About the title...

Not only is it the metonymic adage coined by English author Edward Bulwer-Lytton in 1839 for his play Richelieu, it's the throw-back to the Jeopardy mock from the geniuses at SNL: http://www.funnyjunk.com/movies/8806/
The best part of words, they can be weapons. They can cut deep. They can also heal, transform and comfort. The might in the written word is often overlooked by those with limited vernacular--though I occasionally speak the every man's poetry of curses so I can't judge.
This blog in a sense is a way for me to exercise my favorite passion--writing. There will be personal accounts, prose, fiction and non, and anything else I feel like writing. Writing for the sake of keeping this seemingly lost art in the days of text-speak and the degeneration of our youth's ability for proper spelling and grammar.
I hope there to be humor and seriousness alike. I can't hold myself to too much promise on the outcome; simply see where it evolves!

Monday, March 19, 2012

trazodone-nia dreamin'

For your consideration:

This is what I watched with my little brother yesterday.
Enter on the scene 1 trazodone of unknown MG.
Off to dreamland...

These gloves were 2 feet tall each and slashing random people to ribbons. There was bone fragments, hair, skin and meat.. screaming and blood running everywhere...

And out of fucking nowhere, who makes a guest appearance?

This scary bastard... feeding america? nope...eating america. He showed up and started eating these peoples' remains and shitting out hamburger helper entree...

Waking from sleep....

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