You're like the calmest

Slit to my neck

Bring me in closer

Chained to my desk

Beckoning nausea

Desperately chosen from a crowd of one and I, I...

I'll lie to you

I'll play this role

I'll act like my act is together

I'll go through life without hope

And I'll open the door and fall through the floor

or

I could open the door and breathe in the dust

And I could walk through those flames till I don't feel their touch

Oh but how can I leave when I know what's out there

silly of me to think that you might care

The Darkside of life is all I’ve ever known

I couldn’t ever call the bright side my own

With the Darkside, I was never alone

The Darkside welcomed me into the unknown

The Darkside and I throw sticks and stones

In hopes that we will break your bones

to hear your cries and hear your moans

and tell you that you will never go home

we laugh as we watch you drown

you don’t deserve to wear that crown

we got you some facepaint to look like a clown

Remember all those times you put us down?

Oh don’t worry you’ll go out in style

The Darkside and I will hold a trial

We recall you called us...′ hostile’?

We’ll try not to smile while we sentence you to exile.

But the Darkside and I fear that punishment is not enough for you.

But don’t fret we have other ones we can do.

Be nice and the Darkside might let you choose.

They may be kinda extreme to you but look at it from our point of view.

*Maniac laughter*

Someone once told me to never dream too hard,

and that I should never put my faith in the stars.

They told me to keep up my guard,

and that I should never talk about my scars.

They told me that I should keep quiet,

and instead of eating so much, I should go on a diet.

Someone told me that people don't care,

and you can scream to the world that "life's not fair".

Someone taught me that things won't always go my way,

and that every once in a while I'll have a really bad day.

Someone grabbed my hand and told me life is hard,

then they raised their hand and pointed me to God.

Someone told me that people will look down on me,

and that life is cloudy sometimes we can't see.

The blessing that are right in front of us,

The fact that they're right there is kinda sus.

Someone told me not to grow up too fast,

because you can never go back in the past.

It's harder to say goodbye

Because what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?

And saying that bad things happen for a reason,

will not stop the bleeding.

Because you moved on while I'm still grieving.

And my heart is breaking because you never said you were leaving.

Every time I reach for you, it takes a minute to dawn,

that you are truly gone.

Every time I remember,

all those nights in September

I fall apart in time with the seasons,

trying to battle my guilt demons

because I never got to say goodbye before you died.

I remember when it was just me and you

lying around talking about nothing new

I remember when it was just you and me

and all those fishing trips down to the sea

and suddenly out of nowhere you said you had to leave

me being so young and so naive

said “it’s ok I’ll wait here by the sea”

and then when I grew up it finally dawned on me

that it was all make-believe

because you left a long time ago

but my younger self said, “no I can’t let go.”

unknowingly dragging my heart in tow

Ever wonder how certain ads end up taking on a completely different meaning in another country.

Take a Pepsi ad for instance. "Come alive with Pepsi." Harmless, right? Gives that sense if you drink Pepsi, you'll feel better and lively, but in other countries, it's a different story.

For instance, in Germany, "Come alive with Pepsi" is Komm mit Pepsi aus dem Grab. Translateed back to English: Come out of the grave with Pepsi.

In China, the translation is Bǎishìkělè shǐ nín de zǔxiān cóng sǐ lǐ fùhuó and translated back to English: Pepsi brings your ancestors back from the dead.

In Polish the translation is Żyj z Pepsi,, when translated it becomes Live with Pepsi. And that one I don't know if that is meant as a roommate, or Pepsi is all we have so just deal with it.

Thing is, when you go to a foreign country, be very careful how you say, "Hello. I'd like a Pepsi, please."

Grant Your Wishes

A lot of Republicans charged President John Fitzgerald Kennedy with nepotism when he asked his brother, Bobby, to serve as Attorney General.

The king of keeping it in the family was President Ulysses S. Grant who placed his father on the payroll as postmaster of Covington, Kentucky. His wife’s brother-in-law James Casey was appointed Collector of Customs to the Port of New Orleans; another brother-in-law served as an appraiser of customs in San Francisco, his cousin Silas Hudson was named a minister to Guatemala, and another brother-in-law was minister to Denmark. In all, nearly forty people associated with Grant, including thirteen relatives, benefited from “Grantism.”

Without saying Trump’s name, because I just would never say Trump—like why would I even bring Trump’s name into this? But there is a parallel here, wouldn’t you think?

On a side note: In 1908, the nephew of Napoleon Bonaparte, Charles Joseph Bonaparte, created the Bureau of Investigation, which later was known as the FBI.

I have never been so discombobulated in all my life as I am right now. What with the pandemic and politics going on, half of which is a bunch of marlatkey. That thingamajig for a TV doesn't tell me anything new; it's the same nincompoops all the time spouting the news. Just once I'd like to hear or see the truth for a change. Maybe.

I get so flummoxed at times listening to one of these dingleberry wanna-be news anchors spitting out a bunch of hogwash and gobbledygook, I almost want to throw a whatchamacallit, you know that, that, oh, I remember now; tantrum. It's just a bunch of poppycock if you ask me. They might have bamboozled a lot of people with their persnickety reporting, but we all know they speak gibberish like nobody's business and the majority of people who listen end up being just like them. I should know. It was my misfortune to be stuck next to a chatty flibbertigibbet during my nightly bus ride home the other day. He couldn't have been more than sixteen, too. I was flabbergasted when the young whippersnapper acted as if he knew all there was to know. I listened politely, nodded my head, then when my stop arrived I practically ran from his still moving lips. I wasn't about to miss my stop and hear him muttering away and let myself lollgag away and waste my personal time. I did the quickest skedaddle off that bus like you have never seen before.

When I finally came home, there were a bunch of people standing around having a regular brouhaha about some doohickey thing that can drive itself these days. I think they call them self-propelled electric cars. Now them things, I wouldn't trust for one second. Whatnot with all the possibilities of saying, "Car, turn left" at such and such a street and end up in a real kerfuffle when the car ends up in a neighbors kitchen, or worse, their bathroom. Talk about being gobsmacked, and can you imagine the look on the owners face?

Anyway, on that day, when I was finally home, I had to face a situation I had put off far too long. I had an unfinished renovation project that had left the laundry room cattywampus; the washer and dryer were unhooked, the walls were unpainted and the sink was disconnected. I wasn't really in the mood for this but I needed to wash a few things I did by hand and afterward, I set up a makeshift set of tenterhooks to hang my clothes up so they could dry. I know, I know, I could use the laundromat three blocks away but I wasn't about to take the time ro whatits ... waste? The time it would take me to get their, wash and dry would take much longer than the time I used and the clothes would be dry in the morning. A quick ironing and they would be ready to wear. I'll do the washer and dryer tomorrow.

That crowd I mentioned, started getting really too loud and things looked like they might get out of hand. So I opened my window and told them to take their shananigans someplace else or I would call the police for the disturbence they were making. That made them quiet down. Of course that was just a bunch of codswallop. I'd never call the police on them, but the mere mention sent them off to someplace else to do their thingamajig. I doubt thay had ideas to canoodle.

They made me laugh a little. What a sight that would be. Half a dozen young men getting suddenly romantic with one another, but who knows? Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Not my concern but that sure would make for an interesting video to put on Youtube.

I need to have something to eat. I know just the thing. Sliced ham, some turkey, bacon, lettuce and a tomato slice on pumpernickel.

Then a shower and the news. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's all fake but I gotta get good lies from some place don't I?