Precision

Did you really think I would allow you to continue elevating yourself at my expense. Did you think I would not notice when you chose to vandalize my name and reputation. Do you really think you can command the respect of others by spewing your foul smelling personality like a skunk? My knife is ready for the next time you choose to decorate me with your witty inventions. Rest assured, I have no intentions of being cruel. Just precise.

My friends in the dark

Why is what seems to be bad is so easily confused with what is good? I cannot help but question my destined role in the pious carnage that rampages around me. I watch the wind ripple waves in the shallow pools of blood. The salty taste is thick in the air. The angry wolves fight over the last drippings of today’s sacrificial soul. The wolves are asking that I ‘procure’ their next meal. Whom do I sacrifice?

Yosemite Sam

I skim through the headlines and think I know everything. I learned those lessons long ago. I will never have to learn them again. I am old, and the world never changes in my fossilized eyes. I seek to apply my learned artistry of yesteryear’s cartoon logic to win each day with a happy end. I’m the good guy, and I’ll never get blown up.