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That She May SeeI made the offer to my dead wife to use my eyes
to see her grand children grow up. Now every time
I see something I probably shouldn't, every time I
look to the darkness all I can think of is her eyes
looking back at me.
They do not judge only seem sad at a broken promise.
My mind is changed as is my heart. I wish only for her
happiness wherever she may be as I look once more to
the photos of our Grandchildren that she may see.
Dead At My FeetLeft standing in the aftermath of that battle within myself,
blood and terror, total war of the soul stains the earth
as fire licks razor cuts upon my fine ideals to smoke
that stings my eyes and leaves a taste of burnt flesh
upon my tongue. Gods and devils lie
dead at my feet.
Hell An' Damnation!It'd been hours since the funeral and wake of Pappa Joe, the oldest living family member and my Grandfather. I'd eaten more than my fair share, drank too much and told too many of the "colorful" stories I remembered the old man telling over the years and so when it came time to leave no one made even token attempt to get me to stay. Granma stayed behind. There were family members she only ever saw at funerals and weddings she'd explained. I'll catch a ride with........ she'd said but my mind was a blur from the booze and I'd wandered away and out the door without even hearing, or if I'd heard I didn't comprehend.
Hell an' Damnation! I heard immediately upon entering my Granma's house. Hell an' Damnation! The familiar voice gave vent to all the frustration of a man who'd walked into his home only to find he no longer lived there. Hell an' Damnation I heard again as I stood transfixed unable to look away from the scene of Pappa Joe standing, his back to m
I Keep DreamingThe world shakes
I see my face in the broken mirror.
Facets of existence,
a million different mes falling from my bed.
The floor is hard and cold.
I want so much to be warm.
but I keep dreaming.
Night Of StoriesThere was a moon in the sky when I was young, the old man told us. A Moon? What's that?, the young ones asked. A whole world right up there he said. So close you could reach out and touch her if you climbed the high mountains and if you wanted you could jump up and she'd catch you and you could spend the day. Yer fibbin', said the older ones but I couldn't help but ask, where did she go? Well, she got tired one day and fell from the sky, he said and while she rested greedy people made a slave of her and made her carry them away never to be seen again. That's sad I said. Won't she ever come back? Not in my lifetime he said with a tear in his eye he quickly wiped away but I saw it. And since that night, that night of stories I've sat here watchin' , waitin' for her to return so I could say the old man missed her while she was gone and won't she please stay in case he should return.
Creepypasta (?): Breakfast at the Pasta HouseCreepypasta (?): Breakfast at the Pasta House
A wicked gleam made Jeff’s eyes appear virtually incandescent with rage as he clutched the knife in his white-knuckled grip. The flickering lightbulb above his head illuminated his matty black hair in a fashion resembling a blasphemous halo. He held up his victim’s limp body in a taunting grasp, biting his own lip in such quivering anticipation that he drew a speck of blood, lewdly slurping his tongue over the fresh wound.
“I’m going to enjoy peeling off your flesh into millimetre-thin strips!” he giggled.
“You’re the only guy I know who talks to his bacon, Jeff. And since it’s been pre-sliced I’d say the butcher beat you to it” Toby pointed out.
It was true, Jeff was indeed talking to a pork product during his first meal of the day. It was far from the least normal thing that Jeff the Killer did on a regular basis, but it was still a little odd.
“Whatever. Besides, bacon can
A Guide to Socialization for the Lonely + UnusualA Guide to Socialization for the Lonely and Unusual
Rule #1: You may not sneeze on your new companion. You may, however, sneeze while in their presence provided you contain the sneeze and do not wipe the leftover goobies on them.
Rule #2: Be talkative. Nobody likes a silent Sally and if they do, they should be reading this how-to. Seriously.
Rule #3: Do not attempt to play space invaders with your bodies - it's in very poor taste and nobody likes a dry hump. Wet or nothing, people. Wet or nothing.
Rule #4: Do not attempt to grab your companions junk, whether they be male or female. Not only is this inappropriate, they may not practice proper personal hygiene and you'll end up with a rank hand for the remainder of the outing.
Rule #5: Do not be a limpet. You will look like an idiot if you glue yourself to a wall or fence and your new companion will laugh at you and you will deserve it.
