Well look and what Seven went and started. Yes I blame him entirely for renewing my thoughts on Final Fantasy. After all that I did today and yesterday, after work, I post on my FF blog before I posted here.

So now, besides a child in the hospital, one at home, a recovering wife, and company all day every day, now I have to share with the world of blogstream, the reason why Final Fantasy is one of the greatest game series ever. But enough of that. If you wanted to hear about video games you wouldn't be here, you'd be there.

A short story . . .

Why is it that there was no escape from the treacherous thoughts that were his. How was it that it seemed that the evil infection crawled all inside his head, like spiders nesting in his skull. And when he opened his mouth and those thoughts came out, you could see these evil arachnids spewing out of his mouth like a swarm of hungry demons.

And what made it worse was the evil that he was instructed to do. He really didn't want to hurt anyone. But his head kept telling him to, and he couldn't ignore it. There was great pain all over when he didn't comply. He really didn't want to hurt that woman, but his head made him, there was nothing that he could have done to stop the pain, if he hadn't. He didn't like hearing her cry and scream when he cut her like a sow. He didn't like the screams. It made him cry. He kept telling her that he couldn't stop himself, but he knew in his heart that she didn't believe him. And why should she, he was slitting her up. I mean you wouldn't if you were in her shoes.

Now he sits alone in the darkness of the wet alley. Her various body parts strewn all over the alley. Blood everywhere. It was running into the water in the alley, and making it's way the light at the end of the alley. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone found her, and found him. He knew what would happen to him, when he was found out. But he couldn't stop himself. The last time that he did, when he wouldn't kill that little boy like his head told him to, he felt horrible pain for what seemed like eternity.

So he sat there, her blood caking and drying on his hands. He sobs softly, with his face in his hands, and her blood on his face. He didn't know what to do and he didn't think that anyone would help him. They would be afraid of him. Yes afraid of him. And can you blame them? Wouldn't you be if you were in their shoes?

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"I don't what it was. But it was big and it was huge, and it swooped down on him like a giant fucking bat."

I changed my third blog. Politics just aren't in me. The recent post I did "I ride my chocobo to victory" (with the help of Seven) has sparked my love of Final Fantasy again. I deleted the post, but before I did, I reposted it on my new blog "My Final Fantasy", for those of you that are interested.

Although, Heather did leave a bunch of confused emotiocons (sp) as a comment on that post, I moved it to my other blog, so as to keep a little subject organization here. I didn't delete it because of the comment that she left.

So if you are interested there will be all kinds of Final Fantasy posts, picture, movies, and game tips on this new blog.

Well take care all, see you around.

Seven . . . that post was for you! (For some reason now I want a Budweiser. Huh??)

 

Hope that you enjoy it Miss Cracker. Growing up most of my childhood without a television, this was the first time (when I watched this) that I had seen Tommy James.

 

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

 

"Over and over."

I was just rereading a thread of comments Miss Donuts and I left on Seven's post. And it still cracked me up . . .

BURLY

There is something funny about that word. Maybe because in the context of said comments, burly was used to describe a policeman, fireman, and FBI agent. The burliness seemed to be the sexual content, from how Miss Donuts described their "redeaming" qualities.

So during the conversation, concerning burly men, the only thing that kept coming to my mind was the episode of the Simpsons where Marge gets infatuated with the "spokesjack" (as Homer called him) for Burly Paper Towels. Seems somewhat of a rip off the old Richard Karn look-a-like that Bounty use to have on their paper towels.



So anyway Homer called the spokesjack, the actors name, Chad Sexington.

The dictionary defines burly as "Heavy, strong, and muscular; husky". Or as an adj. "muscular and heavily built; "a beefy wrestler"; "had a tall burly frame"; "clothing sizes for husky boys"; "a strapping boy of eighteen"; "`buirdly' is a Scottish term"".

So what is it about burly men ladies? Do yall ladies like burly men. Like Chad Sexington up there. Are you more of a slim line bodied man?

It's funny because that word just seems so "goofy" for the lack of a better word. And maybe that is because women are not described as burly, unless maybe refering to the frighteningly large German woman Helga or Bertha.

Here is Miss Donuts first comment that incited me to egg her on . . .

"and lastly, "Ohhhhh yesssss ahhhh mmmm ohhhhhhh." donuts shrieked after recieving her panties down, bent over the knees of a burly policeman spanking. His gun in his hand fully cocked and loaded and ready to shoot.....the end. "

I feel the need to tell all of you that I rarely instigate the continuing of such pornographic writings, when it comes to involve a man. But in this instance, Miss Donuts was making my stomach hurt I was laughing so much. She has such a talent for saying things as she wants, and because most people aren't that comfortable to do so, it seems hystarical to us.

But Seven must and has to take some responsibilty for this, as he knew from the start (as he is a master manipulator) that this would be the result. And also, I must mention, that a similar, and somewhat equally hystrical exchange took place between Miss Donuts and myself, on another one of Seven's posts. So yes, he has a part in this. Although I am sure upon reading this that when he realizes this accusation, he will either act innocent, or blame his brother, Six.

So after this in depth look at the word "burly", is this going to send women home dreaming of Grizzly Adams and that one dude from Deliverance? He was pretty burly. No, not Burt Reynolds, the "squeal like a pig boy" guy. Pardon me, Miss Kristin, as I steal a line from you (ironicly, also on Seven's blog), "you sure do got a perdy mouth, boy." Maybe that is why burly sends chills down my spine.

Thanks for reading, and maybe understanding what the hell I am talking about, and I will see you all the next time around. Take care.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"I am having a private conversation with my wife in the guise of Chad Sexington, thank you very much."

I've been a bit too serious today, so I thought that I would take a break and do a post ala Miss Misty. As she always has a good joke to post.

Take care all.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"I'll pretend, I'm Jamacian, man." "You have smoked yourself retarded."