#meanoldbastard

[johnnypsycho]

[johnnypsycho]

Writer’s prompt…a society so advanced that not only do they possess Dyson Spheres, they can contain and store the energy when a star explodes…including any resultant black hole, magnetar, or anything that is left after the nova. AND, they can move it to anywhere they like; using it as an energy source for terra forming, or as a weapon, if need be…

[johnnypsycho]

[johnnypsycho]

This is the morning Heather and I take my giant, knock-knee’d, pigeon-toe’d, oaf of a found-in-a-dumpster kitten, Kodz, over the rainbow bridge…when I found him in the parking lot of my job almost 15 years ago, I had no idea he would become such an integral part of who I came to be. He has been my ride or die, my bedtime pillow, and my constant companion through thick and thin.

He has advanced kidney failure.

He is tired, and thin, and ready…I told him that Daisy, and Mal, and Fatso will be waiting for him; that he will feel better soon, and that no one could have asked for a better Life Companion than he has been…I will miss him greatly. WE will miss him. Anyone who ever met him is a little less without him in the world, than they were before he came around…

[johnnypsycho]

She Thought I Was Pretty

(Road Ghosts in Bm)

The days it rained

Smelled like canvas and hay

Greasepaint and sweat

And the days it didn’t

Smelled like

It just hadn’t yet

Muscles sore and heart alive

Torn t-shirt and mud on my boots

Busted knuckles and a sideways smile

Tattoos and stories

And another 1000 miles to go

And when mail call came

There was a package for me from home

Addressed to the wild and wandering boy

A box of chocolates and songs

Little pieces of her

And words she couldn’t say

A stranger who wasn’t my lover

With my heart beating in her ear

Pulled me closer as I drifted away

to a song

That wasn’t hers to hear

She knew I was always leaving

Even when I was home

And the songs she sent me on the road

Were her way of asking me to maybe

Slow down

I still keep all of the songs she sent

In a box on a shelf

In my closet

I don’t know if they even play anymore

But I can’t bring myself to throw them away

[johnnypsycho]

[johnnypsycho]

[johnnypsycho]

Am I the only one who, when someone new starts to follow me, I go back to my page and make sure I have a fair balance of art and nudity on there so I don’t come off as a weirdo? Maybe it’s just me…