So this is Spring?

And it rained.
From winter snow to spring showers.
And then to summer storms?
Warm enough to be comfortably moldy perhaps.
if it were not for the differing levels of perpetual gray, not a single inhabitant in this saturated Hell would ever believe that the sun and moon ever existed.
Drunken past-times formerly devoted to by fairweatherers, now bore the markings of deeply contrasting greens against brown and black muds of the north lands. And in increasing volumes apathetic to the duldrums of Pennsylvanian spring's unpalpable persistant dredging "play on." was meekly murmered by fat tulips and bluebells.

Curse Line

Boop-beep-beep-beep-boop-boop-beep-beep-boop-bop-boop.
Thank you for calling the Curse Line for English press "1". Para espanol presione el número "2".
Boop.
Thanks for calling the Curse Line. Your call is very important to us. Please hold for the next available operator.
(muzak - Girl from Ipanema)
Thanks for holding. How may I help you?
Yeah. I hit my thumb with a very large hammer. I'd like to order a curse, please.
Okay. One moment please. (fingering on a keyboard. Heavy breathing) Hit your thumb with a hammer, yes?
Yes.
You can say "Ah, S@#T!"
Mmm. No.
For an extra $1.95 plus tax, I can give you bigger one.
Okay.
Say "Son of B@#$%H!"
That might work.
Good luck. And thank you for calling the Curse Line. Is there anything else I can get for you.
No, that'll do.
Thank you. Good bye.

!MIERDA!

Daddy Used to Rock

Mostly, this is a letter to my two year old. One day you will be able to read this. One day you'll be able to understand.
Older. Everyday a little bit more. I am convinced though that it is all reversible - physically, mentally, and spiritually. For now though, I have become a cranky old man. Regrettably, mommy has seen it, and you have. You may not have noticed. Sure, you may have thought that daddy was a little off, but "why?" may never have crossed your mind.
You see...
Daddy used to rock.
Odd - one word to summarize the whole of a past self. I tried everything, and rarely considered the ramifications of my actions unless I knew that they were certainly perilous, and even then I weighed these with expediency.
A lot these were to impress girls, and I say girls because women seem to know better (that includes mommy, although she still likes to see me in a stage-element.)
I used to play in a variety of rock bands. Mostly, I dove into crowds as a progressive-metal rock singer, though I was a classic tenor. I was and still am very comfortable in front of people. Somehow, I get the feeling that you will be the same.
Daddy was on stage in New York and Japan. I co-produced and hosted radio and television programs. I even helped make a few good movies.
I used to ride my motorcycle everywhere fast. I reached the road with my knees.
I don't ride or do much with such veracity - growling anymore.
I never had much. Never needed much. Never talked politics. Never worried about having money. Never worried about you or mommy. Never questioned my being, because it never entered my mind. Never questioned the existence of God, because I never knew Him.
You must be thinking that I long for that past, wanting nothing more than rekindle that spirited youth, or perhaps that I would like to live it through you.
In short, my response is "No."
At length, I wish to regain that fearlessness that I held. I enjoy the light steps that everyday brought, and reminisce about infinite energy that was given to me. My shoulders broad – able to conquer, to invent, and to lead.
Know this - I would rather have a past fearless and free than a future of same without you and mommy. If daddy seems a little off, it’s probably because he is.
You will have a future and a past. The present is the only thing you can deal with. You will rejoice in your triumphs and regret your failures, and you will learn from them all. Give thanks. Don’t reminisce too much. Remember that God’s watching. Breathe. Pray. Go!
I don't know if daddy still rocks or that it even matters, but he used to.