The Wire ended it’s 5-season run last night and I am sad to see it end. No more Omar. No more Bunk. No more McNulty. No more Bubbs. No more Simon genius.
This was an excellent show and if you’ve never seen it, invest in the dvd’s.
Good writing. Good social commentary. Good characters. Good laughs.
Good cries. Good watching.
To all who worked on the show, “Job well done!”
She do not like green eggs and ham
She do like granola and vegetarian spam
Great talent in 3D God attributed to her
A mature immaturity and a dog named Gir
Hailing for Detroit but it’s not all her fault
Happy Birthday, Samara. Tip you glass of gluten-free, flax seed, soy-laden malt.
Check out Samara’s skills at her website and wish her happy 30. Welcome to MY decade, young’un. Now life REALLY starts.
Know that I loved you yesterday though there is no aftertaste of chocolate or dullness of a hangover. Know that I don’t conform to empty traditions and postures and thank you for accepting me in this. Know that I don’t need a day or excuse or floating filament to attest to my sentiment.
Above all, know that I loved you yesterday. I love you today. And I’ll love you tomorrow, my Friends. Have a bright one.
Lies I’ve heard
From the start…
“Not that smart
Ain’t got heart
Just a tart
Slow to start
Below the chart
Dull-eyed dart
Richless fart
Empty cart
Progress in ‘park’
Stopping start
In the dark
Just a lark
Can’t make the mark
No grave for Clark
Reality stark
Mewing bark”
What’s that?!
Hark!
Who’s that?
Hark!
Can’t hear you
I can’t hear you
We can’t hear you
Stop!
Okay.
Now start
Over.
Touch your toes
Bend your knees
Prostrate yourself
And pray for peace
Relax your arms
To your side
Drop your weapons
And your pride
Widen your eyes
Close your mouth
Put her first
Do without
Feel the burn
Catch your breath
You can do it
Ask for help
Stretch your arms
Shift your hips
Speak your heart
Through positive lips
Do three reps
Every dawn
With your favorite
Dance tune on
Arch your back
Praise like trees
Prostrate yourself
And pray for peace.
Cordon off the area
Secure the halls
There’s honey on the floor
Sugar on the walls
There’s flowers in a vase
Rose petals on the bed
Bathtub full of milk
And someone has lost his head
Aromatic candles flicker soft
No light switch can be found
The silence is suspicious
Wait, there is a subtle sound
Heartbeats or footsteps
Or bodies falling down steps
Ambient, rhythmic moaning
Thrust into the depths
No body nor a weapon
Nor motive for suspense
Yet someone’s been affected
By the preponderance of evidence.
kenn ’05
I learned this morning that ken is a real word and it means understanding. Imagine that. 
Isn’t this an awesome idea? Fight world hunger by getting a bigger vocabulary. freerice.com and its advertisers are doing just that as they are donating 20 grains of rice for every word you know. Try it… and keep trying it as you share with several friends.
Starting over
Is stopping first
Catch my breath
Quench my thirst
I have a question
What could be worst?
Let it bleed
Or hold back to burst?
To being anew
You let it end
Burn the remains
And then begin
East from west
Forgive the sin
What did I do?
I can’t remem…ber
kenn 1.9.08
Time to get busy and show the world what kenn8ivins is made of (besides snails and puppy dog tails).
