“We are nothing but animals looking to destroy each other if not use one another to be king of the jungle. So, come with me into Dante’s Inferno where we will sit on the fiery swings and watch our world grow more dark while Pandora throws hope back into the box and locks it tight.
Let’s slide down the slide into Mother Nature’s dead earth because we will live to see the day that she comes after us in all her fury.
Let’s hang upside-down on the molten monkey bars to let our minds slip further into emptiness.
Let’s play until we die, so we may escape this prison.”
“I hate the Horror movies of today. The “Paranormal Activity”? Really? I did not need to be hopping out of my seat just for a scare. I want substance. I want another boogeyman. We need a new Freddy Kreuger, and I am not talking about remaking him. We need to stop with the remakes, because the remake of “Fright Night” sucked – literally. Someone, somewhere, needs to create a new monster to scare the ever-living crap out of us, and Chucky needs to be forced into retirement.”
“Long, black wires curled around a slender, thin frame. Hollow beeps were the dim lights shining, looking for sun. An IV dripped, tears no longer left unshed, and fingers reached for the blinds, letting the world spill in. Large, gray windows stretched across the small, four-walled room, and cold, white tile bit into flesh, sending chills up the spine. An empty chair was poised beside the hospital chair, but life would not hold this seat. Instead, death crossed her legs and painted her nails for all the time in the world was hers to give or to take away.”
“After Colton Burpo’s supposed journey into heaven and back, there was a scene with such argument over how the boy could have gone to heaven, if he had never died. So, how did this child see heaven, if he did not die? How could his mind have opened that door, or his soul, if still stuck here? Or is there more at work here than we know of, and we just can’t understand? And we deny his vision, his mysterious knowledge because he did not die, so therefore, he did not see heaven.”
The waiting room was a lie. Colorful, soft chairs. Soft lighting not to blind the eyes. White, tiled floor. Small, brown tables decorated with an assortment of magazines. A flat screen against one wall. A small clock on the other. And a warm, welcoming reception guarded by ugly, plastic windows.
“Please, don’t sit next to me. Please, don’t sit next to me. Please, don’t sit next to me,” and the middle-aged woman guided her elderly mother over to the next row of chairs.
Dream bright like an ocean
Dream bright like an ocean
I find it hard some days to be me.
I don’t choose to be broken, you see,
but that scar and me, that scar and me.
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
I work everyday with no money to see,
a want and need to fund my writing dreams.
Since I was young, I couldn’t put them down
Another misunderstood kid, another super identity found
Some never played by the rules while other boy scouts really cared
Some nasty villain’s reputation reigned everywhere.
is an old whore,
who wore out her welcome
a long, long
only pockets of sanity
They were out. He thought they were out. All cards on the table except one, Spade now staring daggers at them. But they were a unified front, formidable in decision and determination. They all got what they wanted. Freedom. Love. Disney World. They were riding high from the rising tide below, basement level. Nothing was going to bring them down. But Suicide Kings are wild, and the Vegas high crashed and burned.
Fries on the side and a thick milkshake too
Burger King, McDonald’s, Wendy’s rule
I guess it’s that they are all fast food
But the weight gain cannot be true