Louie's Bad Day

Louie had a horrible day at work. Everything he touched stopped working. His boss asked him to make copies but when he touched the copy machine it stopped working. His boss then yelled at him and told Louie to get him some coffee, but the coffee was cold. So Louie preceded to make a fresh batch but the coffee machine broke. His boss then screamed at him and ordered him to do computer work, but as Louie touched the mouse, the computer stopped working. So Louie instead of breaking the news to his boss, touched his boss making his boss stop working. Then he touched this story making it stop working. THE END

Change Gonna Come Love/Hate list

Uniformity the downfall of society

Conformity boredom stirs
Anger seems parallel to piety
Negativity progression blurs

Convergence significant to prosperity
Harmony seldom seen
Ambition now just a parody
Nothing nice to say, so we are mean
Going on a steady down hill
Endangering not just the nation

Turmoil also to lands over sea
Hatred not rationed
Ending discrimination is an essential key

War destroying foreign relations
And only exacerbating economic decline
Yesterday we say, hoping for restorations

Wondering why our progression is behind
Everyone needs to work together to help the good cause

Living in an apathetic nation is no fun
International policy falls
Vitalization makes hope when national reconstruction has begun
Everything will be great again, because I know change will come.

It's Hard Out Here For A Wolf

I am known by many as the "Big Bad Wolf" I say that name in quotations because I am neither big nor bad. Actually now that I think of it, I'm not even a wolf. I am the illegitimate son of White Fang (the Alaskan husky) and Mr. T (the A-Team member). So as you can tell I get my Big and Bad characteristics from my mother, Mr. T, and my wolf characteristics from my father, White Fang. But I am telling you this only to get to the real issue at hand. I am innocent. Children across the globe have been force feed false stories portraying me as the villain. Ok I will admit I had an addiction to cocaine back in the 70's, which engendered my obsessive sneezing problem, but I didn't purposely knock down the two little pig's houses. Also who builds a house out of sticks? Come on! And straw, please, straw is useless even for farming. And to say I liked Little Red Riding Hood is just repulsive. She's too young, I had a thing with her grandma, why do you think I was wearing her clothes? There are all these stories portraying me as the bad guy, but in reality the only things I am guilty of are:
1. Sneezing too much and
2. Having a relationship with a seasoned elder. But as my good friends Caleb Florence and Daniel Harrison say, age before booty. So stop your accusations calling me the Big Bad Wolf, my name is Mr. John T. Fang and for the little pigs out there, stop being so stingy and buy materials that can actually withstand a small gust of wind.

I Had a Dream

I crept into the solid white house on the corner of mimosa Dr. and mimosa plaza. I arrived late in the afternoon drenched in sweat to meet my dear friend Julia Wallace. After brief hesitation to hyperventilate in order to revert my oxygen count back to homeostasis, I knocked gently on the bright white door. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to more minutes, and the door remained motionless. I lofted my hand and knocked on the door viciously, pounding my knuckles on the hard wooden door. As my knuckles met the wood for the second time the door swung open. It was unlocked. I walked into the deserted house calling out Julia's name. No one answered, after much circumspection, I noticed the house was empty, no walls except for the four fortifying the inside, no dressers, no counters, nothing. the only thing in the house was Julia's dead grandmaw laying half naked on the white floor. I stepped back in terror and let out a forcefully pacified yelp. As I Turned to run I heard the door open and slammed closed. In and around the corner came a man holding a gun. "Stop right there!" he shouted. I froze petrified over Julia's grandmaw's dead body. As the figure came out from the darkness, I recognized him to be my good friend Hatim Alyamani. "Hatim I'm so glad to see you! We have to call the cops this woman is--"
He cut me off saying, "My name isn't Hatim, it's lieutenant Fisher and I am the cops."
"Stop playing around Hatim," I pushed "We need to do something about this."
My name isn't Hatim! And I am going to do something." After that being said Hatim yanked my arms together violently and ferociously clamped them with handcuffs. After being escorted out side, the bright light pierced my eyes looking sown to rid my eyes from the bright sun, I met eyes with Julia. In that brief second I saw her mouth the words, "Your and asshole."

The Science of Libido

It is a commonly known fact that the only thing that binds adults and drives men is intense promiscuity. It is also universally known that this world was founded on the fundamentals and science of libido. Libido is your sex drive; an innate characteristic in most animals triggered by neurotransmitters and hormonisoan endocrintricular secretions, that help us instinctual find the best mate for procreation. These are more simply reffered to as hormones. But what probes promiscuity? This question and most questions in this field can be answered simply by just stating the word environment.
Social life and low culture plays a huge role in the growth in mental age, physical age, and moral maturity in teenagers. Of course children are more prone to "bad behavior" because of acceptance and that whole second step shit about peer pressure. But one must ask himself, "what is moral." Morality in and of itself is defined by a huge question mark. Who are we to judge if a behavior is good or bad. Adults tell us to save sex for marriage, not to date till 18, not to drink untill 21, but the truth to the matter is that the social interaction that is linked to most of these things is not only the solid foundation of civilization, but it is also prominent and significant in mental maturity.
Learn from experience, mistakes, stories, and most of all learn from the social occasions that epitomize childhood. No one becomes an adult with out being a kid. Sociability breeds libido and libido fuels the earth we live in today.