.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Know some wild shit will happen, and set up rally points and an E & E route.
FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will be sitting next to you saying, Damn...that shit was fun "
FRIENDS: Cry with you.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: laugh at you
FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Steal each other " s stuff so often nobody remembers who bought it in the first place.
FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that " s what the crowd is doing.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I"m home!"
FRIENDS: Will try and talk to the bouncer when you get tossed out of the bar.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will buck up and go after the bouncer for touching you on the way out.
FRIENDS: Will wish you had enough money to go out that night, and are sorry you couldn"t come.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will share their last dollar with you, drag you along, and try to steal free drinks all night.
FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you"ve had enough.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, "Bitch, you better drink the rest of that shit, you know we don"t waste. That"s alcohol abuse!!!" HAHAHA
FRIENDS: Want the money they loaned you back next week.
NATIVE*Friends: Can"t begin to remember who owes who money after taking care of each other for so long.
FRIENDS: Will say "I can"t handle Tequila anymore".
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will say "okay, just one more..." and then 2 minutes later "okay, just one more!".
FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will knock them the Fuck out!!
FRIENDS: Will tell you "They"d take a bullet for you."
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will actually take a bullet for you.
FRIENDS: Will ignore this
NATIVE*FRIENDS: Will put this in your blog.
for the redlake shooting students who never got to say goodbye
Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never said good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell MY SOON 2 BE ; boyfriend; That HE wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.
Mommy I ran as fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my SOON TO BE BOYFRIEND , I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,
And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."
****In Memory of The RedLake Students Who Were Lost****
Please if you would,
Pass this around,
I'd be happy if you could,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
Now you have 2 choices,
1) Post this on your page
2)be a person with no heart and ignore this
A METH COOKERS POEM
This is your life, its so intense.
It leaves you wondering what happened, it doesn't make sense.
Your folks have told you about the birds and the bees.
So I'm going to tell you about the cops and the trees.
Weather you slam it, snort it, smoke it through a glass.
The Meth Monster knows you're sick.
First it's your friends, and then it's your wife.
You're convinced you don't need them; they're trashing your life.
Then one day you realize and see.
They're all part of a conspiracy.
You hide in your house, best friends you avoid.
You're a strung out sucker, straight paranoid.
Now this stuff has taken a nasty turn.
You jumped into the fire, and started to burn.
What once was for kicks, now seems all so real.
So you get a brainstorm and think "Hey, I should deal".
Now your time is spent just making your rounds.
You started with quarters, then ounces, now pounds.
Now you're in the chapter of the crankster's sick book.
Knowing from the start there's going to be trouble.
You sit spinning in your lab watching it bubble.
Now you're being watched by the Feds and DTF.
You still wanna cook that meth.
Then one night you're minding your store.
Twenty-one policeman come crashing through the door.
They bum rush you, stick a knee in your chest, SCREAM.
Freeze you junkie, you're under arrest.
Now you're going to court with your public pretender.
You'd have a better chance sticking your head in a blender.
The Judge won't make a deal, He'll give twenty to life.
So you call home collect, and your buddy's with your wife.
Now you're walking the prison yard, you look back and reflect.
How did my life get so screwed up and wrecked?.
Then a flash in my head like a big neon sign says.
I think I'll get out and cook just one last time..
THIS IS THE LIFE OF DOPE
this is the life of dope
weather you sniff, slam, or suck a glass dick
you’ve sold your soul to some thing sick.
some may make it. some just fake it.
it ends the same you’ve just got to take it
prison or jail is what you must face
all alone now in a strange place.
i just hope you can take the pace
so keep doing what you think is real
and ill show you a whole new deal
one that will change
your life for real
see inside these walls you see it all
the young the old the sick and the bold
yes were all hear just wishing we could be near to the place we call home
intead of being all alone
so think what you will and do as you must
just remember GOD IS THE ONLY ONE YOU CAN TRUST
THE PERSON I ONCE KNEW
If only you had listened,
to what I tried to tell,
If only you had realized,
I knew you all to well.
