tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71159618563736221732012-01-29T13:21:47.753-08:00Currently a place to put up my new writing selections. Older posts are general shite. Enjoy yo'self. -KTKal Thracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10257311563424696645noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115961856373622173.post-12879378313370236442011-10-25T10:35:00.001-07:002011-12-30T20:38:48.472-08:00

Stuck, not enough time to get back to your tribeAll of your family is together for this moment, hopefullyYou stand alone in a field of high grassTrees sway far off in the distance as the wind kicks upThe sky is gray between bruised purple and fiery red cloudsAll around is emptiness as you hear far off thunderBut it's not thunderThose are explosions from the ships high in the skyDropping small

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SweatThe beer bottle looks like it's sweatingSitting in this Land Cruiser, playing rap, drinking the last home beerThere is no rap music in the bar, or at least very littleSo I soak up some more urban beats as I sip to the bottomBathe in the last dregs of my city music before small town danceI adjust my bent rim basketball cap, my major league city hatI haven't picked a local college team but I'm

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Good vs Evil. Chaos vs Order. Dark vs Light.Single vs Relationship. Mayo vs Mustard.Only one of those I care about consistently (although Mustard is MY winner)In your heart and future vision, you see that visionShadowy but thereYou like them or your friends like themOr you're lucky and it's bothIt gives you a warm feeling of comfortYou want to stay thereIt's easy, with a few fights, but still

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My sandal's strap rippedMy jeans have holes in themNot the fashionable holes but the holes of wearMy knuckles are scraped from banging the walls while I sleepMy glassed are held together at the bridge by tape and hopeMy life is held together by faith and hopeThe faith is drying and the hope is peelingIn creeps anger and dissatisfactionOnce weapons to use to push me forwardThey are turned against

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I've always lived by the aeries The noise of the giant birds landing and flying over headThose were the sounds that rocked me to sleepThose were the sounds that roused me from slumberSilver rocs roar before lift-offAuric patterned simurghs gliding towards perchesThundering loud hawks Swooping iron sparrows Pewter peregrines performing tricky maneuversOne after another they alight and rise all

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The ceiling rumbles as the great beast slumbersYour dungeon cell is hot and uncomfortable as you try to sleepYou can feel the weight of tons of earth above your headWhen you do sleep, most of your dreams are troubled and feveredThe other ones are divided between hope and past regretsThis minor imprisonment should be a way to the futureAll your tools are here and new ideas spring to mind hourlyToo

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The music is playing; Gorillaz' Some Kind of Nature, he thinksIt doesn't even matter, he's just happy to be hereHe picks up the bottle of vodkaHe refills his red plastic cupLaughs at something someone saysMarried friends are telling jokes in the kitchen, he laughs on the perimeterHugs are giving to one of the wives and he leaves to the living roomBefore he makes it he bumps into a former

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I'm listening to Tomorrow Comes Today by the Gorillaz on my IPod as the snow comes down outside. This city is hot and the snow doesn't stick. The remaining snow from the last storm grows upward though from the dusting.I'm sitting inside the laundromat watching my underwear circle around and around. The glass is fogging up as the drum turns my clothes. It's mildly hypnotizing and momentarily pulls

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They come in the night While you rest your headUtilizing the distraction ofCyclops trying to fracture the walls of realitiesGhost warriors fighting for the soul of the chosenBound in chains, forced to fight dragon-men in arenasAncient kings and death merchants calling for cinematic endingsVicious valkyries flying over head holding bronze spears closeAngels wearing chrome sneakers on motorcycles

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The drums beat heavily, almost vibrating the airWalls sweat like marathon runnersOutside, the snow falls and the wind howlsElectronic sounds ring out as he walks through the crowdAmber liquid sloshes in the bottle as he movesSmiling Maenads whirl and grind against each otherPeople grasp human forms, hypnotized by the beatBreasts and hips press and release against his bodyCockiness and confidence

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(This poem is for my friend Tabitha who did the impossible and found me an ugly Gemma- sorry for the lateness)The sun is setting but the rooftop is still hotAugust in the city is always a scorcherHe’s extra hot with a bandage on his blond head and arm in his slingThe cigarette dangling from his mouth isn’t the wisest moveBut he craves the nicotine right nowPlus, he thinks it makes him look cool

