Why fish never smile

I walked out onto the moon this mornin'
saw you holding that silver spoon again
thought i was travelin through fantasy
but really i was lost in reality
couldn't find the light for the trees
cause the forest was down on its knees
so i swallowed the picture
and drew from the pitcher
a new picture of you
by then it was too late
the time had come for time to go
So I sat on a stump and I thoughtabout why it is that fish never smile
then i entered the dream and exited my mind
through the open  blinds
that see the world all as blue
though they never really know
never did i know
that the way in is out
and the way out is through
and so I'm making my move to find you out
and the last is as the firsT

You may be thinking "WHAT THE HECK IS THIS CRAP", well I'm kinda a fan of psychadelic music and so I wanted to write some incoherent nonsense for my final blog. I think that most of the good psychadelic music actually describes things all acid trippy. Well I don't have any acid or anything cool to describe all wierd like. So I just wrote random crap that popped into my head. Actually now that I think about it thats all that I've been doing. now I'm finished and so the last letter will be capitalized as if it was the firsT.

KCCT - the true story

No. 2 pencils in hand we headed into combat. Question here! Question there! We were completely surrounded by the enemy and there was no way to escape. On we pushed taking out the enemy as we went along. The casualties were high and the hope was low, but we never gave up. We continued in our fight and despite all odds we were winning. The end was swiftly appraoching and it was looking like we were going to come out on top. That's exactly when it happened. The enemy, in desperation, unleased their most formadible weapon: the Open Response. Against the Open Response we were defenseless. The only thing we could hope for is that we could hold it off long enough for the enemy to run out of supplies and retreat. The battle was brutal and ugly but they finally ran out of ammunition and we overran them. Victory was sweet after a whole four days of entrenched combat. Maybe we can learn from our mistakes and no one will have to endure what we have had to endure. Maybe the world will learn to live in peace and then people won't turn to things like the KCCT to express their anger and frustration.

Hyperbole and a half

For the past week or two I found and was ennamormed with the blog Hyperbole and a Half. It is the blog of Allie Brosh and it combines wacky tales with some of the most imaginative and amuzing pictures I have see on the internet. She tries to depict facial expressions and other humorous occurances in her pictures. She draws the pictures in paint (or a similar program) and her style is to draw them almost as a child would. This combines for some interesting material.
One blog in particular that is quite fantastic is her story of fishing with her dad when she was a child. The story is almost To Kill a Mockingbird eske with her telling a story from her childhood from the perspective of her adulthood. The blog is titled How a Fish Almost Destroyed My Childhood and I'll leave you to see exactly how you like it. Here is the link: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-fish-almost-destroyed-my-childhood.html