Nothing was more important,
than what you had to do,
the drug had taken over,
the person I once knew.
Now every time I pass the place,
we buried you that day,
I think of all the others,
that are soon to pass this way.
Your face will always linger,
in the chambers of my mind,
and I am thankful someone cared,
and got me help in time.
Your Dearest Friend
ICE “aka” DEATH
I am the cramping in your stomach. I am the craving that draws you in & holds your prisoner. You know that uneasy gripping feeling you have more often than before. Yeah, thats me!
There are several ways or tricks I use to get into your mind. Once I’m there, theres nowhere to hide. No matter the trouble, crime or embarrassment it may cause. You’ll go futher just to get that taste. You may even consider selling your soul, if you know how good my quality is, no matter the price.
Mother’s I’ll kidnap your child & don’t worry about a ransom. They are mine!! Family’s keep your loved ones safe & sound. If you don’t you’ll be filing a missing person’s report. Don’t forget our children. For one day you’ll wake up & find your parents body on the floor dead from doing way too much!!
When you think you have total control over me. Thats when I’ll surprise you the most. I’ll help you lose your job, even help you steal, I’ll take away everything & make you lose it all. By the time my job is done. You’ll want to turn back time or be dead & gone. Six feet under & done!!
If you haven’t figured out who I am. Let me give you a hint. There are at least 5 ways to do me & each one is better than the last. Try rolling the dice & you’ll hit on ICE!!!
I AM DEATH
Hello new friend, my name is DEATH,
some still call me Crystal Meth.
I’m easy to find, and a breeze to make,
just ask around, I make you feel great.
Try me for free, I can afford one hit,
I know if you do, I am hard to quit.
Forget those who love you, I am all you will need,
take my hand, to your death I will lead.
I have no conscience, grief is my soul,
I will not leave you, until your body is cold.
You will meet new people, I am social you see,
I’ll teach you to lie, steal, and cheat.
Your new group of friends, they know me well,
and if we get caught, they will leave you in hell.
I am important, I am the best, I make some rich,
then I destroy the rest.
I’ll keep you awake, unable to work, I make mothers cry,
some call me a jerk.
If you have children, or someone you love, I can destroy them,
remember, I am Meth, the Death Drug.
Don’t look in the mirror, you won’t believe what you see,
the reflection looking back, some say it is me.
I’ll rot your teeth, I’ll destroy your gums,
but just remember, you are having fun.
One important thing, you may not even notice the change,
your mind will not function as it did before I came.
Once you are mine, and you have lost everything,
don’t curse my name, you came looking for me.
I’m very possesive, I’ll take your life,
and if you don’t believe me,
Keep doing ICE.
Now that you know me, and we are friends,
KNOW I AM DEATH, will you love me to the end?
THE COOK
There are only a few who know the trade – How methamphetamine is made.
They live their lives always on the run – Just waiting for the next batch to be done.
Peeking around corners in fear of a bust – As they’re bright shiny dreams crumble to dust.
Women who are only driven by lust – Whose only desire is the crystal white dust?
Everyone wants a piece of the pie – So C’mon man, let’s get high!
But once there up, they only wig out – Leaving their minds to treachery and doubt.
And the cook’s well aware of their grief – Of knowing his friends are only thieves.
Either caught in the act or burned in a deal – By supposed friends designing what is real.
There’s only one way a cook can win – And that by having a partner who is true to the end.
In a true partner who is strong at heart – Exists a bond that none can part.
Together weeding out the crooks, cops – Lowlife’s, backstabbers and the lames.
Jointly running a business impossible to stop – Blazing a trail straight to the top.
But what will it cost you for the Great Life? Nothing much – just you’re family, home, friends and your life.
There’s nothing on Earth that’s worth such a cost – Not to mention all the time that you spent in prison that you’ve lost.
So, once you get there don’t forget what it took… To Be The Man who knows how to cook.
THE SCARS OF ICE LAST FOR LIFE
It’s been days since I slept
Can’t remember when last I ate
I’m consumed by anger and hate
Meth is leading me to hells gates…
Even tho I put it behind me
Everything I do constantly reminds me…
The wounds are so deep
The climb back to the top so steep
How did I ever get so deep…?
