Thursday, June 30, 2011

on burnt bridges and sailed ships

it is your choice. it is your choice to continue careening angrily through life like a tarnished errant pinball. it is your choice to snap like a rabid dog at the hands that would help boost you up.

it is your choice to hold grudges like blankets made of tetanus and barbed wire, clutching them close till they disease your blood, and lock your jaw.

it is your choice to pick friends who will tell you what you want to hear over your true friends. friends who worry about you and aren't afraid to tell you that you are maybe making poor choices. it is your choice to leave these true, but sometimes painful, friendships behind like rotting leftovers of savory dishes that you have enjoyed until they no longer served your tastes.

it is your choice to douse the timbers in gasoline and strike the match. it is your choice to stand, hand on hip, the line of your mouth set hard, back turned; on the docks as the cruise line pulls away, blasting its final farewell air horn into the dark, empty night.

darth sardonic

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Sunday, June 19, 2011

happy birthday/father's day

today i am 40 years old. it feels alot like 39 but with a headache and an icky glenlivet residue in my mouth.
40, n while i feel i have come a long way, i constantly remind myself how much growing i have to do, and how much of that skinny, whiny little twit who thought everybody hates him still resides somewhere inside me.
i'm a lucky motherfucker. i've got amazing kids, a gorgeous, wonderful wife who puts up with my bullshit. sometimes more than her fair share. n yeah, i put up with bullshit from her too, that's the nature of relationships, it all balances out.
i miss my dad today. don't ask me why. i've no idea. but i do, and it hurts.
i thought i had more to say. i guess it just boils down to that.
thanks for playing along, better posts (and my views/thoughts/observations about aspergers) to come.
darth sardonic


Wednesday, June 08, 2011

memoirs (by no. 2)

found in no. 2's backpack at the end of the school year, and repeated here without any editing whatsoever.

October 19, 2010
I got my costume on Sunday. I will go trick or treating in my Incredible Hulk costume. You get your costume on and in less than two weeks you get ready to go trick or treating. You get your bucket and Poppy dresses as a zombie. I went to Boo at the Zoo dressed as Batman. [No. 1] dressed as Obi Wan Kenobie. You dress up and ring the doorbell at your neighbor's house and say, "trick or treat!"

November 9, 2010
How to make a pumpkin face:
First, you make the lines on the pumpkin. Then, you cut out the lines. Next, you cut the top of the head off the pumpkin. Finally, you have a jack-o-lantern.

Feb 9, 2011
One day it stormed. It was super stormy today. So we went to our tree house. It was stormy so I went to the house.

in other news, no. 1 has been diagnosed with aspergers, the knowledge of which will make handling him properly a little easier perhaps. i definitely will need to post further on that in the very near future.
i now have 13 followers, most of whom have never commented or with whom i have never interacted. why? where do they come from? what is it about this little hep b hypodermic needle in the park grasses of the world wide web that would attract followers in the first place?
thanks for playing along,
darth sardonic

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