Dia De Los Dangerous!

The title of this post is from a Venture Bros. episode, if you were wondering.

I played tennis today, in the sun.
My face… red to say the least.
Oh lack of melanin, you strike again!

Is there anything more stressful than something you’re supposed to be good at?
For instance, if one is terrible at break dancing, one will usually not fret about learning out to break dance well. Unless that “one” is Brad McKenzie… dammit, I wanna pop and lock.

The song of today is First Song by Band of Horses just for the use of “shaking-ass cold.”
That’s lexicon I can get behind.

I signed up on diggit yesterday and had to blurb about my blog. “Blurb about my blog” is way too much lingo for a 4-word span… Regardless, this is what I came up with:
A blog dedicated to the overflow of ideas beaten into the template of words. Fitful musings and poetry on a nearly daily basis. These words are important. These words can move buildings.

I hate the last sentence… I should’ve nixed that instantly. Nipped it in the bud, if you will. Bud or butt? It’s not important… which then negates the next to last sentence in my blurb. Damn.

Quickwrite: Untitled (as most will be)
Throwing insults and hairspray
like a fury of revolving cougars,
I’m watching mercury weasel its way
down my chest.
It collects at my feet
and pulls the lightning out of my limbs,
shaking the earth around me.
I’m the ghost of King Hamlet
on a gyroscope,
levitating perfectly
around the globe
of my own ideas.

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Yep, quickwrite means I just wrote that… just now.
How did I do?

-b.mckenzie