Rule #6: Do not talk about the sixteen cats you own or that
Creepypasta (?): 1000 Channels and Nothing OnCreepypasta (?): 1000 Channels and Nothing On
Jeff the Killer settled into his usual spot on the couch, beer in one hand and the remote control in the other. He could think of no better way to forget about the unpleasant incident that had occurred between him and Toby at breakfast than by letting the television’s radiation turn his brain to homogeneous mush. Seriously, it was admittedly stupid to get into a knife-and-hatchet fight over whether bacon or pancakes were the superior foodstuff, but Toby must have been some kind of idiot to prefer pancakes over bacon’s nitrate-infused goodness. But now he’d forget all about his trouble with a little harmless entertainment. Yeah.
Remote Control: “Click!”
Jovial News Personality: “-n the lighter side of today’s news, the people of the Middle East are living in harmony again, as they always have been for several millennia except for those times the Soviet Union and America stole their land. Haha! Of cou
Konoha Academy Years ( Naruto Tickling Story)Let's turn back the clock a few minutes, Or let's say a few years.
Back before the wars and into the peaceful era of Konoha.
Let's call it the Academy years, Back when our deadly shinobi and kunoichi were cute kids chucking deadly shuriken in wooden training posts. And fights rarely ended in bloodshed.
In particular our focus will be on a class of young kunoichi in training and the antics that can come when fighting over a young handsome and not so emo boy.
Or perhaps that sunny blonde a certain Hyuga princess has been eyeing.
Our real story opens on the playground/training field of the academy where our young ladies in training are getting some much needed exercise after studying flowers and seduction. In particular a fiesty blonde and her pink haired friend/rival, Yamanaka Ino and Haruno Sakura.
"i'm telling you Ino-buta that Sasuke-kun was looking right at me. I could just feel the love in his eyes." Sakura gushed an gloated to her new rival in love.
" Yeah right Forehead. Maybe he
A Friend In Need Of A Reality CheckFriday Night Smackdown
Kiss My Arse; I’m Irish
The familiar song of Blood Of Cuchulainn hit the PA system as the Phoenix fans started to boo as loudly as possible as the Divas Champion Pamela Higgins made her way down to the ring with the Divas Championship over her shoulder, Pam wore some black shorts with gold lines on the side much like her signature ring tights, Pam also had her medium length blonde hair hitting her shoulders and had a matching black and gold crop-top with black knee-pads and black boots, Pamela was also clutching her signature shillelagh foreign object in her hand as she wore a big, but obvious to everyone but JBL, fake grin.
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from County Antrim, Northern Ireland, she is The WWE Divas Champion, ‘The Fighting Irish’ Pamela Higgins!” announces Lillian Garcia as the fans booed louder as Pam’s big grin never came
False AlarmThat eerie feeling when you're lying in bed after a 5'o'clock waking; the darkness is lit only by the street lights outside your window, and trepidation creeps up on the edges of your nerves. You've almost fallen back to sleep, and then three resounding beeps wrack your brain- you realize with absolute horror that the fire alarm has gone off in the middle of the night. That petrifying moment when a billion thoughts flash- you may lose everything, may be trapped, might even die, all in one gruesome second- and as you try to move, you find you're absolutely paralyzed with fear.
A minute passes, and it doesn't scream again.
Yanking up the covers and slamming your head back into the pillow, you sigh.
"Looks like the batteries on the fire alarm need to be changed."
Ramblings - Why I Love WalmartWalmart. The mere name inspires unnecessary consumerism. It's where we shop. It's where we hang out when there's nothing to do. It's where some of you SOBs like to shoplift and make your own meth. It has something for everyone.
What personally draws me to Walmart is the lack of anything new and interesting. Every Walmart sells the same stuff, and doesn't try to create uneeded and unwanted variety. I'm not an exciting man. Boring suits me well. You try to make me shop at a place that's constantly getting in different products or promoting limited-time deals, and I'll give you five reasons you're being obnoxious, right across your face.
Walmart Is dependable. Dependable and rich. I like both of these traits. It's traits like these that force you to make return trips. You start shopping young and you shop often. Things become irrevocably familiar yo you. From the first moment after you enter a Walmart, past the automatic doors and vigilant, geriatric greeters, you are welcomed by distinct
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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