Sometimes you just have to dismiss a dis. Dissatisfied? Is something amiss? What's so good about D.. I.. S..? I think getting rid of it would be for the best. Displeased could be changed with such ease. From sad to happy would be just a breeze. Discontented would mean so much more, If you dismissed the dis and this I implore. Discompose lets chaos reign. But just shortening that word would break the chain. Whoever thought...
Can anybody tell me just what is so special about cucumber sandwiches? You know those dainty, crustless smelly little things you sometimes get at parties? I loathe cucumbers. I loathe brussel sprouts more though but that's another story I will write sometime. WHO decided they should be served at a party? Probably someone in the 1800's having a garden party. Didn't have anything else in the garden except cucumbers so prete...
Looking back on things, I can see where I could have handled things at that point a bit better. Blurting out, “Are you shitting me? Who are they for?” probably wasn’t the best route to take. Especially if the look on Teagan’s face was any indication. Not one of my smarter moves at all. He turned and looked at me in disbelief. “They’re for me, Aislinn,” he snapped. I recoiled in surprise at his tone. Even at his angriest w...
Everyone has a gift to give, we need to accept that,sometimes it's wrapped in shitty paper,but a gift just the same. If we peel the outer layer away,beneath the stained cover you often find, the true beauty and the real gift. Gifts wrapped in used toilet paper, are not all that appealing to the eye,but are there to teach us something,not sure what but... Maybe we just need to close our eyes,plug our noses,put on rubber gl...
Some say I am a story teller of noteWords off my tongue often float Making some listeners laughMostly they're infused with some chaffSometimes they are not even worth a groat Some listen to my narratives with dread If written probably they'd be misreadBut all of these tales are vivid and trueListen carefully please don't misconstrue As I get these damn chronicles out of my head It is said I suffer from a terrible afflicti...
My mind writes checks, my body can't cash.But I am still alive and living my dash. Tarnished, a bit twisted, kinked and dented.Living a life, some say is a bit demented. Some only see a wrinkled old man.Some see who and what I really am. Yes I am wizened with lines of age.From battles fought inside my own cage. But through it all I've become a wiser man.Still knowing, pay my own way, yes I can. I never look for, or want a...
What if all you knew wasn't really true? What if your avatar was really you? What if at night when our screens shut down, Our avatars come to life and play around. Whom would Sherzahd go and find? DirtyMartini's dirty mind? Would Entangled_Fate seek her Jay? Would Joker even dare to play? Alys knows just where to go. A broken down old man she happens to know. Rebellious_Soul would challenge her man. Otaku_Ninja will survi...
When two young, moderately successful vaudeville performers teamed up for a comedy act in 1923, it didn’t take long to realize that they had found the right fit — both personally and professionally — and that their future success would be far beyond moderate. Together, George Burns and Gracie Allen, who married in 1926, formed one of the most popular and enduring comic duos in entertainment history. Burns was largely resp...
44 Another year. More baggage. More questions. More everything. How does one sift through the collection of memories and belongings and tangled connectivity accumulated over forty-four years? Why is it always so easy to hang on but so hard to let go? We cleaned out the storage shed last week. A premium aluminum 10' x 10' gable roofed double doors Sears model with a raised floor. One hundred square feet stacked seven feet...
She woke up ecstatic at the thought of the joyful preparations ahead. She really loved the holidays.Then she caught sight of a printout her husband had left on the table. The Christmas present ticked her off mightily."You got what for my mother?” "It's not what it looks like," he said.“Good, ’cause it looks like a ticket to Timbuktu!”“That’s where I’d like to send her,” he muttered. It was the wrong thing to say.*“The de...
I closed my text book with a loud snap and checked the time on my cell phone. I groaned when I saw that I had been studying for almost four hours and still had what felt like a mountain of homework left. Teagan had cautioned me about taking so many classes my first semester but I had been stubborn. I wanted to get the basic courses out of the way as soon as possible. As I looked at the books and papers scattered around me...
“What did you learn from this?” My therapist talking. She thinks that there are lessons in everything. My answer? “Next time, cut vertically, not horizontally. Also, white wine goes much better with sleeping pills than red.” I’m planning on working this into a comedy routine. I think I have a future. I’m supposed to be writing about my feelings. I made the mistake of telling her I’m a writer. I didn’t mention that most of...
"It’s not what it looks like," he said. "I’m not pushing. You’re the one pushing." "Am not." "Are too." "Leave me alone. This side is mine. Stay on your side." "I’m not on your side. Now I’m on your side. Now I’m not on your side." "Stop. I’m gonna’ tell." "Go ahead. See if I care." "I will. Then you’ll have to stay behind." "Yeah, right. As if I’ll be left behind." " I hate you." "You can’t hate me, it’s Christmas. You h...
Snow cascades from the trees. Avalanches flowing down their trunks, gathering at the base like waterfalls. Are they breathing in the soft afternoon breeze,or are they shivering from winter's cold? Shaking and quivering, trying to stay warm. Dropping the weight from their limbs, creating snow storms of their own. Nature's beauty on display everywhere one looks. Ribbons sag and wiggle along the fence tops,creations like not...
I never stood a chance you know. As badass as I used to be. I'd snap my fingers and say "C'mon let's go." And they would all go home with me. A pied piper of love I once was, When I played my melody. But time flew by as it always does, Now I'm past my prime you see. Love and play did battle for hearts. Often through trickery or deceit. I was the sum total of all my parts, My learning was not yet complete. It took a loss t...