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The Venetian blinds move to a rhythmThe shadows of the slats dance over the beige carpet“I see sounds” is the first thought through his headThe television is on mute and the remote sits on the coffee tableSunlight streams in with every movementHe stands in his bright, white t-shirt and the blue terry cloth pantsThat his friends call stripper day off wearOr his brother calls “Juicy Teen Jeans”He

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This city is damn brightI’m from the Big Apple and this is still brightI can bare it thoughThis weird and surreal amalgamation of sights and soundsI just left a pirate ship and now I’m passing gondolasItalian songs echo off the wall near Nic CageThis volcano has been dormant for months but it is erupting tonightDollar beers make up for the heatSort ofAsian, Black, Hispanic, WhiteTourists are

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Camera phones clicking and paparazzi surrounding Video being recorded to broadcast on televisionUploads to the internet from the various news vans on the perimeterCrowds moving as close to the barrier as possibleSecurity looming large by all of the barricadesPerfect smiles of the interviewers and the intervieweesThe red carpet stands as the epicenter for this modern day circusWell manicured nails

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Kate Sawyer opened her eyes slowly. Her head was pounding as if someone was dancing the Irish jig in the back of her skull. She knew that this wasn’t from the vodka she was throwing back at the bar earlier. No. Her headache came from being hurled across a room by a psychopath in an ugly Hawaiian print shirt. She was staring at the legs of the table in the interrogation room from her vantage point

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“Ahh, Kate,” said Jack Hobbes with his horrible smile. “So nice of you to join us again. Renee was about to ask me an undoubtedly uninspired question. Typical, right? I’m sure you can come up with something clever though.” Renee turned to look at her partner with a quizzical look on her face. Kate just shook her head. “Okay, guy,” began Kate, passing the sheet from Butler to her partner. “Who the

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Detective Renee Guiterrez was tired. She had just gotten off of her shift at the precinct and was beginning to relax at home when the call came in that she had to come back. A suspect was just caught in one of the cases she was investigating and he was confessing to everything. Renee didn’t want to leave Jose and the kids but he understood and she had to get back. Having a husband who was a

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They march through the darkening forest, slowly through the steady rainFive warriors on a journey to stop a threat to the kingdomThey had been dispatched by the lords of this land after the others had fallenMany had been slain by this dark childe and his growing forcesFive men, united by a common goal for different reasonsScott, the Paladin of the Eastern Barrows, leads this small force forwardHe

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My friends did this one a few years back.http://www.xxlmag.com/online/?p=20651

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Benjamin slid up further on his pillow and began to talk again. “I was the third child of Diana Sands,” Benjamin began. “I was her oldest son and was born six years after my twin sisters- Dionne and Artemis. They had a different father than me and he left before they were born. My little brother, Marius, was born three years after me. Our father left a few years after that. I didn’t really get to

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apologies for not posting anything recently. Trying to keep this page just writing related for now and this last month or so has not been the greatest for that. Hopefully, I'll get an update or two on Rage by this Sunday. So, thanks for sticking with me- the three people who have visited my page. Good looks.-KT

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The second figure swung his left hand at Ben’s head but before he could connect Ben had already stepped in closer to him and grasped the back of the thug’s head. Ben pounded his forehead into the face of the assailant once, then twice. The hooded figure grabbed his face with his hands as Ben stepped back. As the first figure let go of Marissa, Ben grabbed the head of the second man again. Ben

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She could not accept a weak man. Maybe it was the lack of a strong father figure or the need to feel protected. Maybe it was to compensate for her shortcomings. Regardless, Marissa could not stand a weak individual to be with. Which is what made her current situation all the more unexpected. Benjamin Sands definitely did not fit into the “strong man” category. He was thin, wore glasses, quiet

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I look at this list, especially at number one. Bale's an animal.http://deputy-dog.com/2007/06/24/top-10-physical-transformations-for-film/

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Just came back from walking around town today and saw something that gave me hope. It was an out of shape dude with glasses with a hot girl holding hands. Now, I know what the first thought is that runs through the mind, particularly since this is Vegas- Was she a hooker? (Don't worry I thought it too) Not a hooker. Dressed down hot chick with a baseball cap on. Very cute. The way they were

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....to be funny are the things that make me think. Like the Daily Show. And lately, Cracked.com. Check the article below out.http://www.cracked.com/index.php?name=News&sid=2417

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Started new workout regimen today. See how it goes. Think I should see some level of results in about 6 weeks. Don't ask me about the details but just ask me if I'm doing it to keep me honest.

