Kenny get’s ready to mix with the boys at his new home. First trip to the dinning hall. Go Kenny!
Kenny get’s ready to mix with the boys at his new home. First trip to the dinning hall. Go Kenny!
The new self defense system designed for bloggers to keep the crazies away.
Have you ever encountered a knuckle dragging brute who is convinced your latest fiction was inspired by his momma? I have.
Up until now we bloggers had only one option. Run.
Not anymore!
Blogarate trains you to punch and kick out your posts.
That’s write you will be punching and kicking out your posts like never before!
The secret is in the humongous keyboard built on an adjustable rack.
The letters on the keyboard are specially designed to be punched, kicked, elbowed and kneed.
Blogarate builds confidence and gets you ripped as you express your innerself.
Blogarate also comes with gloves and head gear. These moves are serious and deadly and we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.
Blogarate is based on five martial art disciplines — Muay Thai, Tae Kwon Do, Jiu Jitsu, Karate and let’s not forget Kung Fu.
Act now and we will rush you a bonus DVD on ten ways to defend yourself with a cheese puff.
At Blogarate we like to say it’s not about the words, it’s about the punch-uation!
Side effects are: confidence, a good night’s sleep and referring to everyone you meet on the street as your “little bitch.”
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Profanity not included.
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Under the sun
Looking for fun
Flirting with the sea of darkness
Take drink
Try not to sink
Escaping into the sea of darkness
All your troubles
Tiny air bubbles
Sinking into the sea of darkness
Take a toot
Soul becomes mute
Drowning in the sea of darkness
Out of the dark
Come the sharks
Prowling in the sea of darkness
In the midst of strife
Better fight for your life
In the sea of darkness
Illicit bait
Opens the gates
Into the sea of darkness
Don’t be confused
As you’re consumed
In the sea of darkness
It was your sin
Jumping in
Into the sea of darkness
Open your eyes
And begin to rise
Out of the sea of darkness
Cut your ties
To all the lies
Trapping you in the sea of darkness
It’s never too late
To change your fate
Concerning the sea of darkness
Let’s be clear
On the topic of fear
Is it the dark
Is it the fact
Everyone thinks you’re a mark
Nobody has your back
When you’re attacked
Living in that home
Wishing everyone would leave you alone
You’re thinking Darwin was right
The pecking order requires you to fight
Again and again
That revolving door seems to never end
The key to success is finding a friend
There is someone around you can trust
This action is a must
Be careful who you pick
Don’t fall for a trick
Look for somebody your own age
Don’t feed in to each other’s rage
The answer is not a gun
The question is
How do you have fun
The more you laugh
The more you smile
The more you reject
The system’s bile
It keeps your heart clean
Which stops you from being mean
It’s not cool to fail
It’s not cool to go to jail
It doesn’t make you tough
It’s just a bunch of fluff
Coming from kids that are confused
Don’t be that muse
I’ll tell you what’s tight
Standing up for what’s right
Have fun and keep your mind clear
And watch your fear disappear
I was the kind of foster kid that would stand with you till the end if you were my friend.
Even if it meant standing up to someone bigger, we would both get beat up together.
Even if it meant going AWOL to see some family, I would go with you.
When family members let you down, I would be the one to say dude why do you think we’re here.
I was the kid that would introduce you to everyone when you were new.
I was the kid that would always show you around school.
I was also the kid that would incite a riot.
I was one of those kids that was never quiet.
I was one of those kids that had a knack for getting out of jams.
I was one of those kids that was never really sad.
I always figured out a way of having fun.
That’s what got me through the system.
One of my many placements was MacLaren Hall, Los Angeles county’s hell hole. I spent over a year there — and I still have no complaints.
I was in there when the staff could put their hands on you. Give you a little wall to wall counseling.
I saw my fair share of solitary, known as Room One, where you’re stripped down to your underwear with just a mat in an eight by eight room and the bright lights never go out.
My system ride was no picnic.
It was like a wave of violence and dysfunction in an ocean of despair.
I say keep your eyes open, don’t turn your back on that wave. It will crush you.
Paddle out to it and surf it.
Look at it as an adventure.
You’ll come out less beat up in the end.
Stand tall
Stand tall my little ones
Stand tall
It’s not your fault
Stand tall
After surviving the lies
Don’t be afraid to look others in the eyes
Stand tall
Stand tall when those about you fall
Stand tall
Speak for the weak
Screaming their stories from the highest peak
Stand tall
I will listen for your call
Stand tall
Just remember
You’re not alone
Stand tall.
Last night at my oldest son’s football game a retired soldier was acknowledged in the stadium.
The announcer spoke of all the battles he had endured and all the accommodations he had received.
It made me think of all the kids that made it through foster care.
Some had cushy posts but most survived a war zone surrounded by the enemy for many years.
Think of the accommodations and medals they would receive.
Most of the battles these kids survived would make any soldier weep.
My hat goes off to these heroes.
Be proud you made it through the system.
I know I am.