…and they all fall down...

It was on the third step up to the second floor when he stumbled. Unable to feel his legs, he knew what was coming next.

Digging frantically into his inside coat pocket he found the pill bottle.

‘Eight years.’ he mutters wearily, popping the cap off and throwing the few remaining pills into his mouth.

The pills won’t stop it. But instead of the room, it will be more like the next house over.

After one hard swallow, her screaming starts.

Everyone knows animals can sense it, but so can we, if you’re wired right. It’s like a small vibration inside your core, like the misplaced adrenaline from that near bar fight, when you were young and dumb.

Then you hear it, the growling snores from a giant you don’t want to wake up, but then he does. And then the earth turns on you, direction and time join in the brutal beating.

The house holds him down for the count.

The pain, the sound of the world breaking around him, the angry giant, it all stops when the screaming starts.

“Emily?” he whispers to the room. She was upstairs eating breakfast, why does she sound like she is in the next room?

“Em!” he shouts out in any direction.
The screaming goes on

“Em! It’s daddy!” he screams out, “I can’t…I can’t move..”
The screaming goes on

“Em, Emily honey, you have to talk to me, tell me what is wrong,” he shouts through the dust around his head
The screaming goes on

The house shifts, snapping his attention back. His own screams match perfectly with his daughter’s for a few synchronous moments

“Emily Dawn! Listen to me, you need to stop right now!” he demanded
The screaming goes on

How? It’s not possible…so small…
The screaming goes on

He struggles, pushing against the house, the world, the fear
The screaming goes on

“Fuck!” slamming his head on the floor, “SHUT UP! Shut Up, shut up, shut…”
The screaming goes on

My god, please, please make it stop, he prays
…

The third step presses hard against his cheek, his legs sore, but moving again. Each time he prays it is the last, but some prays come true while others never do

George Carlin

He had 3 whole dollars,
a worn out car
And a wife who was leaving for good

Life’s made of trouble,
worry, pain and struggle
She wrote ‘good bye’ in the dust on the hood

They found a map of Missouri
Lipstick on the glass
They must of left in the middle of the nite

And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How’s it going to end?

Behind a smoke colored curtain,
the girl disappeared
They found out that the ring was a fake

A tree born crooked,
will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer into the lake

A long lost letter and
and old leaky boat
Promises are never meant to keep

And I want to know the same thing
I wanna know
How’s it going to end?

The barn leaned over,
the vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky

The sun sank down,
behind the tree on the hill
There’s a killer and he’s coming thru the rye

But maybe he’s the father,
of that lost little girl
It’s hard to tell in this light

And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How’s it going to end?

Drag your wagon and your plow,
over the bones of the dead
Out among the roses and the weeds

You can never go back,
and the answer is ‘no’
And wishing for it only makes it bleed

Joel Tornabene,
was broken on the wheel
Shane and Bum Mahoney on the lamb

The grain was as gold,
as Sheila’s hair
All the way from Liverpool, with all we could steal

He was robbed of twenty dollars
His body found stripped
Cast into the harbour there and drowned

And I want to know the same thing
We all wanna know
How’s it going to end?

The sirens are snaking,
their way up the hill
It’s last call somewhere in the world

The reptiles blend in,
with the color of the street
Life is sweet at the edge of a razor

And down in the first row,
of an old picture show
The old man is asleep, as the credits start to roll

And I want to know the same thing
We all wanna know
How’s it going to end?

And I want to know the same thing
We all wanna know
How’s it going to end?

And I just want to know the same thing
I wanna know
How’s it going to end?

“It doesn’t matter whether you are liberal or conservative, but it’s dangerous to always think with exclamation points instead of question marks.”

http://www.salon.com/news/politics/republican_party/index.html?story=/mwt/feature/2009/11/10/recovering_republican

Ok, either this guy has a horrible grasp of the English language, thus making himself unclear, or he is a raving idiot blinded by the greed of his special interests, the former is just sad, the latter is dangerous.

So my proposition is that we put him into his garage with the door closed for a few hours..days maybe? See what he thinks then.

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Look, we’ve been friends a long time, and this probably goes without saying, but I’m gonna say it anyway. I want you to know that anytime you really need my help—anytime at all—you can count on me to just sort of show up, hang out for a while, and not really do anything productive or supportive.

Lawmakers there are considering a bill that would make it legal for teenagers 18 and under to exchange explicit photos and videos of themselves – an act that’s come to be known by teens as “sexting.”

Ok, I don’t believe that teens caught doing this should be registered offenders, that is simply ridiculous, but to make it legal? How exactly would the age groups be monitored? By dirty old city officials?

As someone with a daughter, there needs to be some form of risk for this activity when/if it gets past the education a parent is supposed to provide. Maybe some sort of “scared straight” program? Not sure, but blanket legality feels wrong. Course, maybe it wouldn’t be, maybe making it illegal will have the same effect the prohibition did, or weed does today.

This is where 8-year-old Tracy was found in a suitcase, after being raped and murdered. Obviously by some sick bastard with a history right? Maybe some serial rapist? No, how about the mother of the girl’s friend, who also happens to be her Sunday school teacher.

This is just one of probably many examples out there of the uncertainty of life. Communication is great and needed, understanding of the possibilities in life can help, but at any time, the random chaotic variable can swoop down and change everything.

So please forgive my young children if you happen to be tasered by them, Your understanding is appreciated.