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The Land of the Purple Sky (part b)

The curtain slowly rises upon a dark dismal day…

As the insane infant smiles a creepy scowl,

His eyes drift slowly upward.

Peering through the haze of seething hatred and shame

His soul erupts in stark electiric laughter.

No love, no hate… just anymosity towards the living…

And fear of those fortunate dead… carries him forward.

Was that by chance a microscopic glimmer of hope, momentarily?

Or just the hairline crack in his personal mask?

Still sorrow follows him everywhere…

The life of Chaos’ first-borne Son…

November 19, 2009 at 4:25 AM Leave a comment

Just a Quick Rant

Firstly, please forgive my language in this quick rant. Thanx.
Secondly, I use cocksucker as an insult in this rant. I am sorry if I offend anyone who does indeed suck cock whether for personal enjoyment or the benefit of others. I do not intend to insult any person in this category. This was not aimed at you. Besides, it can be a wonderful thing when done properly. My targets are all juvenile homohobic assholes. To them this is a major insult.

Thirdly, to those which this is pointed directly at (aiming for some empty skulls here) I will not ever apologize for anything I write here.  Thanx again for proving yourselves to be exactly what I thought you were when we met.

I have 6 different email addies. One just for business, another for doing surveys, 2 for personal contacts only, the others I use if I know (or even think) you will spam me. I have spam blockers set up on all but still check through that directory once in awhile.

So, why is it when you really piss off some chickenshit lame bitch-made cocksuckers, they feel the overwhelming urge to put your email addy in at every sick, stupid, bizarre or “medical” site they can find?

I’ll start with the so-called “medical” ones first… I started getting spams for penis growth pills right after I cut off some leeches that were constantly feeding on me… some through money, some through time, others by just draining my energy. I guess these obviously limp-dick amateur punk-bitches have decided that I need to “get bigger”, “get help getting it up”, and get help or info about various lesser sexual deficiencies. The way I see it, for you to find these sites and input my email addresses, etc you obviously must have been up there looking for info for your own inadequcies but were just too chicken shit to put your own info in. Or perhaps it all comes down to one simple thing? You guys (and I use this word loosely here) must not think I’m a big enough dick even after sending you all out the door. Oops! I mean I don’t have a big enough dick? No bragging or exaggeration from me but never had one complaint yet. In fact, I asked the last few if they had done this to me just to be sure.  A firm “No” from all.

I’ll go over the sick and bizarre together since they seem to run hand in er… well, whatever. These spams come from some of the sickest, most perverted sites the net has to offer. I don’t surf porn so I didn’t give them my info. It truly amazes me that you freaks have put me on the mailing lists of “animal lovers”, “young stuff” and gay/bisexual/trisexual/transexual/crossdresser sites and newsletters.  I don’t understand the reasoning (or logic, if any?) behind this move. Unless maybe its just that you total LOSERS were up on your favorite sites and thought of me (being the kind asshole I am known to be…) and felt the overwhelming compulsion to input my addies?  Well, gee thanks for the great reminder of just how fucking sick you low-life bastards really are. (No offense intended here to anyone born out of wedlock).

In the long and short of it, I guess I really should thank you lame freaks for finally showing your true colors. But also I feel I should also let you know that a couple of you have a rude awakening coming the next time you go over to your brother’s house to surf and check your email… We sat down and ran through the history. You really should learn more about xp.

June 2, 2009 at 4:32 PM 1 comment

A Shadow

This poem won a contest on last year and was published in their anthology of new poets. This was the 6th time I was published. Hope you like it. Let me know…


A Shadow

As the moon gently floats cross the sky,
I catch the lilting twinkle of your eye.
A slight wink I cast across the room
A far off pass from my days of gloom.
You shrug me off and look away…
No lust, no love for me today.
I pushed you out to complete my change
Another lost love? or one never so strange?
I never knew where I stand or stood
We never really talked like two people should.
Promises made… kept, unkept… untold lies?
But you… I will never despise.
You thought you knew me but even I
Had no clue what lurked behind my eye.
I cannot, could not, get you to let loose
That sealed shut shell that gave me such blues.

Copyright ©2009  Kevin John Sievers

May 2, 2009 at 3:11 PM 2 comments

New Feature! Vidlinks From Funny Or Die!

Here’s a funny little videot I found on, Will Ferrell’s (etal) site. Hope you like it!

April 30, 2009 at 7:13 AM 2 comments

Banks… Just Another (Necessary) Evil?

Banks. What more could be said about banks? I guess I’m just too stupid to understand how they actually needed this bailout. Every bank I’ve personally dealt with in the last 5 years has left me feeling like a victim, like I should have to thank them for my business. Like I must pay them to use my money, pay them to not use my money, pay them to use their cards, pay them to get their cards, pay them, pay them, pay them? Not to mention the fees small stores and other companies are charged for taking their cards every time one is slid through the machine.

Before I start to sound like just another idiot ranting about the money our elected twits have doled out to banks, let me give you some background here. I’m not going to name names, there’s really no point since I assume that all banks screw people all the time, like they seem to have to do to me.

