Timmy and the Second Opinion |
Dad - Fine, whatever, just level with me
Dr - Well, sir, it isn't going to be easy. There is a great deal we're going to have to correct before anything gets fixed, gets put back the way it should be.... Posted by Dyn-o-Mite! on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 03:51:00 PST |
When I Grow Up |
When I grow up I'd like to be
Of little consequence.
No waves, no sir, not for this one.
When I grow up I'd like to be
A little tug in the corner of your brain.
A half a thought, no, less than that.
&... Posted by Dyn-o-Mite! on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 05:26:00 PST |
My Invisibility |
I spread my arms and walk.I smile. I nod.I watch the world float beside me,Sample this and that,These things and those and you'd never,For an instant,Think to see if I were there.
I could be inv... Posted by Dyn-o-Mite! on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 06:12:00 PST |
All in a Blur |
Night fell and they scattered, made plans timidly, as if hedging their lives against undeniable boredom.
Plans? You hanging out? Jeremy asked nobody in particular
And it hung, like an un... Posted by Dyn-o-Mite! on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 08:41:00 PST |
Timmy and the School Bully |
Timmy:
Dad?
Dad:
Yes Timmy?
T:
Can I ask you a question?
D:
Of course Tim! Why dont you sit down and tell dear ole dad whats on your mind.
T:
Okay um Well its like th... Posted by Dyn-o-Mite! on Sun, 23 Jul 2006 02:20:00 PST |
La Corruzione - 1 How Humpty Fell |
Rome - Though it received little American coverage, the world of European soccer was rocked as an Italian Sporting Tribunal announced the punishments for four Serie A clubs involved in a match-fi... Posted by Dyn-o-Mite! on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 08:19:00 PST |
A Canopy of Stars |
I want to write of something happy. A summers day or dream fulfilled. I want to spin a web of silver and gold, of simple, joyful moments. I want so much to wave a wand, spread my pal... Posted by Dyn-o-Mite! on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 08:15:00 PST |
Danger Dan |
Danger Dan the Danger Man dances so that he wont get his ass kicked. DD dances with a beast of a fellow, a real gorilla mother fucker, decorated head to toe with hair. Unusual coloring, ho... Posted by Dyn-o-Mite! on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 07:25:00 PST |
Pulp |
It's in the things I think to say. Half-formed but then forgotten. I smile and the moment passes. Slides right off my face.
I start to think. I stop. I start to think maybe I'm doing all of this the w... Posted by Dyn-o-Mite! on Thu, 25 May 2006 06:34:00 PST |