Hare today, goon tomorrow!

Little bunny foo-foo,
hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.

Brutal!
Go get’em, Fufu-nator!
The lives and wisps of chance are dancing around.
Smirking giggle fueled little fuckers
Making me loose my hard worn scowl and smile.
The sun helps.
That heat fills you with freedom as the Jeep rolls on.
I started today with a Hug from someone I barely know.
But it was a nice hug. Hee Hee Hee.
Fairy Tales and Bedtime stories.
Different meanings to some.
Marathon Dice Attempts.
Once common place.
How does that happen?
Things we used to do without meaning to can become
Tasks.
Oh Well.
Boogie Time productions and Cool Sky.
These are the edges to the day.

Feel Free

Life’s not perfect.
Sometimes the Dice just don’t go right.
Even the Sure Things can leave you wanting.
But some things hit right.
Hit true.
Good timing from a call.
Slick tunes rolling in your mind.
A free thought, bright and vicious.
Boiling over.
A smile.
Sweet and energizing.
Bringing it all together.
Reminding that not everything that mattered
Needs to still.
That our wants don’t make the world.
Rather, our choices open the doors.
Be at ease, young world.
That big old Sun still has a lot of shining left to do.
Tears, blood, and doubt all still have to rain.
Only means that life is still clawing.

From Last Night

I drink. I feel it. The endless abandon.
Day to day, the worries, plans, thoughts and cares.
Drifting away.In their place, a calm. The myriad voices internal muted. Left over is the stage on which usually play the facets of Me. There now prance others. The unknown. The yet to see. Another sip. The poison working. Getting high of the neural toxins. Otherwise called booze. Sip by sip. Death. Clarity. Makes me wonder what we see when we forget. I am not endorsing intoxication. No. That is a waste. I am, however, experiencing it.

Mental Escrima for the Masses

“Let us grab the world by the throat and make it give us what we desire,”
-Valeria

Lots of thoughts have passed this way by.
Wandered again the lands once mine.
Now broken.
As if little thefts of pride,
Or courtesy
Have brought somewhat down
That which I had believed eternal.
Sadness and dismay touched me.
With them being new guests
I shuddered at their fresh scent
In following these gears, turning, to seek the impetus
I also wronged one who might have been dear
Add it to the heap of regrets and Shouldas.
Tall pile. Warning of collapse. Let it.
I have new visions now, guiding me to near
Fever.
Something new comes. Will I be ready?
No. But worthy? Maybe. Just maybe.
Even if this were not the set of events I would have wished.
This is the Now that is upon me.
I will make it thru, as I always do, by choice.
Thankfully knowing that those who have been there for me
In the past
Both far and the needed recent
Will be there still.
I must make sure that I do my part
In all deals and wagers.
Thanking those I owe
Showing me that there is more

And taking what I need.

Back To Basics

All things have their known and unknown.
It isn’t always the shadowy side that is the
Surprise.
Sometimes it is the things we know so well
That we have experienced again and again
That still finds the biggest shock
To take from us
While the unknown stays so

Slipping again into the shade.

A Day Early, Bro

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
-Charles Bukowski

Ain't She Cute

What the Hell!?
A couple of buddies told me to go on different Internet sites for dating and such.
Ok.
Well, I am not really looking for anything, but the lure of the unknown drew me in.
So I have decided to go deep.
That, and in my searches, which I can assure you are nearly purely academic in nature,
I bumped into this other site, Second Life.
I read about it. It seemed horrible. Almost an anti-social to the real world, web world.
Then I made up an Avatar. It looks cool and named after Grimjack (sort of).
So now it is fun.
I have spent all of twenty minutes on it. I don’t know if I will do more but just making up the dude was fun.
Ok.
Back to the other thing.
Plenty of Fish.
I don’t think it is for me, but my friends say it is a blast.
So, like I said, I am going Deep.
All the horny, need sex types will be hearing from me.
All of them.
Just to see what happens.
Will I go out and jump into a bunch of beds?
Ha!
I really doubt that is an option!
I was talking to an Old Sort of Flame tonight. It was nice.
It is odd though that you can forget that someone has so much to them.
Rant over.
Rock on!