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Maxi Pain

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Sshhhh…

It is of my opinion that that fecker, Maxi, has went to great lengths to infiltrate and destroy K8Opia.  His latest attempt to freeze my communications with the Queen, K8 the Gr8, has been foiled.  After much interrogation, his slimy cronies have turned in his latest GPS location.  It turns out that Cane the Pain and his shrinking group of cohorts are plotting the destruction of K8Opia, and dare I say it, Cackaloo! 

This potentate can not be trusted.  One of our spies recently penetrated a so-called shelter for orphaned children.  It turns out that he put the boys in a sectioned off wing that genetically turns them into evil mutant soldiers, while the girls are put into sweat shops.  His deplorable actions do not stop there! 

I thought of nuking his arse and ended it, but that would be too quick for a vile character such as him.  Chemical warfare was put on the table, but we decided on Biological warfare.  So, we are asking all citizens of K8Opia to capture their flatus and bring it to the Queen’s palace.  By the time this transmission goes out, a giant fart bomb will be released over Maxi Cane and his chums current position.  Hopefully, he will suffer worse than his subjects have.

flatulence

Flyers, radios, and food will be dropped over MaxiLand immediately.  K8 the Gr8 is a kind and gracious queen.  The people of Maxiland will have a chance to defect or stay and create their own free nation.

All hail the Queen!

In MaxiLand another child goes hungry in a neighborhood just blocks away from one where Maxi is too full to eat another bite. Somewhere another citizen rises up against him only to be beaten to death in dark alleys. Somewhere another twelve-year-old is gunned down by Maxi’s army.

But somewhere, there have also always been people, like K8, who believe that this isn’t the way it was supposed to be – that things should be different. People who believe that while evil and suffering can be replaced with miracles and boundless dreams – a place where we’re not afraid to face down the greatest challenges in pursuit of the greater good; a place where, against all odds, we overcome.  K8Opia!

Join us to fight evil tyrants over the globe and throughout the universe, such as Maxi Laxi!

Rat Kerfuffle

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There Sam was in queue to vote, when he received a call from across the Rubicon.  His ears perked up and he started screeching in a duplex exchange.  The idioms used in the conversation were not consistent with the area in which he resides. 

After he stopped chatting, two mice behind him started ranting about him in an abusive squeaking tone.  The younger one reached out with his mitt and protruding snout and pecked on his back.  “This poor fecker must be insane, messing with a squirrel like me”, Sam thought, as he turned around discovered him lurking.

“Aye, what u be doin’ here?”

“I’m here to vote for that buzzard wantin’ to live in the big house.”

‘You ah ‘merkan?”

‘Born in a Maple on Arch street”, Sam squealed whilst turning around.

“Ye don’t sound like yer from here, and you got another country’s shirt on”, the field mouse screeched whilst poking with a pollen laden paw.

“You’re going to dare question my citizenship?”  Sam demands, as he raised to his hind legs.

“Yes, I am…”, the field mouse nervously answered.

“I forage for food all year long, only to have to give a third of it to the Gub’mint…I can wear or say whatever the feck I want”, he squealed, as he changed his posture to a fighting one.

At that moment, a muscular possum came running over with claws extracted.  “You boys r gonna have to settle down, or I’m gonna have ta kick ye out here”,, he cried, whilst wrapping his large paws around their necks.

Sam voted and got the feck out of there before he was ambushed by a gang of street mice.

Later that night tattered and bruised, he hitched a ride on the bumper of a taxi home.  He discovered the missus standing in the doorway of their maple home.  With paws tucked tightly in her house coat, she cried, “I told ya not to wear that shirt’”.

He shook his head and ran out into the alley shrouded in fresh fallen leaves and pleaded for a car to hit him.

He gave up and went inside to plot the extermination of that smutty rat from across the water, Maxi Cane! 

“That fucker is going down”, he cogitated whilst sending a cryptic troop movement message to k8 the Gr8!

Yesss!

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After almost two weeks without internet access, I am finally back “Online”!    :)

Now if I could only find that scrap of paper that I wrote a wee poem on the other night?!

