Kyle the Morae

come young and come old
and let me tell you a tale
the wits of the bold

how legends prevail
the spread of evil most foul
and a boy named kyle

Alphabetacular Boredom Reprise

    Zoos are evil, I've decided. Yesterday my younger cousin Xavier insisted we go to the zoo. Xavier was a strange lad; bright, very intelligent in fact, but very excitable to the point of doing incredibly stupid stuff. What's a good way to put it? Vivacious, some would say, but I think I'll simply call it stupidity. Understand, please, that I don't hate the kid, but it's hard to ignore what happened yesterday. There's just no denying it anymore. So, I suppose you're anxious to hear why zoos are evil and why Xavier is so strange.
    "Ryan, can we go to the zoo, can we, can we?" my cousin asked loudly, while I was still in my bed, fast asleep and dreaming nice dreams. 
    "Quiet down!" I replied, waving my arm in an attempt to shush him.
    "Please oh please oh please?" he insisted.
    "Oh, fine, we'll go," I complied, "just give me a few minutes to get ready." Never would I have guessed that agreeing to do something with him would end so disastrously. 
    My house was only a few blocks away from the zoo, which partly explains why I hate the place so much. 
    "Let's go see the lions!" he exclaimed after we had arrived. Keeping up with him was difficult, as he was running ahead and I was trying to avoid appearing childish. 
    Just as I caught up with him at the lions, he took off again. "I want to see the zebras now!" He barely paused to look at the zebras before taking off again. "Giraffes now!" he decided, and I had to run to keep up this time. 
    Faster than I could think, Xavier jumped the fence and went to go play with the giraffes, so I wasn't left with many options. Entering the giraffes' area behind him, I followed him to a nearby giraffe. Donning my no-funny-business expression, I prepared to grab him and haul him out of there.
    "Can I ride him?" Xavier asked. Before I could answer, I accidentally stumbled and fell in a pile of giraffe poop. 
    And that's why zoos are evil.

Alphabetacular Boredom

"Around five then?" Xander asked.
"Beats me" I replied. "Can't really make out the shapes, its too dark."
"Damn! We are so dead" Xander shrunk in at his own declaration.
Every now and then Xander and I got the idea into our heads that we were heroes. Fools, that we were. Grand gestures of bravery and selflessness were all fine and dandy to hear about in stories around the camp fire, but this was real, and when it gets real, bravery usually means a quick death. Help wasn't coming. It was just us....
"Just us..." I mused aloud.
"Kill me, just kill me now. Laying here and waiting for death is just too much." Morose as it was, he still had a point. Nothing was worse than if they caught you-a quick death would be welcomed but too far off to even dream about if you found yourself in their grasp.
"Oh, stop it!" I exclaimed, trying to sound more confident then I was. "Pipe down, we still have time to figure this out."
"Quit trying to be brave, Zane. Reality is upon us. Stop pretending this is some teller's yarn. Time is running out." Unfortunately he was right. Very few things in this life were worse than taking your own life, but what was after us was one of them.
"Well, how does this work then, do we just..." I hesitated. "Xander I..."
"You kill me, and I kill you" he interrupted. "Zane...I'm so..." my knife slid into his gut before he could finish, and before I could blink at what I had just done, I found that I too was bleeding out- a heroic end for the brothers Eh'Beecy.

Behold the Buckets of Boredom

The blog looks so sad without any content on it. I think I can hear it crying. Its tears are probably filling up our buckets of boredom. Then they wouldn't be buckets of boredom anymore... they'd be buckets of blog tears.