Jack hit the stuffed bear's stomach hard with his coffee mug. It didn't have the effect he wanted. The toy bear just laughed, exposing his yellow teeth. Jack backed up, frightened. "Listen, " he said to the large bear "I never did anything during the Toy Craze...I wasn't a part of the burning...if that's what your-"
"I don't care what you are" The bear inturrupted "I'm dying. And so are you." Jack looked at the bear's side, it was torn, some cotten stuffing was hanging out of a gash. The bear must be on his last legs thought Jack. And a dying teddy was never somthing to mess with. But he was cornered, stuck in a dead end alley of sheer rock. The bear began to hobble torwards him. He was massive, about four times Jacks size. With no room to run Jack began to panic. couldn't take his eyes off the throbbing cotton in the monster's side. The bear lunged torwards him with a hiss of sickly anticipation. Before Jack knew what happened, he found he had thrown the mug into the wall of rock near the beast's side. The cup shattered, shooting shards of ceramic into the bear's raw wound. The bear roared in pain and twisted to the ground, his snout landing inches from Jack. He looked straight into the bear's big, black, eyes.
"Don't freak with a puppet on a pilgrimage." he said. The bear's dying eyes widened as he understood. His last words were too faint for Jack to make out, but they sounded apologetic. He picked up the shards of clay and laid them on the dead bear's chest in the shape of a roman cross.
Jack then continued his journey, his strings reaching up into the heavens, and his wooden joints moving as directed.

Today, I came downstairs after reading a Flannery O'Connor story, rumaged in the fridge, and shook my socks in the air, caught up in the throughs of manhood. Meanwhile my mom and Sue looked with the bewilderment that women get when looking at something extremely masculine. So masculine that they can barely detect it. Like when you blow those dog whistles and nobody hears it but the dog. Yea that was like this. Except ...you know im the dog....and my ...socks...are the ..nevermind.
It's a crazy life and its moments like these that make me remember the time I tried to make a catapault out of a lawnchair. and ended up shattering a plastic squirtgun into my large nose, giving it the infamous shape it has kept to this day.

I had better put on my socks...

Hey Guys, my name's Tom
I'm the new crack
I'm all like fashion and stuff
I'm a woman
I'M A WOMANNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
Femmanin to the maxety-maxest possible.

le femmmmmme
hahahahahahahahaha

Random quotes from Random people.
"I wanted to be black at age 14, so when they say I dont respect the culture, truth is I only rap because I'm not smart enough to write a book. I've never paid a parking ticket. Its 20 dollars now, 300 then. You want your money, come and get it. But better bring 200 guns and a hundred men." -Sole (underground rapper, I heard recently.)


"The young generation, every one, really needs to act seperated and sactified and stop adjusting and bending to fit people."
-Jonny, my younger brother making me proud again on his blog: (http://www.reallovering.blogspot.com)


"I won't dance, dont ask me, i wont dance with you. My heart won't let my feet do things they shouldn't do." -Stacey Kent (jazz singer.)


"Hey now that your single, we totally gotta get together!" -Rob, (one of his famous statments that could be taken two ways)


" Im'a speak to myself in riddles, because I cant figure it out. Need a 60 second solution, absent of doubt. reading zero point zero zero in my savings account. sowing seeds of success and can't anticipate drought." -Joey the Jerk (member of the mighty LA Symphony)


"I like Adam's hair today. I think its the best it's ever looked." -Me (to Brian) (at bible study last night)

Today, my deodorant ran out, and I was reminded that nothing lasts forever in this world. Not even Tom's All Natural Woodspice. Sigh. I still have my Old Spice High Endurance Fresh though, so all is not lost. Still i do miss that natural kick that my other stick had. kind of like sticking your face in a candle, insense, and popourri all at once.... Ok so that sounds gross, but the stuff really smelled good....youll have to trust me. anyways, what Im trying to say is dont take your deodorant for granted. Cuz, one day my freind, that big stick will gone, and you'll be left with an empty husk of what once was.
Savor it.

