A Man

A Man, a fallible object.

Fail.

How can you separate the man from his words, when the man is his words. What do we have to believe in, but our greatest heroes?

What do we do as walls fall, crumble and cave in on our lives? Who and what stand in the ruins, our heroes or us?

From emotions strewn around us, we must look in the dust, and build the future.

We must look at the failures of others, and build a stronger self.

One must build themselves out of the image of the successes and failures, learning from both to become a stronger and better person.

A Man, a fallible object.

I miss

I miss you like the sun misses the stars.
I wish I could hold you close, pull you in and feel comforted by your warmth.
Your hair upon my chin, your breath against my neck.
Your smile when I am being silly, and your frown when I am not.
To be wrapped in your arms and legs one more night while I sleep, I miss this.
Telling you my hopes, my dreams, my fears, I miss telling you how much I desire you.
I miss holding your hand as we watch T.V., holding it when we are at our worst.
I wish I could be all you need, but I am not.
I can't, not yet.
I will always and forever miss you, my love.
One day, one day I will be there for you, I will be ready, I will be.

KD

Once, twice, maybe even thrice a year I get the craving for Kraft Dinner...

This was the case today. I got really excited and started cooking, I have a very particular way that I like to make it, passed down from generation to generation, aka this how my mommy made it!

I am tasting little bit of it, getting really excited...I sit down with the bowl of KD, a spoon, and ketchup...I drown the shit of it with ketchup, just the way I like it.

First bite, I am in heaven.

Second, third, and forth spoonful I am still in heaven.

Then comes the fifth...I can't eat it anymore. I am done. It tastes horrible all of a sudden, and even the smell of it is making me sick...

In a few months I will forget about this weird phenomenon, and get excited about KD once more.

Dear God of small sandwiches and chubby blondes

There are sometimes you wished you had written something yourself. This is one of those times. From Craig's List- Missed Connections;

"Hey god, This is me. I know it may seem to you I ignore, but thats not the case I just like to try to do things on my own. I hope the skulls, pentegrams, black clothing, spells I sometimes do, do not upset you. Im still a big fan.


Its not that I dont appreciatte the 5 foot 10 blondes you seem to keep sending my way. Or the hot flight attendant, the east european model types, the much younger girls that hit on me... they are great its just uh..


Remember that short chubby blonde you sent my way by mistake a few years ago? The one that always took food off my plate, scratched my nin pretty hate machine cd, and ruined my kraft dinner the one time she tried to make it for me?
The one that constantly demanded "give me cuddles!!". The one that called me at 4am wondering what I was doing. Made me ride in a blizzard to get her sprinkles and ice cream

Whats that, the one with the big hips, that talked to her cat?? Ya thats the one..

I was wondering if you could send her back my way, just a little nudge. Ill do the rest.

And yes im sure I dont want another tall blonde, or brunnette, or even an orally obsessed bi sexual girl with killer legs

I know its an odd request but the chubby one liked to bring me sandwiches, and yes Ill save one for you and j.c. .. what? Usually tuna

Thanks god your a pal"

A little in me...

I have a little latina woman in me...

Just a little one though...

She has to make room for the black woman and the jewish mother.

Fashionista- Naomi Campbell is a Bitch!

*Knuckle crack*

So I walk to work, right? I was going there the other day. It's a long way, 4k and I move fast to make it there in 30 minuets.
I was walking down the street and it was packed, but I was dodging in and out of people like a bike messenger- avoiding people opening car doors.
And this bitch cuts me off... normally I wouldn't be to pissed off at this, and no it wasn't Naomi Campbell...that was me...
So this woman cuts in front of me, talking on her cell, being totally oblivious to everything around her. However, if she were to cut in front of me to speed up to pass someone I would have no problem. No, no... she just rams in front of me and SLOWS DOWN!! She goes at the same speed as the person she is "passing".
This is where Naomi comes in... I reached up and grabbed the back of her ponytail and using that, smacked her head into the girl next to her, then pushing her to the ground. I walked on as if nothing happened, and went to work, where I continued to give excellent costumer service.



Okay, so the last little bit I just did in my head... but how glorious that would have been!
People don't cut in front of fast moving objects, and for the love of Oz, don't walk 5 fucking people abreast!

Counting rhyme Of Another Summer: The Afternoon

I am back! I bet no one is still reading this, but I am writing again... all just freee flow thoughts, no real editing.

Oz

Counting rhyme Of Another Summer: The Afternoon

I was in the garden late one summer, just as the leaves were softly starting to change colour. As I walked down a path wriggling with sunlight through the trees, I came upon a small child sitting in a pond playing with the crayfish as they scuttled by his piercing hands. The child looked up at me with tears in his eyes, his eyes were dark and muddy as the waters surrounding him, but ever changing and effervescent in their play. He wore a small lopsided smile, one that couldn’t be placed for play or sorrow. His small face was creased delicately with lines of age. He was the answer of the ages.
He told me stories. He told me great truths, but as he spoke each word his features got softer and more serene.
As the small boy started to slow his ascriptions, I soon realized that time was slowing around us, the mellifluous moss in the trees was motionless in the air, the birds floated down to the tree tops, and the acorns fell with soft thumps across the still underbrush. When my gaze fell back on my little prince, he was fast a sleep on a lily pad. I pulled a petal over him and stood up and closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I slowly opened them, fearing what was to come.