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FearfulloffearThe great, fear inspiring day of God.
I've gotta tell ya God....I think it might be overkill.
Would ya take a look at these.....these panicky, monkey morons?
Crawlin', clawin', scramblin'
And there isn't any milk or bread at the supermarket.
Kroger, Marsh, Aldi and the Dollar Store have gone biblical.
Over a few inches of snow.
So much fear.
A constant transfusion of white knuckle, teeth grindin', paralytic terror.
Low testosterone? Transvaginal mesh? Bankruptcy? Erectile dysfunction enhancement systems and male enhancement.
ENLARGE YOUR PENIS!!!!!!!!!!!! ENLARGE IT!!!!!
A side effect of my inhaler is death by asthma. What?
Depression.Bi-Polar Depression.Anxiety.Herpes.Shingles.High Blood Pressure.Cholesterol.ADHD...oh Jesus it's rapid fire.
You need a need a need a an IPhone 1000.
And your car's safety rating is horrible. Insurance quotes.
Another school shooting. Meth labs in cars, in trunks, in traffic.
Are your teeth white enough?
MembrainQuiet the air fueling that obnoxious screech masquerading as your voice.
Kick you flat in the teeth. Now gargle those pearly whites for me. Intermittent beatings to reflect your capricious nature.
Your pitiful conformity when the only constant is change.
Wormboy and wormgirl pulled up out of the dirt and writhing in pain.
I could light you on fire and put you out with urine.
Just a verbal sketch.
An integral glimpse into my state of mind.
Fluctuating grinding grinding grindin' grinnnn
And I can hear my beard growing........
J. H.Burnt 2X crippled.
Flesh curled and rippled.
Eyes of human buried deep in desperate wreckage.
Crack open those wretched hymnals.
Please God damn all things abysmal.
Heavy fingers partially falling against piano keys.
Always Deja Vu.
We watch the signals.
I never saw it coming, that day, that morning, that tha....the sudden moment.
Watch him gasp his last.
96 years. A broken old man
His empty dying hands. I should of held them.
I couldn't find my voice.
He's gone and I never told him anything.
Oh God why that way life leaves the body.
So violently so so quietly.
Always telling me about those."Damn Japs." "I did terrible things in the war" "I have horrible nightmares"
That day you cried, hid in your bed, reached for my hand and begged,"Don't leave me".
You were the closest thing to a grandfather I ever knew.
PurgeQuit going to your job.
Spend your entire paycheck on alcohol.
You're 21 now.
Now it's time to die.
Go and get your shotgun out of the closet.
You worry about damaging your teeth as you feed the barrel of the gun into your mouth.
I'm going to blow my brains out and I'm worried about my smile.
See, this is why it has to happen.
Insanity and complication even in suicide.
The eternity it took to feel my teeth click.
The tears. The absolute despair from knowing I'm miserable and I don't have the balls to pull the trigger.
The cutting. The attempted hanging. The hospitalizations. The psych wards. The group therapy. The therapists. The Rorschach test. The meds. Overdosing on uppers. Overdosing repeatedly on downers. The coma. The ventilator. The feeding tube. The catheter. The guilt trip. The abandonment. The social losses. The inability to connect. The isolation. The loneliness. The despair. The loss of faith.
On the floor. Screaming involuntarily as the Tylenol shut my body down. Mother as
In the name of GodUS 31
Bail bondsman, liquor store and bumper stickers.
"One nation under God" and "Guns 4 Cash".
All men are equal. You must love your neighbor as yourself.
But first let's turn those sand niggers to ash.
Well fed. Inbred. Neck red.
In the name of God!
Shed blood. Innocents bled. Remove the head. The soulless wearing splattered metallic red.
In World War II the pope blessed German troops and tanks.
Commit genocide and rape little boys but don't you be a skank.
Holy men aren't required to practice celibacy. It's not a biblical teaching.
Oh? You're right.
Candlelight and soft music. It's practically entrapment. Sometimes you just got to reach out and rape a kid or two.
Nigger, boogie, jigaboo, jig, porch monkey, spade, spook, darkie, spear chucker, spic, beaner, wetback, chink, slant eye, Charlie, gook, jap, camel jockey, towel head, honky, cracker, peckerwood, whitey, white devil, pale face and a dumb pollock.
And some people call black people apples 'cause they hang from trees. Charmin
OverYou are capable
A nudge, a grudge, a push, temptation, stimulation, frustration, alienation
And lust, my God!
Are you culpable?
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind
Pull the flesh from the bone like a rotten rind
Capricious serpent diamond head
Cut if off but the bitch won't stay dead
Hey babe, I threw away your things
Eternally out of my thoughts you'll no longer spring
I don't wanna steal you
I don't wanna kill you
I don't wanna feel you
For the longest time I peeled my wound
Hey Q this is the moment I got over you
UntitledWeighted down, my fatigued muscles pump acidic shrapnel corpuscles
Water at the corners of my mouth..................... ...now unleash hell
Macular degeneration or apathy?
