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“Crossing Paths with a Robot in the Dense Forest”

(Dedicated to my niece Penelope, who was born Saturday!)

As Young Penelope the Girl went through a nice walk in the woods
To hide after murdering her enemies (as every Penelope the Girl shoulds),
She crossed paths with a Robot, one of those Crypotomechalogical myths
Somehow created before time began, by long extinct Droidsmiths.

Penelope stares up at the Droid, and the Droid stares right back
And both just stare at each other, wondering who will attack.

Robots have long been scared of kids, the most illogical of mankind
There’s no sense in their ways, with their cruel fickle mind.
Penelope doesn’t know this, of course, and she stands frozen where she stands.
Imagining the noise her bones will make, when crushed by steel hands.

But as she gazes into the Robot’s optic lens, and it peers into her own,
They realize they both want the same thing: to be left alone.

So Penelope bows, while the Droid curtsies, neither wanting any war,
And they each go their separate ways, their paths crossing nevermore.

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“The Boy Born in Blood”

There once was a boy who was born in blood
He burst from the womb amidst a great crimson flood.
Blood was the way and blood was his life,
He loved it so much he took blood as his wife.

Violently born and violently lived,
Isn’t aware to care whether or not he’ll be forgived.
A product of his times, built upon the culture of the past
Blood soaked to the bone, from his first day to his last.

And the boy born in blood will die the same way he came in,
Smothered in the gore and the guts of society’s sin.

Posted 2/2/2013

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“The Post-Funpocalypse”
(A Classique Doodle from 10/18/2011)

In the months leading up to the apocalypse, people sure seemed to be making it sound like a big deal… but now that it has happened, Brian Hawkins doesn’t get why there was such a fuss.  What the heck were they worried about?  The apocalypse is awesome.

Still grinning from ear to ear since his dad let him put in the final head-shots to kill the Nuclear Mutants they just came across as they navigate the post-apocalyptic wasteland of Earth, Brian steps back mentally for a moment and reflects on the wonder of it all— out on the open road, less people to deal with, adventure every dang day… he’s even already killed 17 men and mutants and he’s only 9 years old… that’s almost 2 for each year he’s been alive!  That’s so cool!

Plus, since clean drinking water is so scarce, his mom isn’t bugging him about taking a bath.  She didn’t survive the apocalypse, of course, so she isn’t around to bug him even if there WAS enough water, but still.  And last week when scavenging through a pile of rotting corpses, he found a real Indian arrow-head necklace!

The best part, though, is now he finally gets to spend time with his papa… before the apocalypse, dad was always in the office working, traveling; Brian hardly saw him.  But now that the rest of his family is dead, he gets all the father and son bonding time a boy could ever hope for.

It just feels nice.

The post-apocalypse is the most fun he’s ever had, and Brian hopes that civilization never claws its way back from the pits of hell.

Originally Posted 10/18/2011

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