Warner Brothers: 100 Years of Celebrating Every Story, Even the Ones They Tell Themselves to Assuage Their Insecurities

 

Tooty-Fruity

VERSE 1

The flowers, the flowers, seductive power

The rose, the rose, the purple prose

The trees, the trees, swinging in the breeze

Tooty-Fruity!

VERSE 2

The sky, the sky, enough to make you cry

The clouds, the clouds, beautiful and proud

The sun, the sun, nature’s cinnamon bun

Tooty-Fruity!

VERSE 3

Roses are red, the classics are dead

Lilacs are white, Pulitzer blight

Violets are blue, elitist culture crew

Tooty-fruity!

BRIDGE

An onion has layers and so does poetry

Peace and quiet is what you’re owing me

I’ll ply my craft in my own fucking way

Heavy metal madness is here to stay

VERSE 4

The love, the love, it’s what you shove

The tears, the tears, the least of my fears

Emotions, emotions, eyes like oceans

Tooty-Fruity!

A Wonderful Day to Take a Nap

CHORUS

It’s a wonderful day to take a nap

With a cute little kitty on your lap

A wonderful day to take a snooze

Dream away your moodiest blues

VERSE 1

The rain is pouring, the puppy is snoring

Everything else is delightfully boring

Lullaby music is playing so softly

Sleep like you’re in the arms of your mommy

Under the blanket so cuddly and warm

Keeping you safe from the rainiest storm

Counting the sheep as you fall asleep

Snuggling with them feels so sweet

EXTENDED CHORUS

It’s a wonderful day to take a nap

With a cute little kitty on your lap

A wonderful day to take a snooze

Dream away your moodiest blues

A wonderful day to rest your bones

Turn off the TV, unplug your phone

A wonderful day to have a dream

Until the sun shines its bright beams

VERSE 2

Pour yourself a glass of warm milk

Wrap yourself in a blanket of silk

Snuggle with puppies and kitties

Whether they’re big or just itty-bitty

When you snooze, nobody will lose

Stay in your bed as long as you choose

Listen to raindrops on your window

Listen to the mighty wind blow

EXTENDED CHORUS 2

It’s a wonderful day to take a nap

The weather outside wills start to sap

A wonderful day to take a snooze

Until the sunshine brings colorful hues

A wonderful day to rest your head

In the softest and warmest of beds

A wonderful day to snore and drool

Until your pillow becomes a pool

VERSE 3

Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop

The wind and rain won’t stop

Come inside for a place to hide

Under the covers, you sweetie pie

We’re one big cuddly family

Of animals and sweet little peas

It’s a wonderful day to nod off

In the beddy-bye ever so soft

Gray Days

***GRAY DAYS***

If you live in the Pacific Northwest like I do, you would have noticed the overwhelming number of gray days during the summer season. Hell, it might be happening in other parts of the country or even the world, but Pacific Northwest weather is notorious for catering to gray days. It could be sunny one minute and pouring down rain to the point of flood conditions the next.

Anybody who knows the old me knows I would have constantly complained about gray rainy weather. It’s not the best to go walking in, especially if I’m thirsty for a bubbly beverage and the convenience store is around the corner. Now that I’m 31 years old and have a more mature outlook on life, I’ve learned to love the gray days, even during the summer season. If I was that thirsty all the time, I could just make a pitcher of ice cold iced tea. Yum-yum-yum! If I was so bored that I needed to go for a walk to clear my head, there’s nothing stopping me from bumming a ride from my family to the YMCA. They have a jogging track upstairs and a shallow swimming pool on the bottom floor; how hard could that be to comprehend?

I didn’t realize until recently how wonderful gray days can be for getting creative work done. Or if I just want to be lazy that day, I could just take a nap while there’s new age music playing in the background. Smokey seems to agree with the latter ten times out of ten. The low barometric pressure during gray days can make anyone sleepy enough to want a nap because of the lack of oxygen, which is a major source of energy for the human body. If you feel sleepy, give into it. The creative work will always be there for you when you’re ready for it. If you’re in school, however, it’s probably a good idea to turn your work in on time and in tiptop condition.

And then there are people who enjoy running around in rainy weather. The cold rain definitely feels good on the skin after a long day of exercise. I remember going to a Linkin Park concert with my brother James at the Tacoma Dome in 2003. After we jumped up and down for a lot of their songs, the rain felt so good to us that we didn’t bother putting our jackets back on. That’s part of the reason why I’m not worried about rainy weather happening on the same day as my July and August concerts, which take place in an outdoor amphitheater. If Korn, Rob Zombie, and In This Moment get my cardio going for god knows how many hours, I’m going to love that sweet cold rain.

It’s true, folks: I have nothing better to write a journal about than gray days. I don’t know what else I could say about them, so I’m just going to sign off and give you all updates on my creative projects.

***WEEKLY SHORT STORY CONTESTS AND COMPANY***

The new contest got started this past Tuesday and the prompt for the week is “Piece By Piece”. For the second week in a row, my short story is a modern day drama and will therefore be shelved under “American Darkness 2: Black State”. It’s called “Toy Trauma” and it goes like this:

CHARACTERS:

Kevin Hunt, Toy-Loving Child

Marty Hunt, Kevin’s Father

PROMPT CONFORMITY: Marty dismantles the action figure piece by piece.

SYNOPSIS: Ever since gaining custody of Kevin in a nasty divorce, Marty has been stressed out to where even the smallest incidents send him into a screaming rage. One morning during breakfast, Kevin brings his favorite action figure to the table with him and plays with it a little too loudly for his father’s tastes. After several unanswered warnings to his son, Marty grabs the action figure and snaps its arms and legs off. The toy abuse leaves Kevin in a fit of tears and even causes him to say that he hates his father. Is this enough for Marty to realize how far off the deep end he’s gone or will he always be a sourpuss?

***DARK FANTASY WARRIORS***

I’m sure you all noticed the recent uploads of Rook Maxwell and Edward Glass and hopefully you’ve enjoyed them. Coming up next is a character from the villain department. He’s Jax Nightshade and he’s a dark paladin from “Medicine Man”, a short story I submitted to one of the WSS’s monthly contests. For some reason they aren’t doing monthly contests anymore. I don’t know if the admins forgot or if they’re legitimately discontinuing them due to a lack of activity. Either way, the Medicine Man himself is going to be immortalized. Be on the lookout for a dark paladin badass!

***READING TASKS***

As of today, I have three different authors to (beta) read from: Andy Peloquin (Lament of the Fallen), Marie Krepps (What Money Can’t Buy), and Zero Urrea (Rake). I have no problem with the workload, because when I have the energy, I can get anything done in record time. The past few days haven’t been kind to me in terms of energy. Sleep apnea had really been kicking my ass and making me too sluggish to get anything done. To those who rely on my help, I’m sorry. But I can safely say that I’m doing something about my lack of energy. I requested an appointment with my sleep study doctor and he’s going to teach me how to use a CPAP machine, which will give me oxygen while I’m sleeping and my windpipe is flat. I’m also going to start going to the gym more often with James. My workout will start off with thirty minutes of walking around the track and end with weightlifting. So far, it seems to be paying off. Let’s keep that shit going!

***WRESTLING QUOTE OF THE DAY***

“Enzo Amore is so skinny he could hang glide with a Dorito. He already looks like a bird.”

-Jerry “The King” Lawler-