Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
In a glance that turns to fire
burns so brilliant, yet so brief
seething romance; heated desire
left in refuse and ashen grief
A passing gust takes away
the flakes of love that once were
to pass on in frightful fray
and pile complacent and endure
Sitting alone in shifting stance
wallowing deep in blacken soot
nostalgia over happenstance
given sight beyond astute
The flames erupt once again
ever glowing, growing, and brash
rebirth among the bleaker Zen
like a phoenix from the ash
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Stacy: How was your Christmas?
Brad: Was good. Kenzi, upon first meeting Mom and Mam-Ma, was pulling on her leash away from them, went ape shit berserk, and tried to bite Mom. Was very odd. She never did that before. Once we got to Mom's and she started with the treats, Kenzi warmed up real quick; even curled up in bed with her. LOL, silly little black bitch. :-P Then, at the gathering the next day, she just stayed in my lap the entire time.
Stacy: LMFAO @ silly little black bitch.
Brad: For real! She acted like mom's hands were made of knives, covered in tarantulas, and set on fire! Freaked the fuck out! Hair stood on her back and everything! BEAST MODE ACTIVATE! RAWR!!! O_O
Stacy: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I need beast mode.
Brad: Then, back at Mom's house, she reached down for her, Kenzi ran, Mom gave chase, caught her, then made a face and looked around, "Did she just poop?!" I look at her puzzled, "No." Then it hit me; a VERY sharp, pungent odor reeking of fresh hell and squirty shits. Fuckin' A, I thought she crapped battery acid! Nope, just rancid fear farts. Mom scared the toots outta her. Good to know she has a natural defense against predators.
Stacy: LMFAO ROTF... Oh... My... God.
Brad: "Boy how-dee, that was stout!" <--- Gotta love a redneck mom.
Stacy: Sounds like I missed a good time!