 

Your regularly scheduled programming will resume soon.   :)

Blog?

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This wee sector of 0’s and 1’s on a hard drive in a case with ten other hard drives and four CPU’s…I don’t know it anymore.  My little droplet of creativity in an Olympic size pool has become foreign even to me.  This website was created to express who I am in a creative and artistic fashion.  It used to be a grand corner of the interweb.  I’d write a new story or poem that’d knock people off their heels.  They’d nudge me to keep at it and suggest improvements.  I’d oblige and write another fictional story better than the last.  I’d give hints and codes to my own identity.  It’s not that hard to figure me out, but I love mystery and intrigue. 

I was welcomed into a community of worldwide bloggers from all walks of life.  Some of them treated me like family, others treated me like their son.  I loved them all to bits and still do.  It was a grand time in my life.  I have learned so much from so many people.  I am very grateful to all of you. 

In a strange mist that lasted for months, I verged off the creative path and went down a strange and boring trail.  I let people tell me what I was better at, and what I should pursue.  I conformed to one small group and have paid a dreadful price for it.  This blog, if you want to call it that, was never meant to be a daily log of my life.  If I had something important going on or something inspiring to share, I’d announce it.  Otherwise, it was fiction and faction (non-fiction that has been fluffed up to make it interesting.) as usual. 

To be honest, I’ve not felt like my old self in six months or so.  It is imperative that I write fiction and pour my heart out into a poetry, even if no one else ever reads it.  I’m real and everything that I’ve ever said that was factual, is, but I also have the imagination of a youngster.  It’d be a damn shame to waste that!  Yes, I’m a fantabulous photographer and very thankful to those that have helped me along the way.  But, I’m a whole package.  Not only can I take or draw the picture, I can also tell you about the scene in a way that’ll make your heart melt.  :)   My writing is certainly not up to the degree it once was, but I’ll get there again and move forward. 

So, there will be no more blabbering on about weekends or boring nonsense that no one wants to read anyway.  If I have exciting news or a meme to do, I’ll post it.  Otherwise, I’ll be going back to the old game plan.  I’ll post new photos, poems, short stories, and drawings.  Jefferson Davis of auld is back baby!  :)

Be afraid…be very afraid…

P.S.:  Please continue your regularly scheduled skimming of blogs.  Thank You   :)

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A few wee Scriblings ’bout Me

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Grandad did it!  He tagged me a few days ago (sorry for the lateness of the post) for a six word meme.  The gist of the meme is to describe one’s self in six words.  I’m going to give this a couple of goes.  J

Journeyman

Energised

Featherweight

Fisherman

Enigma

Recalcitrant

Sociable

Observer

Nonpareil

Six words when I’ve had too much to drink: 

Nefarious, Devious, Audacious, Flirtatious, Gregarious, & Hilarious

Six more words: 

Justified, Sanctified, Electrified, Amplified, Non-classified, & Diversified

Six real words ‘bout me:

Humble:  I reckon you’ll find that I’m a very down to earth fellow that can be fishing one minute and writing poetry and taking photos the next.

Honourable:  If I ever promise you anything, I’ll do my best to achieve it.  And, when it comes to women, I’m like a faithful mutt waiting for a handout.  ;)

Benevolent:  Believe it or not, I’m a very helpful and kind person.  I don’t talk about helping people on the blog, because that would be totally rude to those that I’ve helped. 

Silly:  I am a clown but usually on accident.  I like to play!  J

Deamy:  I see things as they should be or how they could be in a different realm.

Artsy:  I shouldn’t have to tell you by now how much I love Art!  Tis my life ambition to turn words into picturesque scenes and picturesque shots into words.  :)

Now, onto my favourite part!  Who shall I meme?  Hmm…How ‘bout:

Absolutely Vanilla  (when she gets back to blogging)

Brian F. (Just cause)

Baino   (subconsciously she loves these darn things.)  :)

Gayé  (I’ve not pestered her with one of these in quite a while.)

Suzan  (I’ve not annoyed her with one of these in a long time either.)