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a lot of blog stuff from me this weekend. meantime, stole this from one of my favorite albums and barely edited it. doesn't really mean that much-just directions on a map. I still liked it thought.I FOUND MYSELF WITHOUT MORALS WHERE IT ALL BEGAN LOOKING ON THE PLACE WHERE WE ALL WANT TO LIVE I STOPPED TO SEE FOREVER NOT WANTING TO SEE WRONG I CONTINUED I STOPPED NOT RIGHTLY TO CLEAR MY HEAD FOR A

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...or at least part of it. The only two parts I enjoyed (sorry, Gracey- but Britney was disappointing) were Chris Brown, who can dance his arse off and Timbaland's closing/party cuts. Glad I switched to Family Guy. The episode they had on was the one with Tom Brady and this hilarity.Time for some New Robot Chicken on Adult Swim. YAY!

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Normally just funny shite but this one is good. reminiscent of one of my earlier blogs and made me think. (actually still making me think)hope it does the same for you.http://www.cracked.com/index.php?name=News&sid=2370http://www.doubleviking.com/dv-expos-here-s-why-you-re-not-famous-6495-p.html

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I've slowed down a lot. Check for me at the end. First you see my hand with the cup of wine then I just hit the stage. Might have to have Starpower's quote about me written as an epitaph. "This a drinkin' ass n***a right here."

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Watching FutureWeapons on the military channel. Very interesting show about the development of lighter and better weapons. Good to see we have weapons being developed to help our soldiers that are fighting. But…..as I watch I’m sort of dismayed that this technological development would even have to exist. We are constantly developing new and interesting way to kill our fellow man. The one thing

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Missing Queens and needed something to start off September right. Enjoy yo'self.

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Think this is a good graph to utilize.

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Installment sexy six. Awwww, yeah….. “No offense. No disrespect.” (This one sorts of builds on Idiom Series Installment Four- “But you’re different…”) In the past few days (hell, really the last almost 20 something years) I have heard the same statements repeated to me by different people. -Guys are losers. -Men are dogs. -Guys are slower in their development than women. -You

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I always complain to my kids that they are far too dependent on their calculators. I truly believe that a great number of them would not be able to multiply or divide if the calculator was not around. Sometimes advancements actually hinder our already learned skills.I have always thought that I avoid the curse of technology. I realize that I am addicted to email in some form and finding random

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Things are occurring in my life exactly as I thought, i.e. not the greatest times. These videos slightly make up for crappy days. Even Kanye West's, who I hate, old joint. Kinda sexist but hey, I'm rarely sexist so I think I can get a pass, okay? Skip it if you want.

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Installment number FIF!!!!!!!!!!! “Fine.” Fine is only truly meant when it is said by a male five minutes after whatever issue/situation has passed. Or when used to describe a piece of china.Or one of these ladies. That’s it. Period. Let’s move on.

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Installment four… been a while I know…. “But you’re different…” Sometimes you meet a person who IS different. Someone there is a person that means a lot more to you than the normal person of the opposite sex that you encounter. This is more than even the person that you are in love with or in a relationship with. This might just be a special friend (not special like that but someone you

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Love how people either see me as a REAL nice guy, like this lady who asked me just now to watch her luggage, or see me as a scumbag, like (according to Kris) those folks at parties/clubs/streets who approach me for drug deals. And if I creep into the gray area or the total opposite of what people expect incorrectly of me they always act super aghast.Is is wrong for me for people to expect a

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Hey, did you know that there is some new Harry Potter book out? Apparently it's number 7 in the series. Wonder if anyone else knows about this?

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Check this out. Like how they allowed "the woman" to wear street clothes.

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Very informative. Especially for a busy dude like me who wants his info in a convenient table form.http://www.2decide.com/table.htm

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just in case that last blog was a little too heavy, here is some motherflippin' hip-hop.watch, laugh and enjoy yourself.

