never get busted again

former texas drug agent, barry cooper, will soon join the rest of the online-entrepreneur-millionaires by selling his video 'barry cooper's never get caught again,' designed as a how-to on successful drug possession and getting around the man. barry will teach you, the user, all the necessary tactics and diversion techniques from concealing your stash to fooling a drug dog. trained by the dea, cooper was seen as one of the best drug task force officers in the country with over 8hundred arrests. his help can be yours for the incredibly low price of $24.95 barry cooper: anti-narc - welcome to the dark side.

the godfather of soul

the hardest working man in show business. mr dynomite. soul brother number one died today, the 25th day of december, from a heart attack; the result of a fight against severe pneumonia. he was 73. now, this isn't exactly the type of thing i want to be posting about and i'm not sure how i feel about 'tribute posts' but mr james brown impacted my personal development as an artist immensely over the years. i could never talk about my influences without mentioning funk and the godfather of soul. rest in peace james. thank you for sharing your talent with the world.

sweet engineering

together we can accomplish so much more. clearing skies... thank you.

the holding pattern...

... as it was so precisely put to me the other day has left me circling turbulant skies. the circling is nauseating but not completely dreadful. the turbulance however has left me up in the air and away from my blog. there are plenty of decisions that need to be made before i come down from these clouds (each cloud banging me back and forth like a football), and it's easy to say i will be circling the runway for a bit until i navigate through some of these desicions. with air traffic control helping me realise that the holding pattern is an acceptable plan of action for the moment, i've already been able to begin plans to clear the air and start my descent. luckily, i have found some inspiration in these skies and will hopefully be back posting anytime now. sorry for my flight delay. eta: unknown.

fff #62

this is the first post coming from my new sexy laptop, and my is she sexy. that said, i've finally completed an fff. i admit that it's not exactly my masterpiece but my head was preoccupied a majority of the weekend. just the same, it feels good to fff again.

He/She ran in front of…

he ran in front of the pack; sprinting toward a goal that he had been dreaming of for what seemed like a lifetime. the endless days of training to become faster were finally about to pay off. his newly acquired speed made his feet feel like feathers hovering on a gentle wind just above the ground; the way it feels to rush down a steep hill as a child. he moved so fast that the air made his eyes water and the world around him blur. his heart and his arms pumped in unison. his chest burned. his throat went dry. he tried not to think about what tortures he could face if the wolves behind him caught up. they each wanted to reach his goal, his dream, before he did. the finish was already so close. he could hear their banter and knew they were clawing right at his heals. one of them got hold of his shirt in a last ditch effort to lead the way, but was denied by his unstoppable desire to win. the goal was within reach and his dreams were about to come true. he could see the shiny silver truck that contained his trophy and knew that if he won there would be music to accompany his victory. nearly in shock by his success he sprinted straight toward the truck, running his fingers down the blistering metal as he came to a stop by the it’s side. out of breath, he leaned against the truck briefly and listened to music that reminded him of a circus. he looked up toward the side of the truck in astonishment as the glass window slid open. a man dressed in all white with graying hair and soft hazel eyes looked out the window at him with a kind smile. “what’ll it be, son?” “chocolate fudge chuck,” he replied, pulling his 50cents from his pocket and setting it on the counter. the man filled a sugar cone full of the ice cream and handed it to him. his eyes lit up as he took the first lick. his chest cooled. his throat sighed in relief. the first one in line at the ice cream truck – not too bad for the last day of summer.