Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Day when Love, like Smog, fills the air...

Ah, Valentines Day...

A time for Love.... and Romance...

A time to tell that "Special Someone"... just how you truly feel...
A time, to love... and to be loved...


I guess... It's best summed up in this little poem I got in an email many, many years ago...
"Fuck Valentines Day"
Hearts and roses and kisses galore...
What the hell is all that shit for?
People get mushy and start acting queer
It is definatley the most annoying day of the year
This day needs to get the hell over with and pass
Before i shove a dozen roses up Cupid's ass
I'll spend the day so drunk I can't speak
And wear all black for the rest of the week
People act all sweet, but it soon will fade
For all they are doing is trying to get laid
The arrow Cupid shot at me must not have hit
Because I think love is a crock of shit
So heres my story...what else can I say?
Love bites my ass...Fuck Valentines Day!
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So.. Who's got some shot recipes for me to try Friday night??? If it gets me to pass out by 11:59 PM Friday, and not wake back up till 12:00 AM Sunday morning... I'll send you a cookie. :-)
- Kenny G.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

100th Post: "The Tarnished Knight: Requiem"

Wow... I've made 100 posts on this blog... Mind you, the first 7 were way back in 2005, but that's beside the point....

To celebrate, I'll add one more chapter to what I have rapidly come to see as my best writing ever...

The sickening crack of maimed bone pierced His ears. His arm lay at His side, broken, dangling like a piece of shredded flesh from the wolf's latest meal.

His leg seared with pain from the tears in His muscles. Slowly, Weakly, He brought himself to stand. To some, this day would be seen as a victory... To others, the cost would be too high to bear.

He had not slain the demons within Himself... He had simply chased them away for a time. For all His struggles against that which left Him weak and tragic, He had only won a few moments of peace.

They would return.... They would always return...

But for a moment... He had peace...

He could once again look to the Heavens, and feel the slightest glimmer of hope. He may never again be the Knight He had once strived to be... But He was alive...

When the night arrived, He would once again be tormented by His failings, His faults. He would once again know all too well how alone He felt...

But for a moment... He had peace...

Could the day come when the demons would never again test His will? Would He ever find what He truly longed for... truly needed? These were the questions He would always ask...

For now... He didn't care... His Spirit, His Body, were just too drained... And He needed to rest, before He could muster any more strength...

He slowly trudged back to There... To the place where He found both rest, and solitude... A place both Wicked and Lovely... The only place He could call Home...

But for a moment... He had peace...

..... If for only a moment...

- A Piece by Kenny G.