Ahhhh.. What a fine beginning to the week I had.. Mondays are soooo wonderful.. Really.. They are.. Its true.. No really.. Follow my logic here.. If you will.. I had a positively mellow day at work.. I had a splendid luncheon where I gorge- Ummm.. Where I dined on a-……………………………. Well.. It was a meat product of some sort I’m almost certain of it. Anyways work wasn’t the good part.. I come home.. Turn the computer.. And Login to the Blogstream.. And what do I find??… care to guess? …….. Anybody??.. Ok I’ll spill.. Miss Bella is Back!!.. Ok Now I’m gonna be honest here. I don’t really Know what happened to her.. (Although I DO have some suspicions as to what occurred.) well.. We thought it was something to do with Ping Pong or something or another.. Nuh uh.. That weren’t it… we thought that perhaps our beloved Miss B was the victim of a sinister Hacker whacker, or even some kind of evil proxy server.. Nuh Uh… that weren’t it either..

Then there was Time Warner… Norton anti virus.. (Which really does Suck by the way.) nuh uh.. None of that were it either.. So Miss B.. Miraculously reappears on the Stream without nary a clue as to what happened to her.. Hmmmmmm.. Magical.. Nope.. Not magic.. Ok.. I’m gonna let you in on what REALLY happened to the fair Miss Bella.. (Miss B.. as I call her.) see here’s the truth.. Miss B fell victim to a mysterious phenomenon that in the medical and Psychiatric communities is simply known as…. Are you ready? Blogius Gnomius.. C’mon!!.. I mean really.. Who else could be to blame for this fiasco? It was a mysterious accident? The little bastards are into everything! Politics.. Advertising.. Chinese checkers.. Ok maybe not advertising.. But everything else.. Ok.. Now I can really see you over there.. Put down that butterfly net. And Don’t think that I don’t see you gnomish looking little pricks hiding behind that curtain over there.. You can’t stop me from exposing the truth to Blogstream! Everyone will know what you Blog Gnomes tried to do to our Bella You little………………………………********************* Hey cut it out!-------------
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This is soooo wrong____---
Ok. You win.. It wasn’t Blog Gnomes.. Now leave my post alone.. Whatever it was. I’m sure that I’m not alone or crazy when I say that it’s a relief to see our friend Bella back.. The Stream wouldn’t be the same without her. Good to see you back Miss B!

~~~We now return you to your normal sanity.~~~~~

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*Sigh* Crap.

I’m having a strange feeling sitting here writing at this odd hour. Its almost a feeling of Déjà vu, but I do say almost, Its almost as if I’ve been here before, doing this very thing, sitting at the computer with the clock slowly approaching the midnight hour. Oh the scant few here that remain from the early days of our quaint little stream, may recall some of my early bouts with insomnia, but that is where the similarities between then and now end. Now I would hardly call it insomnia, there is no booze in me to drive it to that extreme point, but still there seems something oddly familiar about this feeling I have tonight.

I haven’t seriously pursued the writing of poetry in over a year and a half now, maybe even longer. Oh I’ve written a few little tidbits here and there, but haven’t gave poetry a serious go in quite a long time. Tonight I have written twelve verses, all different none finished. I just sat down and wrote down what jumped from my mind and filtered it through the keyboard. I don’t know where any of this is going.. Just babbling on again I suppose. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately.

Though pain, I may carry with me,
Through many lifetimes,
If I should truly feel loved,
If only once,
I think that I will find,
All of the pain
Worth it.

Night all…

~Scratch~

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Here I Stand.
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Do not shatter my silence,
With harsh spoken words.
For here in my dreams,
Your hate, is not felt, nor heard.

There is no place here,
For your taunts, nor rage.
And I will lock you away,
With but a turn of a page.

So come one here, come all,
Leaving scorn, and contempt behind.
Your hate here, won’t flourish,
Here, only me, you will find.

I don’t know, I’m just getting a strange itch today. this is the first thing that came out of my head here early this morning. I’m not sure what the trigger was for this, hell, I’m not even exactly sure what it means, but I was awake and I felt like sitting here at the computer and this is the first thing that I wrote. Good or bad it is what it is.

~Scratch.. A.B.T. Copyright © 2008.~

IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!!...... .. AGAIN!!!

Please Lord.. Don't let me go completely insane before Friday.. I promise I'll be good. I'll eat me veggies.. I won't watch porn.. (Not that I do anyway.) I won't vote republican.. just please.. make it stop.

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When I woke up this morning there was a fresh coat of snow on the ground here. Anywhere from 6 to 8 inches to be exact. So I wasn’t going to go out today but I heard a ruckass from across the street when I first got up around 6:30 or so. so I went out to investigate.. There were two guys.. Supposedly two grown men arguing rather loudly. About of all things, the snow. I couldn’t repeat word for word what the conversation was about. But to me it made about as much sense as the one that I wrote below. I’m not kidding, this is what the actual conversation reminded me of... people are strange indeed.

Dipshit: “Hey where in the F**k did all of this snow come from?”
Dork: “ The sky I’m guessing.”
Dipshit: “You don’t have to be a wise ass Dork!”
Dork: “Well that was a stupid ass question.. What do I look like the channel 2 weather man?”
Dipshit: “Are you saying I’m stupid?”
Dork: “Well.. If the snowshoe fits.”
Dipshit: “Ok.. Now you’ve offended me.”
Dork: “How did I offend you?”
Dipshit: “You insinuated that I was stupid.”
Dork: “You called me a wise ass.”
Dipshit: “I could have called you dumb ass.”
Dork: “Ok. Now I’m offended!”
Dipshit: “You can’t be offended.. I was offended first.”
Dork: “Well.. I am offended by your offensiveness.”
Dipshit: “But YOUR offensiveness offended me first in an offensive way.”
Dork: “Did not.”
Dipshit:’ And furthermore.. Now you are trying to defend your offensiveness in an offensive manner!”
Dork: “ But you didn’t care that you offended me.”
Dipshit: “That’s because you offended me first.”
A passing motorist honks his horn at the two morons and tells them to get the hell out of the street before someone runs them both over, all while flipping them the bird.
Dipshit: “Hey Dork? “
Dork: “What?’
Dipshit: “What do you suppose crawled up THAT guys butt?”
Dork: “ I dunno Dipshit.. Maybe we offended him.”
Dipshit: “Some People are so touchy.”

I know. I know. I didn’t get it either, but the scary part is, it makes more sense than the two guys arguing across the street did. I honestly wonder sometimes how people have managed to survive each other for so long . Hope everyone has a great Sunday.

~Scratch~