All I Need

if only i could wrap my arms around your lovelyness. embrace the sweet tranquility of your warm soft dreaming. keep it tucked close inside me for safe keeping while im gone to remind me of you and your perfect.
replete with lovelyness, kindness, strength, purity
then i would.

The Old Man & The Gate

THE OLD MAN had been there for days. In the park standing by the center gate, waving his cane in every direction. "Get out," the old man screamed. His face was ragged and pale, hidden mostly by a beard thickened with mud. His trench coat was two times his size, hung off his back like a cape. The townspeople watched the old man who had taken control of Gate Park. They kept their nervous eyes on him while they ran errands to the market or picked up their children from school. Day or night the old man could be found pacing back and forth between the ends of the gate at the center of the park. The gate was old metal painted green to hide the rust. Tall and grandiose in design it was the last standing relic of the previous settlement. The old gate had been the entrance to a beautiful church, before it and the town, burned to the ground in 43. After the terrible blaze all that was left standing was the gate. It was the pride of the town, a standing tribute to their courage and determination in the face of total destruction. Now this crazy old man stalked the opening of the gate like a caged tiger.


"Get out. Turn around now. You won't get through here, not while I'm kicking." The man swung his cane violently through the air and let out a dry laugh.

Sheriff Mackenzie watched on with the townspeople at the strange show that the man put on. Other people kept to their business; running, playing ball on the field, couples were even rolling on big blankets enjoying the summer sun. But it was obvious the old man's rants were beginning to impede on the peace of the community.

"He was fine when he first showed up," said Ms. Berkley, who owned the bakery across the street from the park. She had taken great interest in the old man the minute she saw him and had been watching him since his arrival.

"At first he was just standing there like one of those British Guards. Not saying anything to no one and barely moving."

Ms. Berkely talked with her fingers in her hair. She smelled like fresh bread and just talking to her was making Sheriff Mac hungry. Other members of the local businesses were gathering around. The sheriff knew them all of course; he had helped or arrested each of them at one point or another. There were all good or bad people depending on the situations they were put in. Each one of them a liar or a saint on any given day, but he knew them all and cared for them. Except for this old man. Who was he? How had he appeared suddenly like an apparition and why to this park in his town?

"Aren't you going to do something? Tom Schall was red in the face. "He's obviously a menace." Tom's hand reached down and took hold of his six year old daughter's hand, squeezing it tight. "Something has to be done." The others cheered in agreement.

"Calm down, I'll go over there and talk to him." Mackenzie tilted his hat to keep the sun out of his eyes and with his thumb he unbuttoned the latch on his gun belt, freeing his 45.

What It's Like When Your Not Round (A Love Song)

There are homeless sleeping in the trenches
watching discount VHS'
I see dogs that walk their masters
alarms that don't siren disasters
Parents have their kids in cages
I know that this must sound outrageous
But bears are shitting in the sewers
Worms ate all my fishing lures
I know how crazy this all sounds
Thats what it's like when your not round
My TV's only playing static
hospitals creating addicts
My name has changed, I tell you that?
Buddhists planning sneak attacks
Ants are thinking for themselves
There are hundreds in the wishing well
I know how crazy this all sounds
Thats what it's like when your not round
Clouds are heavy filled with bricks
The rich folks moved out to the sticks
Papers made of human skin
Oh no, here we go again
I know how crazy this all sounds
Thinking of going underground
I wish that I was homeward bound
Cuz thats what Its like when your not round

XKCD

I love this comic. It makes me smile. It also finalizes my placement into the geek box because I think science and computer jokes are funny sometimes too.

Anyway aside from being just plain fantastic the comic also sometimes hits on things I'm thinking about a lot or even feeling (which is the sign of a great....anything)

Things like:
I am not an adult.

Hollywood is not to far off.

feeling this way about someone, thats a good feeling.

and the last one, which pretty much states how I feel about everything. 

Amen. 

So This is What That Feels Like

Im really enjoying the feeling of being happy consecutive days in a row.

Random dialogue

Jerry: Hey duder. Come here.
Tom: What's going on Jer?
Jerry: Tell me do you see that stain on the driveway?
Tom: What stain, Jer?
Jerry: That stain right there. Does that look like blood to you?
Tom: Gee, I dunno. Let me take a look....
*GUNSHOT*
Jerry: Yep. Thought it was blood. Thanks Tom.
Tom: ....

Forced Happiness

Ever feel like people are trying to put one of these on you?

happiness hat from Lauren McCarthy on Vimeo.