I bent over to fix some flowers and Hrrriiipp!
"What the fuck!!!"
I ripped my shorts and went to the store in them.
Big diagonal rip about 8 inches wide, gaping hole.
And then I bought new shorts.
They we're comfortable.
Sigh of relief, "Cute butt!!!"
Blushing red I say, "Eat your heart out!"
I walk away smiling get in my car and drive away.
Wow what a day.
Tuesday 12 May 2009
Wednesday 6 May 2009
Dead Poets Society
Our long heard cry, Carpe Diem, seize the day,
Living deep, sucking the marrow of life as we may.
Out of the sitting crowd some got up to stand,
Out of the shyest room some grew bold and raised a hand.
Against conformity, against the grain,
Desolating formality, Artists were we in plain.
"Oh, Captain, my captain!!!" We sail the turbulent wind,
You found us only boys, but made us men.
Freethinkers are we, the proud few you see,
Of one accord are we, the Dead Poets Society.
Living deep, sucking the marrow of life as we may.
Out of the sitting crowd some got up to stand,
Out of the shyest room some grew bold and raised a hand.
Against conformity, against the grain,
Desolating formality, Artists were we in plain.
"Oh, Captain, my captain!!!" We sail the turbulent wind,
You found us only boys, but made us men.
Freethinkers are we, the proud few you see,
Of one accord are we, the Dead Poets Society.
Tuesday 5 May 2009
A Dark Event in the Peaceful Forest....
Silver plated guitars string the notes away, under the sun they play and play.
The night becomes them, the fires start, the trees glow with embers spark.
The wet dew resides and the forest grows silent, except the merry children all is quiet.
The moon shines through the trees, the soft silver light puts the wise at ease.
They too join the childrens' glee, light footed and ever dancing happily.
Off in the distance danger lurks, watching and waiting with an evil smurk.
The night grows colder and sleep approaches, still waiting patiently evil encroaches.
The children slip off to sleep unaware, as the wolf comes on the prowl teeth bare.
The Elders still awake converse by the fire, unaware of the evil about to transpire.
Quickly the wolf attacks fierce, blood pours from a man skin pierced.
Screams ring from man in pain, quick spear thrusting, the evil wolf is slain.
The chaos ceases, an evil chorus, a dark event in the Peaceful forest.
The night becomes them, the fires start, the trees glow with embers spark.
The wet dew resides and the forest grows silent, except the merry children all is quiet.
The moon shines through the trees, the soft silver light puts the wise at ease.
They too join the childrens' glee, light footed and ever dancing happily.
Off in the distance danger lurks, watching and waiting with an evil smurk.
The night grows colder and sleep approaches, still waiting patiently evil encroaches.
The children slip off to sleep unaware, as the wolf comes on the prowl teeth bare.
The Elders still awake converse by the fire, unaware of the evil about to transpire.
Quickly the wolf attacks fierce, blood pours from a man skin pierced.
Screams ring from man in pain, quick spear thrusting, the evil wolf is slain.
The chaos ceases, an evil chorus, a dark event in the Peaceful forest.
Purple confusion music.
This confusing music has me tripping all over myself, It's not rock or jazz or blues,
I hear purple, that deep passionate sadness, where your bleeding for clues.
You left me here too quickly,
In love and wanting, where is she,
She's gone away and left me with this confusing vinyl, belting notes of distress and tears,
The bleeding purple sadness creeping in, the blood on the ground drying, the creeping fears.
I hear purple, that deep passionate sadness, where your bleeding for clues.
You left me here too quickly,
In love and wanting, where is she,
She's gone away and left me with this confusing vinyl, belting notes of distress and tears,
The bleeding purple sadness creeping in, the blood on the ground drying, the creeping fears.
Storming flowers
Storming flowers, bring us showers, thunder lightning and rain. And on their petals water beads tears of olden' pain. Their truest nature blows through on thy atternoon winds, strippin' us our sickly souls bare of our sins. The budding flowers desolate our mindly fires, And lift the noses high. Breath deep the sweetly scent, enjoying well, soon their end is nigh. They fill the heart warmid love, for only an instant true, Their quickly fragile existence done they leave their mark on you. And as you'd may on an on through the fields to end, Ne'er will ye look upon a storming flower again.
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