SAY HELLO
Hello,
My name is Crystal Meth,
I make you feel really nice,
My freinds name is Ice,
You and freinds use me alot,
Not like your ex-best freind pot,
Dont get caught with me,
You'll go to jail and that's where you'll be,
But dont you love me,
Some love me a alot,
Some dont like me at all,
But that's ok cause we'll let them fall,
Dont be afraid of me,
I'll make it all better you'll see,
Even though I do kill,
And go ahead mix me with pills,
I wont hurt you,
Your my best freind,
Even though I will turn on you in the end,
I'll dry your tears,
You'll have no more fears,
Go ahead and sniff me, eat me, or even smoke me
You'll see,
Dont trust me,
If you get caught,
It's your faught,
Dont expect no help,
Cause your the one who asked me for help,
I do favors,
Not return them,
You still want to be my freind,
Even though I'll hurt you in the end.
APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION
I've got an appetite for destruction
yet can't eat a thing when my craving is satisfied
need the pain
love the high
aware of the consequences of my actions
fluttering eyes and rapid heartbeat
bitterness takes over
on overdrive
BUT I DON'T SEEM TO CARE
until everything is gone
clearly an addict
clearly saw the signs --> i was on my way down
fighting my weakness for a drug i desire so much
CLEAN
tired
overwhelmed by temptation
yet I'm still here
broken, but alive
i remain in a mode of self-destruction
of a different kind
at least now i have taken control
only time will heal
only time will tell
if i can hold on.
CRYSTAL
My.. finger bleeds..
From the broken glass
that fell in the sink..
A bandage is no longer needed..
For the blood flows down to my wrist and to the floor
Which eventually I will have to clean up
A sigh from the mother
And a cry from my eyes
There will be no rescue mission for you..
Not today
For the cut was only small this time
Maybe it won't be so unfortunate
On the next line...
Miss. Amphetamine
Once I found a special friend. Who promised to share my ups and downs.
"I'll be here til the end," she said. "I'll always be around."
So she took me on an adventure. And then a couple more.
Before she mentioned that if I left her. She would even up the score.
But I didn't want this friend of mine.
To ever go away. When she was gone I would search for her.
All through the night and day. So much fun we had together.
Laughing all night long. Staying up for days on end.
With her I felt so strong. She would do my make-up for me.
Until she got it just right. She made me look so beautiful.
And feel so full of life. Her energy level.
Was always through the roof. And whenever I was feeling down.
She would always give me a boost. I came to love this special friend.
More than any I had loved before. I came to love this new life of her's.
To which she had opened up the door. Together we experienced adrenaline.
As I had never felt it before. She brought me to new rushes.
That I needed more and more. Eventually we were inseperable.
Together everyday. I would beg her not to leave me.
And she would promise to always stay. Everybody told me.
She wasn't really my friend. That she didn't care if she hurt.
Or even killed me, in the end. But I wouldn't listen.
To what they had to say. I knew that they were jealous.
And made them go away. Finally, it was just the two of us.
In it til the end. Just me and her,.
Because I had no other friends. Then one day my special friend.
Started to get mean. Whispering paranoid ideas in my ear.
She wasn't as nice as she once seemed. No longer did she make me feel.
So beautiful and strong. Confusing my reality.
She began making me feel all wrong. No longer could I handle.
Staying up for days. Getting thinner and always weaker.
I was going in a craze. No longer did I love her.
Or want her by my side. But she had me in her power.
And wouldn't let me say goodbye. So I stuck by this friend of mine.
Who wasn't really my friend. I had come to realize that she.
Was nothing but my bitter end. But she had me in her grips, you see.
And she wasn't letting go. She wanted to take me with her.
To take me 6 feet below. And the more I fought against her it seemed.
The harder she held strong. "I told you in the beggining," she said.
"It's together that we belong." But she didn't take my pain away.
As she did before. Instead she added to it.
And increased it more and more. I think I'm going crazy, I would say.
