A Real Friend

A real friend would never let another take your place, A real friend will say almost everything to your face.A real friend won't betray you for the good or bad, A real friend will always remember the friendship you had.A real friend will laugh with you at your mistakes, A real friend will be there when your heart breaks.A real friend will stick up for you, A real friend knows what is true.A real friend wouldn't take your man, A real friend always understands. A real friend is something I don't have,A real friend is what I always long for.Oh my gosh where is God when I need him,Just look beside you and you will see him.O well thank you Jesus I believe in you, after all you are my friend.

HALLOWEEN

Halloween wraps fear in innocence,
As though it were a slightly sour sweet.
Let terror, then, be turned into a treat,
Lest it undermine our common sense.
Our nightmares are the founts of fancy whence
We wander through the fields of our conceit,
Eluding the true horror we must meet
Embodied in the play of our pretense,
Now ranged across the night in our defense.

Creative Writing

Every night, Tom-Tom would go down to the liquor store, get a six pack, bring it home, and drink it while he watched TV. One night, as he finished his last beer, the doorbell rang. He stumbled to the door and found a six-foot cockroach standing there. The bug grabbed him by the collar and threw him across the room, then left.

The night before Tom-Tom was at the bar, really drunk. Some guys decide to be good Samaritans and get him home. So they pick him up off the floor, and drag him out the door. On the way to the car, he falls down three times. When they get to his house, they help him out of the car and, he falls down four more times. They ring the bell, and one says, "Here's your husband!” The man's wife says, "Where the hell is his wheelchair?"

The next night, after he finished his 4th beer, the doorbell rang. He walked slowly to the door and found the same six-foot cockroach standing there. The big bug punched him in the stomach, then left.

Today a murderer, sitting in the electric chair, was about to be executed.
"Have you any last requests? asked the chaplain."Yes," replied the murderer. "Will you hold my hand?" lol…Said Tom-Tom…

Yesterday a friend of Tom-Tom was in Paris nearly got away with stealing several paintings from the Louvre. However, after planning the crime, getting in and out past security, he was captured only 2 blocks away when his van ran out of gas.When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error, he replied:
(brace yourself)(this is going to hurt.)(really bad.)"I had no Monet to buy Degas to make the Van Gogh."

The next night, after he finished his 1st beer, the doorbell rang again. The same six-foot cockroach was standing there. This time he was kneed in the groin and hit behind the ear as he doubled over in pain. Then the big bug left.

Tom-Tom cats continue to torment their self with bizarre dangling objects. Robert eats lavish meals in their presence whiles they are forced to subsist on dry cereal. The only thing that keeps them going is the hope of eventual escape -- that, and the satisfaction they get from occasionally ruining some piece of their furniture. I fear they may be going insane. Yesterday, they ate a houseplant. Tomorrow they may eat another.

The fourth night Tom-Tom didn't drink at all. The doorbell rang. The cockroach was standing there. The bug beat the snot out of Frank and left him in a heap on the living room floor.

The day before, Tom-Tom had gone to see his doctor. He explained events of the preceding three nights. "What can I do?" he pleaded. "Not much" the doctor replied. "There's just a nasty bug going around."

99 Ways to tell a story

Matt Madden has created his own exercises in style in comics form, and I’m here to say that it stands out. Who sits down one day and decides they're going to write a book, on 99 ways to tell the same-exact story.

The story goes like this:
Matt gets up from working at his computer. He walks into another room of the apartment. From upstairs his wife Jessica asks for the time, and Matt answers her. He goes to the refrigerator and opens it. He can’t recall what he was looking for.

That’s the story, and I read it ninety-nine times without getting bored. LOL...hahahaha

The first comic in the book is the “Template,” the stylistically generic form of the story, though, as Matt points out in the introduction, after reading the others, even this generic comic begins to show its stylistic decisions.

In my opinion,Matt Madden has materialized this concept in comics. The vast range of “plots” he creates from the same “story” is not only fun to read and interesting to consider but also a textbook for the comics creator. With this book, he has shown how far the imagination can take many from the simplest of beginnings.

I enjoy reading this book..."99 times"...lol

Leaves, toliet, and glaze donuts

The leaves are beautiful, colorful, and it says somethings.

The toilet is upside down, bot colorful and definitely not beautiful.

The glaze donuts are wonderful, delightful and sweet, just like you granny.