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“There’s no rule
that says you have to make records constantly,
like clockwork,
to continue being who you are”
Daron Malakian
Clockwork Apple
Apple
If you’ve eaten a red apple
A hold of you it will grapple
There is no use to struggle
For the Evil Queen known to few
Has gotten, a tight hold on you
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“There’s no rule
that says you have to make records constantly,
like clockwork,
to continue being who you are”
Daron Malakian
Clockwork Apple
Clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
By the turning, of the clock
This rhyme was meant to shock
But, there really is no plot
If this was what you thought
And this place was not what you sought
Maybe you’ll say “thanks a lot!”
And feeling quite distraught
Never mind, fear not
Added, a few twists and a knot
But ended with this one shot
Neither story, nor plot
So what!
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“I am not trying to give an image of a fairytale,
perfect, everything else,
I am just being myself”
Rebecca Loos
Bitch Perfect
Call me the perfect bitch
Or just the worst one you can find
I may be a broom-less witch
But still the best of my kind
You may find me..
Taking flight
In the darkest of night
Or just taking a bus
In the early morning rush
You may see me…
Dancing naked in the pouring rain
Celebrating life to the fullest
Or just having a beer in a dive bar stained
Being one of the people dullest
You may catch me…
Casting the mightiest of spells
Cursing and not giving a damn
Or just talking to my mom on the cell
Just because, I can
Now you may see me…
In a new aspect
As a bitch perfect
Because that is who I am
Just because, I can
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“Don’t walk under any ladders,
Don’t break any mirrors,
Don’t spill any salt,
And don’t walk by any black cats.
Happy Friday the 13th!”
Friday, the 13th
Lock the doors
And shut the windows,
Close the curtains
Because who knows,
What uninvited
Behind them lurks!
Switch off all the lights
Under your beds go hide
Better fright than flight
Just because today,
Is Friday night
Of the 13th kind!
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Happy Friday The Thirteenth!
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
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“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond,
frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes
One Day in December
The early morning light in the eastern horizon, in the colour of brightest red and powerful, like a wild fire, gave the villagers quite the scare. It had been a long dark period after the colours of fall had faded, but they had expected the dark times to last at least several moons over, before the light bringer would once again light the fires up in the North, indicating start of spring.
Gathering into the village centre, whole families and their pets, standing there, staring in awe at the fiery sky. No sound was heard, apart from the roars of the winds in the near forest. Then, the eerie silence was broken. A bang on the ground of a heavy object being dropped followed a squeaky voice:
“Ragnarök!” she shouted pointing at the sky.
The other turned at her, looking and wondering what the village oldest woman was on about.
“The war is coming!” she kept looking at the skies.
“War?” someone from the crowd dared asking.
The old woman nodded and kept looking at the skies, “Yes, the war”, she simply stated. Then sighing, she looked back at the village, who had their eyes turned to the old woman, clearly gone mad or delusional.
“What war is that?” a man questioned her.
The old woman stood silent for a moment before she responded.
“The war of the ages, the war between good and evil” she whispered under her breath and then turned towards the others, “Armageddon!” she half shouted.
“Surely, you are mistaken?” the man continued and hesitated for a moment, “Maybe we have miscalculated the passing of time and the springtime is upon us?” He turned toward the others nodding as if getting the others to go along with his assessment.
But, the others were looking worried and starting to realize, what the woman was trying to say. That the old fairy tales, passed on as folklore. Bedtime stories told by parents to scare the children to do their bidding, may now have become true.
“Ragnarök”, the old woman just stated silently and once again turned her face towards the reddening skies.
To be continued
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“Could you like chill for a sec?” Freaky Friday The Movie
Polar Night
Presently:
“Darkness surrounds us.
There has been no spec of light for months, or possibly hours?
I am not really sure. All I know, is, that I have lost all track of time.”
Before:
In the darkness we lived for a long time. But then, “It” appeared.
A round object, in the darkest of skies. Super moon, they said. It will bring us light, they said.
Some speculated of another, possibly even more powerful, than the first one would exist.
Apparently, the objects did not appear at the same time, rather the other would disappear as the other’s time, was to shine. The more sceptic ones believed the tales to be told by fools, who had their heads in the clouds. The only thing proven to exist, was the darkness and its shroud.
Presently:
But, for now, we could only hope the tales were true, as we go on without dark little lives.
And daring to hope, that maybe, some day, the tales told by fools, would bring us the jewels
of light.
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“Could you like chill for a sec?” Freaky Friday, The Movie
Totally Freaky Friday
Freaked up in the early morning hours
When the Dark Nordic Showers
Started banging against the roof plates
Silently, cursing my non sleepy state
Must this really be my fate?!
Oh, how I love to hate
Living up here in the Nordic States
“It’s a lottery win to be born here”
They say
But little do they sway
When the weather causes dismay
“They who?”
You may ask
“Better don’t”
Will always be my response
They are the ones watching, listening, telling you
What you should do
They may be just a few
But mess with them, and you are screwed!
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“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”
Black Friday Finland Style
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
Several months earlier:
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
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“Going to hell, in a handbasket”
On a Slow Road to Hell
Loosing all sense of colour
No use in a loud holler
All shades of grey are fading
The perfect picture slowly degrading
Turning to black and white
Really, there was no fight
Life passing by in slow motion
Reminiscent of an old silent film
But with less commotion
Standing here
Where the line used to be
Then, drawn in sand
Facing what I feared
A wall of concrete
Now complete
Wondering,
Who’s got the upper hand
A note of some kind
Almost rendered me blind
In proud bold letters,
A big ass sign
“TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT!”
Rantings Of A Third Kind 