Weed

(One of those things that happens at 1:00 in the morning...not sure where it came from...probably all of Rutter's drug stories...)

Unwanted.
Withering.
You tried to kill me in so many ways,
But you never had the
Mercy
To pull me from my Roots
And toss me away.

They say that what you eat
Is what you are.
But it just goes right through you.

No what you smoke-
It's what you breathe,
Slipping through your entire bloodstream
In seconds.
Every inch of your body.
What you smoke
Is what you are.

I would try to hide,
But in a house this small
I could never get far away.
So I'd sit there
With my back to the wall,
Listening to you cough
And cry
And cuss.
I would breathe through my
T-shirt,
Hoping that maybe I could
Keep it out of me,
I could keep you out of me.

But what's in you
Is in me.
Your genes,
Your addiction,
And all your nasty diseases,
Because I never could get
Far enough away.

Now, all we are is
Weeds.
Unwanted.
Withering.
Trying to kill ourselves
In so many ways,
But never
Merciful enough
To try and
Get away.

Moose: The Suicidal Cat

First off let me start by saying I really don't blame the cat...

Before I begin there are a few things you need to know about my sister.
1. She likes to have fun.
2. She likes to have fun HER WAY.

For the majority of the time this really isn't a problem. But when she is a five year old kid and you are a bushy-tailed 'kitty' that doesn't liked to be squished, hugged, tackled, pulled, or in general tortured, this is a very big problem.

Oh, one more thing you need to know.
3. She is the oldest child...which means when she was little, the animals were her only playmates.

Fortunately she had a lot of pets on hand.

Unfortunately, they weren't as fond of her as she was of them.

For example, she used to push the baby goats in her baby swing. She thought it was the greatest.

They didn't.

It's a miracle nothing died.

Well...until Moose...

After she was born he started living on top of the bookshelves (the one place the little toddler couldn't reach him), but every once in a while he would get caught and thoroughly tortured until he managed to escape once again.

On one specific day after his torture session, my mother came home from a doctor's appointment. She was pregnant with my big brother. As she walked in the door, the cat looked from my sister, to her pregnant belly, to my sister....to her belly....to my sister...and ran straight out the door, down the drive, and to the road where he got hit by a car.

I tell you that cat knew. It knew there was another one coming, and 2 on 1 apparently didn't seem very fair to him.

So Moose, the cat, committed suicide.

Welcome

Take Sarcastic Street.

Drive for hours.

Laugh at the signs.

You'll come to Technical Town.

Speed as fast as you can to get through it.

Turn left at Creative Circuit.

Go around as many times as you can.

Each time it's different.

Opinion Outlet is just around the corner.

It gets interesting.

But for now you should take Amusing Avenue.

Everybody likes that.

You'll see signs for Humor Highway and Intriguing Interstate.

Take whichever one you please.

Just make sure you get off at the Explore Exit.

It's for the curious people.

On your right you'll see an old sign.

Almost like it's been forgotten.

That is Memory Lane.

Turn "Write on Memory Lane" and you have found my blog.

Welcome.

But don't worry, if you don't like anything you've seen

You'll be able to find Hater Road.

It's a dead end.