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O.DMaria flat across the back seat half full needle of something rides shotgun
my plateless Dodge shakes through San Fran near dusk, I can see away
the building the white neon the cross of all the miracles we might make it
reach back two fingers to her neck feel a pulse got it
Van Ness a steel snake a stigmata of coke cans pepper gutters the leaving
sky clutches a final urgent burn my ribs a snapping cage for a demon trapped
heart pounding pounding. Maria always in my tilted rear-view eyes rolling back
hold on baby, hold on
back to road banging the wheel radio barks me through the sharp theatre
of shadows that spring constant, sundown whores and homeless breathe
like humans under wheezy billboards blanket beds traffic people everywhere
come on. come on.
reach back two fingers to the neck feel a pulse got it
more cars. shirts say Giants she stirs in the back pukes a green something
to the floor drops her head again I think I scream hang on through spit
and salt and the hard f
ice fishing: circa 1982white bucket simple rods red bobbers ice scoop
clamber in 1977 slant six blue dodge
arrive smelling the snow like a dream
walking tall across the ice no fear
sit by the hole waiting
hands red raw burning smiling grins
eight years old north pole dreaming vast
tin pail ice scoop sitting granddad pipe tobacco
black ice with blue-veined cracks
polar eternity each ridge an adventure
old blue pickup granddad at the wheel
lonely red sun black pine shadows over snow
washboard ride to home quiet country music local AM
cold happy boots unlaced waiting to return like old sailors
hungry for their sea-bride
dampers opened fire kindling crackles lustily
hard salami saltines tap water mustard pickled bologna
roger mudd reassuring fidelity calm static commercial
granddad briar pipe carter hall tobacco quietly puffing fragrant reality
strength that will never fail beyond surety beyond question beyond imagination
of anything else
to bed to sleep at peace
My best friend~~My best friend is who understand me.
Who is allways near me and listen to me.
Who say to me NO if I'm wrong.
Notice me if I need.
I meated my best friend when I borned in this life.
He is allways near me. Love me more than anything.
He want that I will become happy in this life.
My best friend is my DAD.
AbuseWhat will beating do?
As he stands in his room
You're to blame
How could you do this
To your son
To a child
He didn't know, he didn't know
It's his fault
You screwed up
Quit taking your emotions out on him
No matter how big a mistake
He is y
Hit him again
Hear him cry again
Hurt him again
He's watch and He's listening
Fatherthe curves of his guitar
seem molded by his hands
his passion unfailing,
He tells stories we have heard
A million times
Though sometimes words fail him in battle
And he snaps
His thumbs dance on the console
and yet he is like a child
his tantrum unwavering
like the relentless song he plays
a powerfully silly man
Female pokesona: Miley the LucarioBio: She's the last known daughter of John before the universe ends, and continues to live after. She has some special talents as her father is an Aura lord, but is not a dream lord, but can think hard.
History: Born to the 53rd John, and when the universe is about to end. He sent her to an escape pod made from his AURADIS shell with a picture of himself on her necklace, and sent her off. She had made it through, but the universe is empty for now. She has her mind making ability which turned her pod into an AURADIS, she even modeled it after her father. She's only a baby, but is very intelligent. on her 10th birthday, she became pregnant with her first child which she named after her Aunt: Anna, and even gave her the title: Anna the light. She spends her days looking after her, and many future children.
a silver lucario, white lined, with her father's eyes
has her father's scarf, and fedora when he was in his past incarnat
Pay UpI'm highly inclined
to kill this boy
if I'm to get no peace,
if he does not leave me alone.
I'm highly inclined
to rip out his throat
and show him what his insides look like
if I don't beat the shit out of him first.
Don't be so surprised
I've given warnings.
Liar! You say you care about me?
Well then listen to what I say.
Wipe that smug look off your face,
shoot yourself in the head and die.
Assholes like you need a life lesson
and the price for that is death.
Feature FilmWe wait in line impatiently
As the scent of buttery popcorn wafts past my nose.
In my excitement, I squeeze the big, warm hand holding onto mine
And we step closer to the box office.
We'd sit in awe, watching the big time movie stars
Flashing across the screen.
He promises we'll see the new "coming soon" features.
And I know we probably will.
He'd sit with me through the silliest cartoons,
And I'd sit with him through the long war movies.
And in those few hours, he was not just my father
But my dearest friend.
Our favorites were always the scary ones.
We'd have contests to see who'd jump first.
I'd usually win, because Dad always got the goosebumps.
But that's one of the many things I love about him.
And though you may not think it's so special,
Some memories just hold a permanent place in your heart.
And I hope he always remembers
Those little things I would never forget.
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