Inhale the flood, I won't float 'til I'm dead
Screaming under water while you count bubbles
PariahI am a pariah among the chosen.
The chosen ones. Oh yes.
And never mind who. You aren't one of us and I shouldn't even be telling you this.
Promised eternity and given nothing. Always promised. Constantly reassured and promised and caressed and the blinding hypocrisy in my is makin' my teeth crumblin' the grindin' and I..I...I........I
Oh please just.....I'm just pray I won't prey
Make me make plea after plead and all I do is just need.
Don't tell me you're there when and where did you care?
Kept murky, hid your lies in the mist
And all I can smell is the piss
I am not in the fold, surrounded and alone
Keep the rapes sterile and cold
I cannot exist and it's death to resist
I know what's coming to me
Bring it it's welcome to me
All of that gratuitous, copious weeping.
I wonder, will you sweat blood the way Christ did?
A biblical reference.
The dogs ate all but the palms of her hands.
What will be the absolute last part of you before you are totally gone?
Watch the damned.
As you descend into their extended arms.
Clawing away with all of that pointy desperation.
If your mind could only disassociate.
Your body will disperse in unimaginable pieces.
Call them what you want: zombies, the dead, blah blah...
They were my family.
They are my family.
Welcome to the family.
Equility Indeed. Why not?The world is basically divided into two se(x)ctions. First one is like: I can change you! I will do anything, make soup, send you to Oświęcim, whatever it would cost, but I'll change you and make perfect for me. Second section is like this: Okay, try, but I warn you, you will fail. And them both fail. First is like: Oh no, I did all I could but nothing happened! And second is like: shit, I might have changed. I mustn't show it.
How can we even talk about equality of sex rights when arrogance is still alive. First section of people is fine to be submissive as soon as it delivers. The second one is too much self-estimated to let the first one win.
Talking about feminism and sexism, we never ask Nature. Nature makes First Section people have fun being submissed, and struggle to once be dominant. And, however, Nature doesn't let them do so. There will be NO sexual discrimination when there are probably only hermaphrodites left on planet Earth.
There always will be sexism. However
Just an ordniary day at the Office...Tuesday at the Office
Me: Save file as .psd
Photoshop: I can't save the file, it is to big!
Starts deleting layers that I am not using anyway. (Ends up deleting ALL layers I am not using).
Me: Save fil as .psd
Photoshop: Not again! Saving... saving... saving...
Me: Come on! Work this time!
Photoshop: Saving complete... phew, that was a tough one!
Checking how big the file is.
Me: How the hell can it be 1 GB?!
Photoshop: Don't ask me, you made it...
The day after...
Me: Save as .eps
Photoshop: Here we go... What kind of .eps do you want?
Me: That one, should be the one that takes up the least space.
Photoshop: Saving... saving... saving... Saving complete... Now just let me die a slow death over in the corner.
Checking how big the file is... 1,34 GB
Photoshop: Just get it over with and kill me...
Me: How am I going to make this job any easier?! Grubble, grubble...
Computer: I WANT MORE RAM!! FEED ME HUMAN, I COMMAND YOU!!
Subaqueous - Chapter 1Chapter 1: Maracaibo
Hello everybody, my name is Natasha Chiarella, and I’m going to talk you about my favorite travel, a really adventure, first we going to start in the place and the day where every start.
July 15, 2012, 12 A.M. chating in the computer.
- Nokia, how can I tell you, that I’m going to Italy?! – I was chating with my best friend in that moment, her name is Natalia Chiara, but her friends called Nokia like nickname, because is a composition of her both names, she live in USA and every year she travel to Maracaibo in vacation for visit her friends, she like Maracaibo because is a good place to stay, in Krisstof Hotel sure, but anyway, she like it, I don’t say that I don’t like it too, but because my family, I need to travel every 2 years to Italy, that was Nokia know but don’t wanna understand – Just wait me Tash, I’m going to travel in 2 weeks – that she said, I answer – me too, I’m going to stay out of Ma
Thou Shall Not JudgeYeah...yep..mmhmm....okay..oh come the....what...ehhh....Are you honestly going to sit there hectoring a smoker as they bundle up to go outside?
"Going out to destroy the temple huh?"
Might want to wipe some of the chocolate off of your chin. Oh, the third chin from the bottom, sorry I'm not used to having to specify.
Allow me to be absolutely clear. It's my opinion that smoking is a disgusting habit. Smoking yellows your teeth and fingernails, ages you terribly and smells god awful. But I don't oppress others with my opinion. We all have free will. I respect your decision to smoke so go and do it all you want.
Gluttony is a sin soul sistah's! If you ask me there isn't any difference from a black set of lungs and a stomach that hangs low enough to cover your unmentionables. Yet again, I respect your decision to poison your body with disgusting, processed food but don't act like you're superior to smokers or anyone else for that matter.
I'm going to hell for saying that? I'm only defend
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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