So Gustav, "Staff of the Gods" in Swedish, is getting ready to come kick some ass on the coast. We'll see how things turn out. Still not sure if my family and I are evacuating, got my friend Miles chilling with us because his area had a mandatory evacuation. We're unlikely to get much worse than tropical storm level winds where I am, and the storm surge shouldn't be high enough to get to my house, or if it does it likely won't get into it. See you folks later.
Unknown Playful - 16 years, 2 months, 11 days ago

And here's another that was written shortly before the first one.

"Some Morbid Thoughts"

He wandered down the street

And gave a little twitch

He had a sudden feeling

Like an unbearable itch

His vision changed

And his thoughts did too

He took a stick and grabbed a person

He shoved that stick straight through

Blood covered his shirt

His rampage had begun

To bad nobody knew to run

A woman with a stroller walked on by

He broke the handle off

And stuck it in her eye

She never got to tell her baby goodbyePoor kid, he was only one

When he saw his mother's blood run

Our butcher found himself in a diner

The waitress didn't know of his fun

She couldn't have been kinder

He found out just how much a fork can do

No one will ever find her

The cook walked out on the scene

Our herolaughed a bit

Before he grabbed a skewer

And stuck him like a pig

Today's menu is roast cook on a spit

By now the sirens are blazing

They don't mean a thing

He walks nonchalantly out the door

Sounding the cliche ding-a-ling

He saw some window washers

And the good work they do

They wiped those windows oh so well

The windows looke dlike new

He grabbed the ropes that held them up

Let loose their falling cell

When they landed

They couldn't fill a cup

The windows would have to be wiped again

Splattered with the remains of those two men

Now at the hardware store

So many wonderful toys

Screw Santa, he'd bring them to all the girls and boys

A power drill down an ear canal

The bit got lost, sorry pal

A saw severed a neck

While somebody got crushed by a stack of 5/8" firecheck

Sledgehammer to the face

That guy's now in a better place

He left the shop

Went to his work to touch base

With a bad of things that go pop

Garden variety explosives from a nearby fireworks store

Pyrotechnic flares lit the office bright

Gave his coworkers quite a fright

Flashes and bangs galore, beams fell to block the door

He sat in a window and admired his city of gore

As a helicopter flew by, he was in a sniper's sights

With one last loud bang

Our hero was no more
Unknown Playful - 16 years, 3 months, 10 days ago

This was written by me about two and a half years ago or so. Enjoy!

"Boink"

Boink the clown never needs to frown

He loves his job very much

Working at the circus, surrounded by children

Tender to the touch

His lips are always red

From the kids blood

He likes to eat them raw

or medium-rare if cooked

The clown lures them in

With balloons in his tent

And with a rusty scalpel

Their little lives are spent

Right away, a taste test required

Then a glance at the recipes, feeling wired

Tacos are thedish today

Into the grinder the children go

Mash the bones up fine so he won't choke

We wouldn't want to lose the jolly bloke

Pull out the hair and make a blanket

Carnies get cold at night

The niños are better off

Not putting up a fight

His kid skin rug

is quite a sight

So Boink the clown

He's very content

Living as a circus freak

Paying no rent
Unknown Playful - 16 years, 3 months, 10 days ago

One of my all time favorite songs.
"Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner" by Warren Zevon


Unknown Playful - 16 years, 5 months, 20 days ago

Believe it or not, I actually was inspired to be a more loving person when I came across this song during my freshman year of high school. ;)

"Change the World" by P.O.D.


Unknown Playful - 16 years, 5 months, 24 days ago