Just starting to publish my works. Enjoy listening to music and poetry.
Someday she would manage to change the world. Not today, but in time Sarah would be important. She didn't know how, she would have to work on it. And then everyone would speak her name. She was prepared for this and that although now was the time to manage all of her karma. The karma that would get her by. It was going to be a time crunch, something that could be done with help from her neighbors and friends. Sarah put a smile on someone's face today, a good deed gone wrong. She was in the dirt and she dreamed of him everyday, which was fine with her. The tattoos that she put on her body represented the courage that Sarah was going to need for total domination. These words are flowing out of her mind as a temple of authority.
Some other time the vision would return. Not this moment of course. That would just be silly. The clouds were forming on this indecent exposure. That was starting to develop. This time he was sure to catch it as it developed. Not at a passing fix. Shifting up and around the past. Aggravating the stitches in the remix. Running through the track of his mind he had to think of another way to voice his opinions. Buzzing forever and whatnot.
The trip of a lifetime presented itself to Paul. And he could not wait for it to come. Nineteen days to pure bliss. What was he going to do with himself until then? He would not let anything come between that date and the end of the world. He had not seen Polly in ages and he was going to have fun on this trip. Paul had a feeling that she felt the same way about it. He was not sure, but he could tell that this might be dangerous in it's own way. But let bygones be bygones. And the past be past. Although the future will be foretold.
Risking everything Pete the rabbit, scratched out of his hole. To face the morning light and dew. He knew what he had to do today and it wasn't going to pretty. Nothing that Pete did ever was. "Just watch and see," he said to himself. "Wait until I tell them what has happened and they will never ask me to do it again." That should teach them to say no to me.
Joe was a lonely man. He got off on other peoples' problems. That is more than he could say for anyone else. They seemed to gravitate towards him. Of no accord. Problem was there were no problems that he could think of. Today is Saturday, one more day left. Tomorrow he would trace down the people that did wrong to him. Not funny at all. But this was something that had to be done. It could no longer be delayed.
He had just cleaned off from the long day that he had. And now all he wanted to do was go to bed. Or make love to a beautiful woman, that would top the cake. He would want to eat it too, the cake not her. Just to clarify. Although that would be nice as well. The last thing he had to eat was a snickers bar. The nougat and caramel went good together. But that is a different story.
I'm starving for attention and not too many people know about it. Much less me. Is it fate that I let it slide or something else? The gummy bears you see up there match the tides that i feel. Depression is not fun, but the people surrounding you can help a great deal. They can uplift your down days and sometimes even drop your happy days. That is all part of life. As long as you know how to manage it is the thing.
Eye candy was something that he adored. He could stare at it all day. It reminded him of high school, where he just happened to be a dork. But there was a shift change in his personality, that would leave him adored by all. It took only a small amount of courage on his part to turn the tides.
House on the Hill
There was this house on a hill that was very evil. It reeked of it. The rubble could call itself names. It would probably call itself Paul, I would think. It was also a very sad house. Crawling with dog tags and mystical letters. Painted red and swallowed whole in romance. The romance of the mystical kind. It baited many a weary traveler. Drowned them in its own sadness. This is very disturbing, but it was there just the same.
Denizen: an inhabitant or occupant of a particular place. Rummaging through the wastebasket for something to smoke on. He had to bum just to get that high. It wasn't his high point of the day, what a pun. That rhymes with bum. Not getting much writing done with all of these distractions. But thats all good. I got a completed check today 200 food stamps. That will burn through the end of the day if not tomorrow. But it is something that can be afforded. A pile full of groceries.
Adjudicate: pronounce or declare judicially. The judge was not lenient. She did not like the accused or what he did. She did not like anyone for that matter. But it seemed to work out for her anyways. In a court of law she was the top dog. They left the grill open again. Lazy baseturds. It wouldn't help anyone with it being in the weather. But i digress. And it follows the symptoms along with it.
Jason loved watching the clouds he could spend hours doing it all day. He could name all the different kinds as well. Turning them into shapes that were not really there. Or were they? In his mind they were always there. Pitted against the dark background. And turned into something that he could see forever. They floated on there own currents up there in the sky and sometimes they were mean. As in a terrifying thunderstorms. Bouncing around each other. And meaningful complications that they possessed.