Showing posts with label womp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label womp. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Chapter: Travelocity

No shine, no touch, no affection.

When’s the last time your thoughts traveled in my direction, and took another step to inquire. To see behind the light that’s produced from this fire. Can’t remember huh? Whereas I visit you as soon as I open my eyes and close them to sleep, along with all the time that lies inbetween. When I speak about issues stressing me, why must you be harsh, to “strengthen me”. The obvious remedy that I seek from thee is a hug, simple act of affection, but instead I get an attitude annoyed by so much, not looking to give me that attention. What is going on? Communication is supposed to keep it strong, but talking is a nuisance now. I want to make things better, but every move is a detonator, so how? What is going on?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Chapter: Uh-Oh

The world is ending. Not really news, right? We've all heard of the apocalypse and 2012 and all that jazz. No biggie. It's not like it'll really happen. Psh.

Who are we kidding?

It's definitely going to happen, or at least something big like the end of the world will happen. C'mon, if you haven't noticed all the freaky weather spasms and bipolar earth tantrums, then you have a problem. But, I don't judge, so it's ok. Basically, in a nutshell, so you can get caught up and stuff; the world is going to end. Soon. Call me Debbie Downer, Pessimist Patty blah blah blah, but I've been positive for far too long and this weather stuff just gets crazier as the days go by. Let's see, so Haiti breaks into puzzle pieces, Canadian forest fires make the residents of New England feel like they're in The Fog, 2 year old Filipino toddlers smoking 4o cigarettes a day, oh and let's not forget the HUGE sinkhole that formed in Guatemala. No biggie.

Some people think this is just a hoax. Some people live their lives in fear the sky is going to fall.

Nonetheless, when all else fails, hope is there. I mean, I hope none of the predictions of the world's inevitable doom will happen. I hope we'll all live to be old and wrinkly. I hope that if this really happens, the government is devising a plan to ship us all out to space and live like Zenon; Girl of the 21st Century.


No worries though, just live life, hope for the best, but always be prepared for the worst. You know, just in case. Hey, we made it through Michael Jackson's death, we can make it through this too.
Ciao.

"This is SPARTA!"

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Chapter: Womp

I hate feeling useless. Not that I want to do everything, but when you want to do one specific thing, and every effort you make towards helping is as significant as loosing an ounce. It's improvement, but not that big of a deal.