AdPock

It’s only been a couple of weeks now Since you said goodbye But you just don’t seem gone yet Even though i keep crying Everywhere i see your face Everyplace feel your embrace I wonder how i could have kept you Though I know that’s a lie Maybe with your heavenly new view You can finally fly. But I’ll never forget your face The mark you make upon this place What you created in this house The foundation and walls Stand firmer now than ever Even after you're gone The dust of you leaves but a trace Yet we’re all filled by by your grace After all All is all.

My buddy Buddy's been getting a lot of attention lately, Ever since our boy became his late brother, He's become much sweeter. Or maybe I just didn't give him the attention he so needed. As I lavished it on my boy, Who needed it more.  Needed me. But he's gone, And I really need my Buddy. Miraculously, He's right here, Staring me in the eye, Taking me in.

Bass lines never lie. Heavenly bodies know, Heavenly tones don’t go undetected Though they often go unheard. Forget bowing your ear to listen, though, You’ll simply never hear. Just close your eyes to see It’s all happening right here. Right there, so close… Just don’t reach Or you’ll never touch. Such elusive frequencies, Why must we know so much? Can’t we feel our way through? Isn’t it easier to bounce? We’re just floating anyways. Such blessed tones All's light in all, Effervescent to the touch Yet heavy enough to somehow hold us up.

When Captain Jack the Ajax first came to these shores, he did so with the intention of being a full-on superhero in the Silver Surfer ilk. But he soon learned that Silver Surfer spent more time actually doing shit than surfing, which Jack found dubiously unappealing. So now his superpower is just being one of the best damn surfers on the high seas. And for Captain Jack the Ajax, that is totally enough.

Billy bolts awake with a frown. Nothing like a worry alarm clock. He doesn’t mean to feel uneasy. But feelings have a way. Physically speaking, waking is just hard. Particularly for one who dreams so deeply. Fido, on the other hand, chomps the marrow at the bit, runs circles around the dining room table, leash in mouth. Against such waking instincts, Billy rises. He puts on his pants. First one leg, then the next. Like many a great man, though not many a great Scott! He slips on his shoes. Grabs the leash and poop bags. After some effort to slow down Fido’s circuitous sprint, Billy finally affixes his leash. Which means it’s go time. Fido calmly takes his place next to his master, dutiful as a soldier. They give each other that “go time” look, and hit the street in search of coffee. Not two doors down, they spy The Scowler. You’d think two people and two dogs who see each other every day could at least do something to acknowledge as much. But that stopped long ago; sh...

Sure, Dean caught fire when he downed that flaming shot, but at least he wasn't a pansy.

Fourteen minutes into his epic percussion solo, Al realized he had to finish putting away the dishes and stop smoking weed.

When Charlie Barker was but a wee pup, his master used to tell him no.  But Charlie Barker's such a creative spirit, the universe forces him to blow.

Backed again, To where I am, Still fighting the good fight. What choice is there? As i am always right. A righteous man is all i am. And All i’ll ever be. But a righteous man In an unjust world, Is ever far from free.

David felt good about performing his civic duty, even if he was only voting for the most Jewish-sounding candidates.

Right there and then -- perhaps because it was his birthday and he was now old enough to be President -- Tom decided he would no longer care what anyone else thought of him. From now on, he would just use the goddamned kiddie urinal instead of standing on his tiptoes, trying to look like an actual man.

Todd knew it was wrong to let Binky sit on his lap at a time like this. But he also recognized that Binky was the only other creature in the world he could share such a moment with. 

Before going on his afternoon walk, Tim spent the better part of five minutes trying to remember if he'd gotten high yet. He finally decided it was better to be safe than sorry.

"I'm not sure if there's much difference between worrying and praying." " Praying is positive. Worry isn’t." "It can be." "Nope." "What do you know?" "That there’s more." "Must be nice." "It is." "Would you mind praying for me to stop worrying?" 

I was the ocean Full and wet. I rose and fell. I sustained life, Took it away. Made weather rollick, Honeymooners undress, Full and wet. I'm dry now Arid and putrid, A bone picked clean. But my eyes still close and open, Squeeze tears from tired lids To wet my waking world once more.

Us versus them, the universal dialectic. You and me, the impartial magnetic. Turn down the fun. Hedonism can’t bring Socialism. Don’t trust lust. But in the end, we must. In the end... If there's really such a thing. If the earth stops spinning, The universe won't. What else would we want to be? But forever...

That was the moment AdPock knew it was over .

AdPock was fairly certain that both he and his wife could live without wine. But he was 100% positive they couldn't live together without it.