Can’t believe just because I decided to have a bit of fun with this Russian chick that I’m now here
Under the full moon we made out for a while, and everything was cool till she invited me to her place
Really should have said no, but she was like too hot, so I went to her house
So that’s when it got really weird. Her house had feet. Chicken feet! I told her she was too freaky for me
Everything happened so quickly. She took offense, and needless to say, now I’m the one with damn chicken feet!
Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes
And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table
Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work
But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks
Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow
Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll
Prying back her man’s rough outer layer
Exposed the fact that he was surprisingly human
Except she didn’t want to believe that
Lifting his freshly stilled heart out of the way, she continued to look for essence of monster
“Stuff like this yarn makes the entire universe.”
“That is total bull and you know it!”
“Really? And what makes you such an expert, do you do physics?”
“I know something much better than physics that tells me that’s a lie.”
“Never going to believe you, but why don’t you tell me.”
“Given that cats exist, and if the universe is made of yarn stuff, why haven’t cats unraveled everything?”
“So you know what, you may be on to something.”
“Can’t believe he isn’t bleeding out”
“Unless that means what I think that means”…
The zombie crunched away at the fresh brains, so yummy. They should have run.
So do you believe in the magic that surrounds you?
Pushing the fantastical into the factual
Enabling imagination to define reality
Letting wonder bloom in the field of drab predictability
Let’s drink deep of this fever dream and cast our fancy into the world
So, obviously I have not been posting that much to my blog lately
Oh believe me, I wanted to keep publishing every day, but I had my reasons
Reason one, my professional life has demanded more of my time
Reason two, I needed to get a bunch of stuff done around my house
Yet the time is coming where I will return. Thank you, and please keep checking in
Everything felt numb inside
Making him crave something, anything to fill that void
Pushing him to do crazier and crazier things
Though nothing seemed to help
Yet it did lead him to believe he was broken
It might look like things are at their darkest.
Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.
Perhaps even preposterous.
Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.
So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.
Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.
It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.
Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.
Lift yourself one bit at a time.
Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.
Been shaking the pair in my hand and wondering
Obviously the way they land is random
Now that wasn’t an appealing thought
Every ounce of him wanted to believe in luck, that now was his time
So when they came up snake eyes, he knew he had been right
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