KAOS Radio (Fireball's Chance in Snow)

Yeah. I can’t not tell you how sexy this is.

Hope you don’t mind a double negative.

Or a girl fanning herself after looking at a picture.

Double negatives can be fun. Like starting sentences with a conjunction.



Rule breaker.
 
Shower shot is stunning

And the rest is icing.

Thanks for making my week much better.

Good luck with the job hunt.
 
Shower shot is stunning

And the rest is icing.

Thanks for making my week much better.

Good luck with the job hunt.

I’m in year ten of this job hunt.

Your week will be made with first pitch. Nothing I can do to top that.
 
So, Come

We forever were changed
In this room where I have been living
And in these years it’s been dangerous
But I cannot help from receiving
All the Spirits here, they all say
For now you must suffer so that we may live

All the Saints come down
I wish they would now

Thought in time it has changed us all
The room itself, it is breathing
We forever are chained
In what we have done, we have won
We have given to the spirits here
Who still call upon me say
Suffer so that we may live

So, come
Take back the old way
Take what’s not right
Take back the unborn child
Take it back
 
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Dedicated to...


I brought the stars to burn you
I thought their beauty would turn you around
This state of chaos suits you
But now I've got a nation to crush you
On my command...
On my command

I've come to erase you
I'm here to replace you
This time words won't save you
This time no one fears you
And I can't wait
And I can't wait
To get you out of my mind

I searched a world to cure you
So now I wear the scars of your bitter disease
I'm rage and ruin before you
And without a thought in my mind
I'll make you come clean...
I'll make you come clean

I've come to erase you
I'm here to replace you
This time words won't save you
This time no one fears you
And I can't wait
And I can't wait
To get you out of my mind...
 
Is that your glove hand❤❤??

Shower shot is delish

Heading that way....

And listening to that haunting voice.

Adding Emma to the playlist

Thanks for sharing!
 
Is that your glove hand❤❤??

Shower shot is delish

Heading that way....

And listening to that haunting voice.

Adding Emma to the playlist

Thanks for sharing!

I convince myself I can still field a short hop.

The mirror reminds me those days are gone.

Bring on opening day.
 
Perceptions are everything.

I've been thinking about this quite a bit lately.

I walk through my work area today. I always try to make myself available if people need anything from me.

A young woman stops me and tells me a story of how a male coworker got all awkward around her and eventually told her she has pretty eyes. They are blue. I never quite noticed this piece of information before.

The guy then stumbled some more and told her she is very pretty.

She is. Young. And still has all that youth. She is attractive.

I asked what she did. She told me she gave a meek thanks. She was really trying to make it go away. This isn't a matter of whether or not she appreciated the advances. She is in a relationship and has children and is a child of 21.

I tried to relate. Not even thinking.

Believe it or not I've had my share of women who worked for me get real uncomfortable around me. Blush. Stumble to find words. Look at me from the top of their eyes unable to make direct eye contact.

This young woman laughed. Entertained this.

I realized that the only thing she needed was for me to know. I asked if she wanted to me to talk to the guy. She said not right now.

I told her to let me know and walked away.

Remembering I am the same age as her mom and her boss, she may not see that side of me or think that any of things I said could be real.

I'm fucking old.

I'm gray.

I dress like a boss. Like a boss has to.

Perceptions are everything.
 
I convince myself I can still field a short hop.

The mirror reminds me those days are gone.

Bring on opening day.

The reality of life. Old is old. No hits. No ground balls.

Fucking sucks. I could run fast. And jump high. And last.
For days.

We had It. At one time. All of It. Beauty and brawn.
Heads would turn. Eyes would watch. Flirting and fucking fun.

Lots of fucking fun.

Now all I have is a ticket. To opening day.

There is hope. ♥️⚾♥️
 
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The reality of life. Old is old. No hits. No ground balls.

Fucking sucks. I could run fast. And jump high. And last.
For days.

We had It. At one time. All of It. Beauty and brawn.
Heads would turn. Eyes would watch. Flirting and fucking fun.

Lots of fucking fun.

Now all I have is a ticket. To opening day.

There is hope. ♥️⚾♥️

It’s okay.

No opening day tickets.

But it is opening day
 
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