I significantly dislike "lol"

Not even kidding. It's a terrible phrase. Now, I'm not going to tell anyone what they should or should not do, as I am trying to shed that aspect of my nature, but seriously, stop saying lol, people.

Putting that aside, here is a poem I've been working on.

Twas in the beginning
upon a mountain high
where the figure of a woman
wouldst surely lie

Ye feel the morning dew
once it falls upon your skin
thou wouldst grasp her hand
and thence begin to spin

There is but one
who wouldst stand in thy way
The Count Von Braun
the greatest, they say

Thine experience says naught
for the work thou wilt do
requests fall upon deaf ears
they do not improve the view

Fill thine pack and prepare
for your journey is ahead
time shall grant thee requests
and weigh you down with lead

Round them up and send them out
such a hasty retreat
your day starts fresh
when you arise upon your feet

To gain the treasures that are needed
you must begin anew
find the one thing that will drive you
a special someone that you knew

Of course thine choice will be
the fairest maiden you have chosen
your trials must not be done in vain
else her love for you wilt be frozen.

I'm not much of a poet. I find prose to suit me much better, when I actually get the motivation so sit down and write. If anyone is interested, I have a short story I'll link. Right here.

Warfare, or as close as I think I can get

I'm listening to Justin Timberlake's "What Goes Around" at the moment (I've had it on repeat), which is the touching love story between a pair of clever misfits caught in a world where parents just don't understand... or something equally awesome. Actually, it's more of a classic story of love and betrayal, which for no logical reason reminds me of West Side Story, except I'm pretty sure JT can dance circles around most of the original cast of WSS. Plus I'd rather hear him sing Maria than Richard Beymer. Actually, after listening to that, I think I want to hear a techno-funk beat remix to the original one. That'd be badass.

But not as badass as me.

What I'm getting around to is how I pictured a gritty remake of West Side Story starring J Timberlake as our Puerto Rican/Cuban/Latin-something-or-other lead (I'm sure some Hollywood makeup artists can work magic with Justin T's look. I just KNOW it.). This thought, of course, led to another tangent in my mind.

A few weeks ago, as I was moving to Kansas, I stayed at the home of my ex-roomates, Erik and Shea. Since I don't want to get caught on the wrong side of the tracks in Laramie, Wyoming, running the risk of having some college dropout all hopped up on cheap beer and five-dollar shit-pizza from Little Caesar's stealing my hubcaps, I keep a loaded pistol with me at all times. When I whipped out my handgun in front of Erik, he was delightfully surprised. Then I whipped out my pistol and he was frightened because he is afraid of guns made of metal that shoot bullets of another type of metal.

I said, "Why are you afraid of guns?" to which he replied, "I've just never been good around them. They make me nervous." Of course, I, being a smug, attractive, gun-loving bastard, had to convince him that guns are AWESOME when held by a BADASS, so I grabbed a cigarette off the coffeetable (because coffee and cigarettes with an ambiguous past ownership are manly as hell) pulled my trademark hat down a bit, and sunk into character--

*A man with no past, and no future. He has fought to save nothing but himself in this kill or be-killed world. Armed only with his wits, his cigarettes, and this large caliber semi-auto pistol, he fights in hopes to one day find what he is fighting for.*

I GOT A NEW CAMERA PHONE AND THIS IS ME TAKING HAWT PICS OF MISELF!