The unseen has handed you its name

 

Lone wolf howling at the sky

Verse 1

The full moon is rising high above the trees,
I feel the shivers in the midnight breeze.

I walk this world without a friend or name,
Playing a wicked and lonely game.

The city lights are shining far away,
But in the shadows is where I stay.

Chorus

I am a lone wolf, howling at the sky,
Watching the world pass me by.

No place to run, with no place to call my home,
Oh, no wonder I’m born to run.

Hear me calling in the dead of night,
Searching for a little piece of light.

Verse 2

My shoes are worn and my soul is black and blue,
Trying to find a way to get to you.

But the path is twisted and the river is deep,
Promises I made I could not keep.

I ran cold on this dusty ground,
The baddest creature that could be found.

Chorus

I am a lone wolf, howling at the sky,
Watching the world pass me by.

No place to run, with no place to call my home,
But a wanderer, and born to run.

Hear me calling in the dead of night,
Searching for a little piece of light.

Bridge

They tried to cage me, put me in a cage,
But I am fueled by my history and rage.

Snap the chains and break the iron bond,
Running free beneath the shooting sun. 

Chorus

I am a lone wolf, howling at the sky,
Watching the world pass me by.

No place to run, with no place to call my home,
But a wanderer, and born to run.

Hear me calling in the dead of night,
Searching for a little piece of light.

Squishy Feet in the Dark: A ta(i)le without lube

So there was I, minding my own business, which... as we all know, it is all of you, minding me, pretending not minding you, minding me, minding you; (go back and read again until it makes sense)...

 ...when suddenly I heard the sound of squishy feet trying to unstuck themselves through a soaked and very wet field of horse and cow manure. 

I thought to myself! (with a thick sottish accent putting emphasis on the R's):

 

Forrr whom? orrr forrrr what? arrre they coming forrr? 

It was who is now known as Xanax Resident! 

Upon the noticing the upmost amazing display of observational expertise, intellectual calculation and mathematical skills about my secondlife age, I could not bear myself being in the presence of such high mathematics and physics nobel prize contender (who in my mind sounded very upper class posh British) and therefore I could only resort to exclude my existence from the holier than thou Xanax Resident.

However, and as we all know, my irresistible charm, looks, kindness, politeness and magnetic personality, did what has been doing for a long time and brought her back over and over to walk by, to let me know and enlighten us all on local chat about how delightful and considerate I have always been.

 

and despite receiving this auto message on every attempt to bring me back to her life
she kept going on and on and on the wet manure... 

 

 Looks like it is another case of butt hurt because I did not use lube.

 

... in my defense, it was dark.