I’m so stressed by this now visible looming threat of terrorism.  To the point of physicality.  Even talking blood pressure.  My requisite attention to new vigilance is pushing me to extremes…more coffee, more beer, more everything…less sleep.

So I’m going to try to blog my way out of stress.  Reach for that catharsis bestowed by blind blogginess.  Forget my troubles, chant of dalliance, search for that mythical de-traumatizing virtual tryst, and lose my mind online…

1st Attempt:

All the gods and demons that have ever existed are now resurrected and choosing sides.  There’s no middle ground as they now re-align for the cataclysm ensuing, for the final hurrah.  The possibilities that were once available for a lazy life of ease and innocence have now vanished, with fate hinging contingently on a sword that’s been raised.  And when the sword falls, the battle will begin.  This battle inside me that I’ve lived with for years.

So now the microcosm of me is matching the macrocosm of our world.  And the terror I see is not really new—for it was latently hiding in a dark part of my heart.  Until now, until now…

Hell.  Piss-ass attempt.  Back to the blogging board…

2nd Attempt:

Fish

I came from the river with three fresh caught fish
and was heading back home to prepare quite the dish…
But three cute little pussys started following me.
So I stopped to pet them all nicely—caressing them thricely.
Then I started to go—but they wouldn’t leave me alone:
They knew what I had and each wanted one of her own.
The first little pussy had the most beautiful eyes—
I gave her my Truth—so that she’d never see lies.
The second little pussy had the cutest pert ears—
I gave her my Strength—so she’d never hear fears.
But when the last cutest little pussy hung her tongue out to lick—
I took her back home and gave her my…

There!