I wanted to be self-made

But I mined too deep too quickly

And now I’m tapped out.

No joke I’m requesting the day off of work on October 12th because the new Pokemon game is coming out.

A Letter From Fred - “Oh Sweet Lorraine”

From The Blaze:

On Monday, Today.com brought the man’s story to light, noting that he joined the contest — one that was held by Green Shoe Studio, a company in his town — after reading about it in a local newspaper. In the simplest of terms, Stobaugh decided to pen lyrics in an effort to pay homage to his wife, Lorraine, who recently passed away.

So, he put together a simply song celebrating her life and their love together and he mailed it to the studio the traditional way (in a manila envelope) rather than submitting it electronically along with a required video. Accompanying his lyrics, Stobaugh wrote a letter noting his age and the fact that Lorraine had died just weeks before the submission. The two had spent nearly 75 years together.

In an interview with WYZZ-TV back in July, Stobaugh described writing the song, claiming that it simply came to him as he was sitting down and humming six weeks after his wife’s death. The tune’s title? “Oh Sweet Lorraine.” While he seemingly didn’t have the technological know-how to produce a video (and, admittedly, he isn’t a strong singer) as the contest called for, sending the lyrics in on paper was his way of participating and commemorating his wife’s life.

“I was sitting here one night, oh about six weeks after she passed away and just sat here kind of hummin’ a little bit and it just finally came to me,” he told the outlet.

After receiving the lyrics, Green Shoe Studio was blown away. Despite the fact that Stobaugh’s submission didn’t meet the contest’s criteria, Jacob Colgan, a singer and songwriter who received the letter and the song, decided to help turn the lyrics into an actual tune.

In the end, what was written on paper was turned into a professionally-produced song — one that Stobaugh simply loves.

“The song really helps me. It really helps me. It just seemed like she’s just sort of with me,” the elderly widower told WYZZ-TV. “Which I know she’s smiling, she’s smiling down and she likes that song, I know.”

*SOBSOBSOBSOBSOBSOBSOB*

Politics

But what was I doing before I sat at this table

Because all I’m aware of is how my legs tremble

They’ve born such a terrible weight.

And all around me these voices scream and fight,

Declaring one another to be hypocrites and liars,

Meanwhile I watch the dying funeral pyre.

When they finally grow weary and quiet

I ask them where we are and what’s the point of it,

And no one is really sure.

We’ve been fed something that doesn’t fill,

Just something to chew and mask the bile,

And each night we took it for communion

It helps us forget what’s become of this Union.

I watched one man wipe his face and cross the room

He looked out the cracked window at the prevalent gloom

And declared that something must be done.

And now that we’re sober because the wine is all gone,

We finally agreed.

“You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality.”

Aesop’s Parable of the Dog and the Wolf

And suddenly I thought of this past year,

Of all I had lost

Because of a moment of weakness

One late night

And because I decided to keep

The dignity

Of owning that decision

Of carrying

The burden of freedom forever.

The bitch

Chewed the collar off her raw neck,

Ran off,

And danced with the starving wolf.

fyeahredeye:

same

beccaandthebox:

An uncomfortable doodle comic about feelings that come at the beginning of a year

Whoa dude I was not prepared for this.

I don’t get people who call oil and gas “the Earth’s blood” because it’s not.  It’s decomposed organic material.  It’s more like the Earth’s feces.  It’s been digested.  It’s not carrying life sustaining properties for the Earth like blood.  Get yo facts straight.

“The Oxford English Dictionary notes some old Dutch words “botervlieg” and “boterschijte,” and conjectures that butterflies’ excrement may have been thought to resemble butter, hence giving the name “butter-shit,” then “butter-fly”.”