Sorry, but to make this bad play on words work, I’ve got to name one, US Bank. I use to have an account there but as I quickly learned, those are not initials but just a two letter word… Its “Us” Bank, not yours, mine or anybody else’s. Between the hidden fees, overdraught charges because of those fees, and telling me after the fact “that cash is not posted until the check you deposited with it is posted…” I spent more of my hard earned cash with them than through them. I love it when the employees smile that nice F-you grin and tell you how you screwed up and it will cost you, again. Don’t you? Long story short, I closed that account before they got me the fifth time. What can I say? Sometimes, it takes my blonde head a little longer than it should to pay attention…

The bank I have an account with now set me up with a “direct deposit” account. I didn’t want to get this account, but when I took a job as a telemarketer (Yes… running my hole on the phone for the betterment of my empty pockets) back in January, the company made me open that account just to get paid (I still doubt the legality of that). After a couple weeks of not being able to ram sales down their victims’ collective throats, I left the job but still had the account. In their fine print (they were kind enough to show me, smiling “nicely” of course), I am liable for fees after one period(?) of no direct deposits. Last I looked, it was up to $112(!) minus the huge 15 cents I left in it. Cool, huh? I talked to the third person today about this and she will be looking into changing the setup of the account and possibly dismissing those fees and overdraught charges. Possibly… What a word… I bet they have secret banking classes just to teach them how to tell us to “pay up or get f-ed more” in such politically correct words of pacification. I’m to report to the branch tomorrow. We’ll see…

Guess what? I like this bank! Instead of costing me more hardly-earned cash that I don’t have… They killed those charges AND (after some very simple paperwork) changed my mess into a regular FREE (gotta love that word!) checking account. This time I asked her if there were any fees on this new one before it starts costing me. (I’m learning, ok?) She replied with a firm handshake and “None.” We’ll see…  ;D

Either I was having too much fun whining or just getting lost in a rant, but back to my main idea here, ok?

Banks. Hmmm… Maybe they’re not all evil monsters after all?

April 30, 2009 at 4:53 AM 2 comments

Am I Wrong?

Sorry to all you who look here to laugh. This poetic attempt was not intended to be funny… I just needed to get it out and felt this was a good place to do it.

A little background for this poem: I saw my ex-wife again earlier. She is more of a mess than she ever was. It felt like a huge release melted over me. Some deeper understanding for a moment, if you will. I can truly say that I have finally forgiven her for cheating (and no longer pity her either). It still feels a little weird though.


When I see my ex-wife doing worse than me,

Am I wrong to barely choke back a laugh?

If I feel no remorse that what once was just could not be?

Am I wrong when I do not care to hear her latest gaff?

Am I wrong? Am I?

Am I wrong to curse this clown I’ve become?

Wrong for falling up when falling down?

To see this “one true love” I once had (so dumb…)

Am I wrong for casting her out on the town?

Am I wrong? Am I?

When breach of trust sears your soul,

And all close round you the Bible quote,

Left standing dead-alive, a gaping hole,

Am I wrong as I just ago wrote?

Am I wrong? Am I?

Forgiveness comes in many a dire guise,

Peace of mind grows healthy again, slow,

Happiness be found in thoughts of the wise?

Am I wrong to laugh that I can grow?

Am I wrong? Am I?


© Kevin Sievers 04/21/2009

April 21, 2009 at 6:20 AM 2 comments

A (Rude?) Quickie

I know a wise man (or just some smartass old dude). Depending on who is around to hear it, he’ll call himself either or both. He spends his afternoons lounging on his favorite beat up old chair (like him as he soon tell you if you let him), sipping his whiskey, smoking his two nasty stogies, and running his mouth to anyone who passes by his porch or stops to listen. He’s the classic old guy with a million stories and nobody to listen (at least nobody who hasn’t heard them all before). He has several crusty old sayings that he bases his entire existence on. When I told him I was blogging, he made me promise I’d share some of his “lesser inflammatory remarks” up here. Well, after sorting through (and discussing) about a dozen, what follows are the “nicest” three:

“Never trust anything that bleeds for a week and don’t die.”

Now in its proper perspective, being an old biker idiom I recall from my own youth, this is not as bad as it sounds. But, he’s been married for over fifty of his 76 and her 68 years. When you see the two of them together, its like each is definitely the other’s better part. Whenever she’s not around and the subject comes up, he’ll very quietly tell you that he didn’t really trust her “until she was in her fifties. It was about the time that mental pause kicked in…”

The second: “Life is like a bowl of shit-covered cherries… Sometimes, if you dig deep enough, you’ll eventually find the sweet spot in anything.”

Personally, I think this about his funniest, being the optimistic pessimist I am. After all, one of my favorite expressions sometimes is all about looking at life through shit-splattered rose-colored glasses. But I digress…

His personal favorite lately: “Always treat your woman like you would your vacuum cleaner… If it stops sucking, you change out the old bag.”

Yes, I know its rude, crude and a few other things too. But I feel I must put this one into the proper context here. Ever since he learned about Viagra and Cialis, etc… well enough said… I hope.

Well, I feel a slight need to apologize if I’ve offended you (Yes, just slight…), but I do hope you’ve all enjoyed this quick little glimpse at my neighbor. Let me know what you think, good or bad… Thanks again.

April 18, 2009 at 10:20 AM 1 comment

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