Celebrities Comment on 500 Followers

simon

I’ll tell you who’s trapped — I was trapped during that post. You’re full of rubbish. You should be kicked off the internet.

ramsey1

Oh my gawd! And you call yourself a writer? Are you stupid? Chef Mutton Chop was the biggest load of crap I’ve ever read! They should kick you off the internet.

drphil

Ken, Ken, Ken. Airing your family’s dirty laundry on the internet. What are you thinking? I’m thinking you weren’t’ thinking. Have you considered changing your title from Potentially Disruptive to Surely Stupid?

matthew

Blog till you’re naked? What are you NSA’ing my mind? Stealing my ideas? Trying to take my mojo? You’re potentially gonna get your butt kicked if I find you rolling around in my head again!

bear

You give the outdoors a bad name. You couldn’t navigate your way out of a kid’s cupcake party.

gary

I’m with Mattie-boy on this one. Stay out of my head! Those are my voices! Mine alone…

*These statements are a pigmentation of my imagination. No actual celebrities were contacted for their opinion on my reaching 500 followers.

 Potentially Disruptive thanks you for following! I always like to refer to myself in third-person.

The Big Stink

Aside

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Shopping this morning my face is numb

It’s the second time I’ve been crop dusted by an invisible bum

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A fly-by of flatulence that smells like day old bologna

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Searching the quiet store

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I caught a glimpse of old man Maloney

Laughing and chuckling as he disappeared down an aisle

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He got me again

That smell sure is vile

The odor stuck to the clothes I was wearin’

Everyone be on the lookout for the Red Baron

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Moorbey Nominated Me for the Versatile Blogger Award

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Sending gratitude out to Moorbey over at Moorbey’z Blog for awarding me the Versatile Blogger award. If you haven’t checked out his site please head over and have a look around.  I’m truly honored to have received this award from such a passionate and empowered individual.

THE RULES:

1-Thank and link back to the person who awarded you.

2-Nominate 15 bloggers for The Versatile Blogger Award and include a link to their site (and tell them that you have nominated them).

3-State 7 things about yourself.

7 THINGS ABOUT ME:

1. I used to have a problem with authority, now I just call it living against the grain

2. I grew up in Los Angeles and now live in a small Texas town

3. I drink crazy strong coffee

4. I just finished coaching my first season of U8 soccer

5. I’ve got two screenplay projects in development

6. Actively looking for distribution channels to get my book into foster kids’ hands

7. Goals: set up a global organization for lifetime mentoring for foster kids and set up a global organization for investigating and filing charges against those that prey on foster kids

MY NOMINATIONS:

1. http://becomingcliche.wordpress.com/

2. http://lifewithpethairhairballs.wordpress.com/

3. http://hamsterbritain.com/

4. http://ashadeofpen.wordpress.com/

5. http://oyestheydid.com/

6. http://myparentsarecrazierthanyours.com/

7. http://waywardspirit.wordpress.com/

8. http://mymeanderingtrail.com/

9. http://funkangeles.wordpress.com/

10. http://adoptiveperspective.wordpress.com/

11. http://festivalking.wordpress.com/

12. http://palestinerose.wordpress.com/

13. http://vodkawasmymuse.wordpress.com/

14. http://jamesthedriver.wordpress.com/

15. http://merryfrolics.wordpress.com/

Congratulations to all the nominees!

On The Road Again

Flying down the road

The kids think I’m a troll

Because I’ll only play rock and roll

I sing loud and proud

I like the windows down

Still everybody frowns

They all want to hear one thing

And it’s not music from the king

I raised them on Miles and Coltrane

Mozart and Beethoven

Elvis and Frank

When did their musical tastes tank

They are fanatics about country

Since some of those weenies

Started wearing beanies

I would rather commit harry carry

Than listen to those fairies

About dirt and trucks

And dogs wagging their tails for good luck

I would rather stab myself in the neck

Than to sit back and say what the heck

I was told

I’m just getting old

Better roll up the windows before you catch a cold

Just another old man

Driving a bunch of kids in a mini van

Getting Caught

Beware of the energy vamp

Beware of where they camp

They are looking for you

To turn your mind into goo

With their senseless stories

Feels like your head’s been hit by a lorry

Over and over again

The pain never seems to end

All that useless chatter

What does it really matter

On and on, and on and on they go

Where they stop nobody knows

They’re filling my head full of junk

It’s putting me in a funk

None of it makes any sense

Is there a way to build a mental fence

To stop the onslaught

I’m always getting caught

How does speech

Morph into a leech

To tap you dry

I’m gonna cry

Not really

I’m just being silly

They all need a group hug

And a big sloppy kiss on the mug

I almost forgot to mention

They need YOUR attention

This is a public service announcement from potentially disruptive.

Junk Drawer of Your Mind

What will you find

Emptying the junk drawer of your mind

What will you discover

Under the cover

Of random thoughts

Of random places

Street lights

And strange faces

So many thoughts

It’s easy to hide

In the frivolous riptide

That pulls our truth aside

What will you find

Emptying the junk drawer of your mind

Currency of Thought

The only thing stopping us from success is ourselves.

It is amazing how a simple conversation can inspire.

It’s amazing how the digital world can take that inspiration and spread it all over the globe.

Being a former system kid, I thought about what I would tell a kid currently in the system.

I want them to know not only how to survive but how to thrive in foster care.

I put it on paper Thursday.

Revised it Friday and Saturday.

Published it Monday.

It will be ready for distribution in a couple of days.

It only cost a thought but will benefit so many.

The digital world has brought down the gate keepers.

I want to thank my digital community.

I want to thank all the people who post.

I want to thank all the people who like and comment.

If it wasn’t for the spark from you this idea would never have ignited.

Thanks for your support.

This is what the explosion looks like.

Thanks again.

Ken

Digital Rush

It all begins with a click.

Instantly diving into the creative abyss.

With images and writing so blindingly bright.

As I fall through the literary expanse day and night.

I try to keep up.

I write write write.

Thanking all those stars for sharing their light.

Like fireworks bursting with insight.

I’m writing this poem to put off what’s next.

Dreading my daily death by push up.

The end.