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from God Save The Queen-by Mike Carey and illustrated by John BoltonI was gonna include the back story on this but I think it is an effective little few sentences, even on its own, out of context."If someone is always there, you sort of get to think that you can go away for as long as you like.And come back.And go away.And come back.And they'll always be where you left them last. Like the toys

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Handshakes are different everywhere. When I first moved out here to Vegas, I didn't understand the fist system and had to learn it. I was used to NYC/East Coast complicated handshakes and chest bumpin' a la "bring it in for the real thing, baby."This is what I fear may be the future in New York.....

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Sometimes I sit up in my bed and wish I was someone else. Usually it isn’t another actual person just a superior version of myself. Last night was a different story. I watched Déjà vu with Denzel and realized I wanted to be a white singer who happens to be the son of a performer on Growing Pains (fiduck Kirk Cameron by the way but that’s a whole ‘nother blog).This chick in this video is his wife.

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that's all.

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When I get a chance I will post a new real blog- most likely the 4th installment on the idiom series. Been busy for the past 2 weeks and will definitely be busy for the next 2.Until then, enjoy this video that snaps me back into reality when I miss the old stomping grounds too much. Yeah. Gotta love The Rock.

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Before I get into the idiom series- Been trying to convince E that I can bring back “wordlife.” This is after my failed attempt to make “bamf” a saying to use when you are leaving a la Nightcrawler from X-Men. (Let me not even get into how I started Alcatraz for Far Rock and the term The Black Brad Pitt- give me a cut, Jigga) I decided to take a break from the “wordlife” crusade and instead

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Just because you need to know. Got this from frattinghard. com

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Yeah. Haven't watched videos in a minute and I decided to leave the tv on Rap City today. Wrong. WRONG.Man, I'm currently watching a video for a song called "Tattoo." Guess what the song is about? I would normally rant about this but I give up. Damn this music. it hurts me so bad. please, rap gods, bring back good music. ASAP.(was gonna include a link to this hot mess but forget that. not

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Here is the second installment. Not as good as my first one but I'm working on it, folks. Enjoy and comment."I'm sorry, but…"This is not referring to when you are telling a story and using this term to reference how you would react in a situation, i.e. "Then, he left his girl on the corner. I'm sorry but I wouldn't do that, kid." This refers to the apology "I'm sorry."Just to let you know when

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I’m trying to make a go at a weekly blog post. I’m going to maintain my random ones about the various incidents in my life but I wanted to start one that I can update every week and keep consistent. So, I thought about it and decided to come up with certain things that people say that irritate me when I hear it 80% of the time. I’ll probably do one statement/phrase/comment a week but since this

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....Love her. Like her in the black top. http://wwtdd.com/post.phtml?pk=2282

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I had begun a blog out of anger at myself and a conversation I had but it quickly devolved into me ranting and directing anger at person(s) that didn’t deserve it. I don’t want to be judgmental of others (#14 below) and feel that I generally accept others’ views or feelings so instead I’m going to write up a quick list of MY flaws that I know I possess or have been told I possess. This way they

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- arrived in the world early by at least a month. Very small baby. Spent a nice portion of my first few years in the hospital. Used to have epileptic seizures (possible west syndrome?) and stopped breathing at various points along with having to endure spinal taps. Good thing I don't remember any of that shite.- my older sister gave me my first name. Why a five year-old was given that sort of

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Thanx, Mess (fav is 10)My favorite isn't even on the list-Mike in response to a female reporter end of last year:"I normally don't answer questions from female reporter unless I fornicate with them. (he waits a beat) Well?"Best Mike Tyson Quotes..1. "I want to throw down your kid and stomp on his testicles, and then you will know what it is like to experience waking up everyday as me. And only

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THE DAY THE SAUCERS CAME-Neil GaimanThat day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,And the people of Earth stood andStared as they descended,Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find what waited inside for usAnd none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrowBut you didn't notice it becauseThat day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,

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Here is a myth:In America, if you work very hard,with enough determination and persistence,you can become anything you want. Here is another myth:No matter how hard you work,no matter how much you persist,you'll never become what you want.At some point, each of us chooses which myth we believe in.

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Lesson 1: Naked WifeA man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked

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