Chocolatized

Global Swarming

Walking through nature's decorum of trees and other foliage. The antipathy grows for the birds as they imbibe the air into the sedated fluttering of their wings. Although, it is not that simple. For nature has given these birds, and all the other creatures of the forest an ultimatum; be strong or die. The prowess displayed is many times what selects who lives and who is consumed by nature.
As you continue to walk, it is patent that the exuberant shell soon gives way to a scene of a beset world. Harrassed by its neighbors. It has few things it can do to pacify the attackers.
As you finally come towards the end of the forest you spot a plume of menacing smoke. It is clear now who the implacable fiend is, it is yourself.

Found my Step Brother

Catalina Wine Mixer
I am ready
Walkin' tall
Biggest helicopter leasing event
POW

I wanna make bank
I wanna drive a range rove

Shut up
You're waking the neighbors
but I'm not dead

Chewbacca masks
Its okay,
That mine is not movie quality

I don't believe in belts

Liquid paper on a bee
It died

Stay Golden, Ponyboy

It's Coming

There is something great coming, something of high integrity and placidity. Yet, it will be alluded to as a obnoxious, greedy, and unreasonable. It is something barely fathomable. Something that, when at its peak, will create a potent wave energy for times to come. Though it might plagiarize itself after its coming, it will only be because of those that have shaped it. Stark in context, it should never be misconstrued as something that is good willed. It should always be taken with an air of caution. If at once it never appears, then we know that we have found the end, the most certain and conclusive end.
There is something great coming, something called the Future

Prohibiton

There was a bear, a bear affiliated with the mafia. The bearfather. The bearfather was uncanny, in the sense that he was a bear that could talk. Now that is beyond explanation. Unless you ask the bear, because he will tell you some sort of nonchalant crap about being an omniscient being; bequeathed to the world by the grease of Taco Bell. 

One of this hairy beast's favorite things to do was to skulk around the local villages and converge upon a dark corner of the taverns. As he scans the dreary meat locker that constitutes the bar he becomes supercilious of its inhabitants. What normally follows is never veniable to any extent. He grabs for his coat pocket, and with a swift movement he disperses 3 kittens into the room. They make quick work of the finite amount of booze and then they run with the bearfather out the door. Never to be seen again, til next week.

Happy End

Many times we find ourselves destitute and looking for things to go our way. Hoping maybe to reach the pinnacle of what there is to come. Maybe it will be through renewing those musty hands into something deft and full of beauty. However, that is doubtful. More often than not we premeditate what we must do to succeed, but we lack the will to suppress our emotions and we find that our officious behaviors have ruined what could have been great. Other times things seem to be inopportune and comprised of things we wish would have never happened. In the end it seems that we will never make it, fortunately we can find solace in those that we love and that love us, those who help us make it through life.

Harry pt 1.

An inanimate object is normally so negligible that it draws no attention whatsoever, however once every blue moon there comes an object which exhilarates the very air it is incapable of breathing. This certain object is something which each person has throughout them, something that very oftentimes is mused of by the elderly; something that can be easily deleted and some find it their adversary in a daily struggle to maintain their urbane looks.
This item is a human hair, a simple item normally, but this is no normal hair. This hair has "lived" a thorough life. Once it sat upon a man of much culinary prowess. It enjoyed many a sojourn to wondrous cities and endured inclement weather atop his scalp. The young mans hair was once the precedent for all around him, but it quickly met its demise when the stress of his job overpowered him.

I Don't Even.

I once had a large cat. This cat of mine was belligerent and loved to watch the show Jeopardy to gain mad knowledge.
One day I noticed my cat leaning against a large weather worn tree looking tepidly outwards, towards the heavens.  I threw a rock at him, but he remained unmoved, an impervious fortress of fur and dandruff. As I strode towards my pet I noticed something in the sky, upon further scrutiny I realized what this object was. It was a monster made of glimmering noodles and the most savory meatballs. This was it, I had met the Flying Spaghetti Monster, the quintessence of all noodles, the overlord of pasta, and the founder of Italy.
It descended upon my backyard with the adroit of twelve gymnasts. When it neared the ground it meticulously scanned my yard looking for a plate on which to finally rest. It decided that it would just make a plate from my ivory trunk fence. The plate was a perfectly stretched canvas for it to lay upon and make its art.
While I watched the benevolent being make itself comfortable I wondered why it was here. However, my time of thought was cut short by the loud burst of noise as it addressed me, extolling my good behavior and reminding me to remain amicable to all sorts of noodles, and the like. All the while it spoke to me my cat had been feasting his eyes upon this large mass of  nutrition. Finally, he could take it no longer and halted the looking and began to feast ravenously upon it. The noodles wrapped together like snakes forming a severe grimace. It is not feasible for MY cat to eat all of that italian snack-age I thought to myself. What I did not know was that my feline was once an annual competitor of the Nathans hot dog eating contest.
He made quick work of the monster, and proceeded his feast with a long slumber, known as a food coma.

R.I.P. Mr. Trebek the kitty cat.

Blobular

There was a blob, it was bereft of hands, yet it was severely ambidextrous. It lived not the life of opulence, although, it once was seen eating tentatively with Rosie O'Donnell (A supposed family member). Many people would say that this blob often wore a guise. I would prefer to say that it simply had another blob constructing its facade. This blob was a dour blob, it always seemed to find life to be a serious matter despite being a very pliable and ridiculous looking creature. 
Whenever this blob came in contact with anything salty, or that sounded like the word salt, it would augment its unkempt self and jostle around violently. This is mostly due in part to the fact that the blob may have been a snail in a previous life.
My final thoughts on my good friend come verbatim from its mate, "bluuuuuuub."

Changing

Everyone has been impacted differently by something in their life, for some its something personal and for others it is something incredibly dumb. One night after the sun had gone down my stomach  began to yell at me. I was sure it would not stop until it was satisfied. So, I started walking. The night was cold and dark every step taking me closer to my goal. However, the walk just never seemed to be complete.
Through dark eerie woods I strode, down alleys and empty streets where once there was activity. My mind began to wander, where was I going to eat? I paced up the main road seeing only empty buildings with closed doors. Finally, I saw a light in the distance. It was the Burger King. I entered quickly and came out with a hardy burger in my hand. I was so close to my goal, but I had to wait to find a suitable curb to sit upon. I walked back towards where I came and found an empty parking lot with a vast amount of curbage. I sat ready for what was to come. Unwrapping the cover of this burger I thought I knew what was to come: A decent size burger that would help shut my stomach up and be worth the money I paid for it.
As I tasted the first bite I was completely confused, this was not a normal burger. I pressed onwards into this amazing thing. Every bite was crisp and cheesy, the best comparison would be to a great steak. When I was done I had many mixed emotions. It was a great experience, but the end of it signaled the end of the tastiness and the end of a long night.

To describe the change would be impossible but something most definetly happened late that night. Between the good, night weather and the cheap delicious food my mind has had a new attitude ever since. I believe however that there is a lesson to learn from this, something that has remained constant before then and after as well. That lesson is that, everything, whether it be an event or something else, it will be much greater late into the night.