But these years keep coming like waves they wash over...

I’ve never been a big fan of Michael Jackson’s music so his passing didn’t hit me as hard as many of my peers. On the other hand I’m going to avoid going over his negatives the next few days. I have never felt comfortable trashing the recently dead. In the past few years I’ve seen it done with Steve Irwin, George Carlin, Anna Nicole Smith, Ronald Regan, Tim Russert, Michael Crighton, Heath Ledger, Bernie Mac and several people I actually knew. To me its preferable to wait at least a week before... read more

The waves wash over him as he travels across the seas, his heart beating in sync with each stroke that powers him along the waves. It would be simple to just keep swimming like this forever, but then there will always be destinations for him to reach. However, it does not mean that he cannot enjoy the journey towards wherever he’s supposed to go. Sometimes it seems short, as when his charges come across a chain of islands. He feels as though he’s out for a stroll for a short time and before...

All I ever want to do when I'm upset is go to the beach, and sit on the jetty. Let the waves crash over me. Mix the salt of the ocean with the salt of my tears and wash away the negativity. I don't care who's with me. I don't care if you can see my heart on my sleeve. I just want the relief.

The Beach Waves wash and waver wickedly wobbling and wading while I sagaciously see them Splish-splashing sediment, swashing against the spacious seashore sliding serendipitously toward the water's edge. Shhhh, shush, shut up, hush as you see, stare and glare at the gesticulating geysers gadabout and gallivant gaily in their gaggle, listlessly, languidly and lethargically lacerating the labyrinth of lacrimation.

TO: All residents of Area 51 DATE: 6/21/34 FROM: Farmer Jake and Farmer Kevin RE: Food Hi, folks. As we move into July, we’re beginning to hit the height of the vegetable harvest season. Any and all help we could get picking and storing (canning, preserving, etc.) this year’s crop would be greatly appreciated. General McLaggen has once again graciously volunteered to give all scientists a three-month vacation to help us out with this, so claiming physics isn’t going to get you out...

part two: if the stars were mine Sitting in Alle’s lab, Sam takes a break from working out a reality equation (that there are equations for these things still boggles her mind) and stretches her neck. Her eyes settle on Alle on the other side of the room, bent over a table intently building a model out of Legos. Dressed in black leggings, yellow rain boots and a strappy sapphire blue sundress, Alle would look completely out of place in any lab Sam ever called her own but manages to fit...