"Im the Pride of the Peaches!" -Homsar

Dear Andrew,
Whats up with your latest blog? All you said was a name, and nothing else. how dumb is that right? Would you please explain to all the people who read your posts religously, what exactly is a Paul Ganguly, and what it does?
Thanks,

Crappfully Yours,

Tom Lake
Rochester, NY

In honor of Monday, i will post a poem by Billy Collins. (note: i did not right this, so dont be a hater)

The Flight Of The Reader

You think we would have had enough
of one another
after all the rain streaming down these windows,
the walks out to the garden when it clears,
the same yellow and white flowers,
all the sleepless nights-
the toy car going in circles on the bed table.

But still, you stay perched on my shoulder,
cricket or bluebird,
wild parrot digging your claws into my loud shirt.

Is it because I do not pester you
with the invisible gnats of meaning,
never release the whippets of anxiety from their crates,
or hold up my monstrous mirror,
a thing the size of a playing feild?

Whatever makes you stay,
I hate to think of that morning
when I will wake up to find you gone,
heading torward the open sea,
dragging the cables that bound us together,
leaving me with nothing more to say.

But don't get me wrong.
It's not that I cannot live without you,
cannot sit under an ordinary green tree
with no desire to reach for the pen in my pocket,
or lie contented on a couch all day,
one hand over my mouth.

It's not like I have a crush on you
and instead of writing my five-paragraph essay
I am sailing paper airplanes across the room at you-
it's not that I can't wait for the lunch bell
to see your face again.

It's not like that. Not exactly.


-Billy Collins

So the other day Emily and Brian were finally allowed to ride with me so, to celebrate we (mejimboosterEMILYbrian), went to Media-Play...which was closed...so somehow we ended up scaling one of those giant piles of snow you find in parking lots. After we were on top, Brian started howling and scuffling around like a rabid wolf...his demeanor soon affected us, and we found ourselves screaming "PANTS" and throwing shopping carts off the hill with animal-like-abandon. This soon got old though so we went to K-Mart and Krispy Kream and then to the wolfs and the warm embrace of the Powerpuff Girls...what more could i ask from a thursday?
"There is no art but Pollock."

I finished my Doctor Who book this morning...what a satifying feeling to know that a fictitous universe has once again been saved by an eccentric man who travels in a machine that looks like a telephone booth. i could go on and on about it but then you would probably stop reading. so i wont. the other night i hung out with "LIAM". (and sarah and lynne and my charming girlfreind ect.) we went places like "WEGMANS" (VegmunD's) and "WAL-MART" (Val-MahT) and had lots of "WHOLESOME FUN". The nights most enthralling moment was either the circle of "FREINDSHIP POWER" we made around lynnes car in a vain attempt to try an open her car in which she locked the keys in...or sarah trying to teach me to do this nifty hip swivle dance. phrases like "squish the grapes" and "from your hips" were said to much giggling from myself and others. all in all a jorb well done if i may say so.
until next time, remember: THIS IS NOT YOUR BODY.

i went pants shopping with liam and jim yesterday, and chaos ensued. i discovered that the three of us stick out like a sore thumb in the mall. but we aquired pants and that made everything ok. we then met up with emily and kate and went and saw Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind at Geva Theatre with ROCKED THE HOUSE. ive never been to a play, that had a rubber squirrel flying over a nylon sea, and phil collins with a sock over his head, and some guy spitting on the crowd. one of the funniest things ive seen was Katrina wrestling with one of the guys over a squirt gun that he was soaking the crowd with. i have to say that was the most fun ive ever had in a theatre. Later we all ended up in Brians nest watching him defeat Ling Poo on his samurai video game. truly a night to be remembered.
"life is probably going to be alright....death aint nothing to to freak with." -paraphrased Demon Hunter lyrics