As I would sit and cry. "I want you to go away,"
"I'm terrified to die." But she would only snicker.
And tell me that she would stay. That she was my special friend, and as such.
She would never go away. And so that was how it went.
Until she got her way. We were together until the end.
She never ever strayed. And what a special friend she was.
There til my last breath. Kissing me on the lips.
With her special kiss of death. You're probably wondering.
Who a special friend like this could be.
Well, I will tell you her name. It is Miss. Amphetamine.
And if you ever come across her. Just turn your back and run.
Because this special friend is no friend at all.
Only death to everyone.
My meth arrest
All along I think that maybe. It had already cuffed and detained me.
Back then when I didn't know what could truly become.
All at once I knew it was something.
A familiar comfort to fill all these nothings.
Stealing my all when I decided to just try some.
Believing I knew that what I really needed.
Was some other something than what I'd proceeded.
To use that something to fill all the void and the need.
No, Sir, I'm not in possession of any meth, paraphernalia, or any weapon.
No stolen items, or anything for which you should arrest me.
No hypodermic accident waiting to stick you from the pocket of my pants.
I've never banged anything in these veins, as you can see.
Well, yes, I knew that meth bag was there, This whole time I was fully aware.
But I'd say it again, since it's the drug that's in possession of me.
I don't understand why you're grabbing my hands.
The cuffs are too tight, it's not what I planned.
And I can't mask the fear that is quickly rising inside me.
But yes, Sir, I will readily confess, I would damn near turn State's evidence,
If instead you'll arrest this meth that's in possession of me.
Mrs. Methamphetamine
Oh you are my crystal queen.
You bring me high, You bring me low.
You take me places I'd never go.
You whisper things inside my head.
You never let me go to bed.
I forget the days, I forget the hours.
Life is a raincloud, with no flowers.
You destroy my body, And control my mind.
When you call me, than you I find.
Why can't I beat you Devilish queen,
The addiction too strong, too tough, too mean.
I go without you for days and even weeks.
But you call so often to me, That in your arms I long to be.
But than I hate what it is I do, I'd give anything to be rid of you.
My f****d up addictions
Andrew james beaulieu
Standing at the crossroads of my life.
meth(death) to my right.
life to my left.
what will become of me? Another
broken soldier lost to the addiction
of surviving the pain. Or a loyal
warrior ready to climb up and take
the gang?
Nothing has ever been this hard to
choose, you'de know how i feeled
if you walked a couple moons in my
shoes.
I wanna get high day and night but the
scars are evident that theres frustration
boiling inside.
When im sober im writhing in pain.
when im high i fly as high as the planes.
Everyone who loved me, everyone who
cared left me like a bitch and let anger
fester in here.
I could just say fuck you all and continue
smoking the pipe,
or i could change and start over my life.
But its not so easy as everyone says
"oh get clean your dying from the inside
out" i can't just call it quits cause my wife
crystal meth would destroy my life.
A poem from andrew james beaulieu
who is a active meth user and dos'ent
know where to turn.
If you are reading this like most faggots
wont then you are a surviver who
knows when to help out a desperate
fiend
Andrew James Beaulieu AK tweaker man
AK darkenedfiend AK almost dead.
Effects of cystal meth
Andrew james beaulieu
It was all fun and games
drugs and the gangs.
nothing to serious to
worry about but now i
can die if i still keep
hitting the G pipe.
coke and bud was my
first love then exstacy
to pills is all i thought
about.
finally i hit rock bottom
meth and heroin are my
gods now.
At first it was a thrill to
fly away and stay high
from night to the next day,
naw i hurt, itch and scratch
my body is broken out in
hives you see just because
i smoke meth ampetamine.
my fingers are scarde, my
back is a nightmare, the only
thing is my face remains semi
there.
when i die dont think of me as
a twacker or a junkie.
because life on this earth was evil
to me everything i loved packed
up and deserted me.
now i sit on the steps talking to
my elders about my pain, only
wishing i had stayed away.
there words are comforting
but what they are talking about
is not for me.
i might as well kill myself and
be one with the devil under
the cemetary
