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Ghost.
Posted On 11/21/2008 16:48:49
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One of my rats died last night.Ghost.An albino,as the name would imply.He was 5 years old,so he'd had a good stretch,but I'm still crying He was the softest,gentlist,most affectionate little bundle of fur...miss him already He was originally bought as a breeder,but since the poor little lad never figured sex out and used to run and hide from the females,he became more of a particular pet Maybe I'll post some pictures.I don't know.
Tags: Pets Death Loss Sad
A world of nothing-empty,dark
Distant-shrouded in the mists
That wrap this frozen heart,
This shattered soul.
Lost in shadow,dream ridden,
Unraveling inside.
Watching as the stranger
Who wears this flesh
Stumbles through my life.
Locked behind a wall of glass
That none can touch or see.
No breaking through this prison wall,
No comforting touch.
No kindred soul to take my hand,
To see the truth behind my eyes-
The fear when all I touch
Fails,withers,dies.
A phantom drifting through lifes murk,
A lost and clouded mind
Searching for an escape
From this chaos they call life.
December 2005
Tags: Poetry
Within her breast
her heart withered and shrank,
untill it grew small,
small enough to keep within an acorn shell.
Still none heeded her weeping.
None cared to ease her pain.
Time passed
and her heart shrank yet further,
becoming so small,
it was no more than a grain of sand.
But they did not care to see,
would not share her grief.
Scorched by the burning winds of their indifference,
it withered further still,
until the day came when,
if any had cracked the acorn shell
and peered within,
they would have found nothing.
Not even a grain of sand.
May 2005
Tags: Poetry
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note,
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of your girlfriend
And a gig was a job for the night-
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.
An application was for employment,
A program was a TV show,
A curser used profanity,
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age,
A CD was a bank account,
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the rubbish,
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile.
Log on was adding wood to the fire,
Hard drive was a long trip on the road,
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived,
And a back up happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife,
Paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head,
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens,they'll wish they were dead.
Tags: Humour
I was supposed to be flying out to my aunt's funeral in Dublin this morning.
Arrived at Heathrow at 8:30 am to find they'd overbooked the seats on the plane.
15 of us customers stood there with fully paid for tickets...and no seats available on the plane.
The airline's fault,completely.
This sort of fiasco was meant to have been stopped 2 years ago!
And,of course,there were no seats to be had on any other planes at such short notice.Neither today or tomorrow,when the funeral will actually take place.
So none of the english side of the family will be there.Wonderful.
To add insult to injury,they attempted to refuse to refund(which is fairly usual for airlines here,even when they are unargueably in the wrong they will usually refuse to refund)and tried feeding me some claptrap about me having to reschedule my 'holiday' as 'refunds are against company policy'...
I went berserk...politely,of course.Ended up with three very edgy security boys stood behind me.Which,needless to say,did nothing to improve my state of mind.Finally managed to harrangue the desk girl into calling a member of management down.Who was made to understand in no uncertain terms that the flight was not for holiday purposes,that their mistake was responsible for causing severe emotional distress to a number of elderly people and that,if a full refund was not forthcoming with a full written apology,they would be hearing from my solicitor.It's still going to take 28 days for the refund to come through.And,obviously,they won't refund the wasted cost of travelling to the airport and back again.
Then the joy of a second taxi trip on the motorway.
All in all,a simply marvelous day this has been.
I've got Toothache
I'm not a happy Wolf at all today.
The entire right side of my face is on fire.And has been for several days.So,aside from my normal insomnia(as if that weren't bad enough),I've not been able to sleep from the sheer pain
Bonjela and Anbersol have both completely failed to help.Can't see a dentist until next week...
Going to see if anywhere in town has any fresh Cloves in stock tomorrow...maybe that'll work...
*cries*
Tags: Toothache Pain Sick Hurt
Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair,
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share.
He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet,
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by,
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye:
"See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt!"
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be;
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see.
And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt,
Was nothin' more than God had graced him with upon his birth.
They marvelled for a moment, then one said: "We must be gone.
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along."
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow,
Around the bonnie star the Scotsman's kilt did lift and show.
Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call, and stumbled towards the trees.
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees.
And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes,
"Oh, lad I don't know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!"
Tags: Comedy Poetry
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