Using my blog to try and make the world a better place. If I can help someone forget their troubles for a few minutes a day, it's all worth it.

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream of warm impermanent sand. So the days flow through my eyes but still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Sucked to be me:

One day, in 1975, I opened up a box of Cracker Jacks, only to find that there was no prize inside. I was devastated. Although if that happened today, I'd be alot less devastated since the prizes really suck. It used to be that I'd buy these just for the prize, but there's no way I'd pay a buck for the prizes they offer now. I wouldn't even pay a dime. It's sad, really..

4 comments:

Carole said...

this is my favorite poem. http://caroleschatter.blogspot.co.nz/2011/12/ozymandias-percy-bysshe-shelley.html

joe said...

Great poem. Thanks for sharing.

Sunnydaze said...

I freakin' LOVE Cracker Jacks - had some just a few days ago, but now they are in a bag. Not the same as digging them out of the box. The prizes used to be good, I especially liked the tiny tattoo books - you know the kind that you would lick your arm and they would press on. I didn't even open my prize the other day, I just know it wouldn't be the same.

joe said...

Yeah I liked the tattoos also. I remember there was also a small kind of picture you rubbed and it changed color.

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