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The jury took only 3 seconds to deliberate. They knew right away. Even if I was innocent, even if I had committed no crime, they knew the verdict. They carried it out with extreme prejudice. Locked up in my prison without bars. I'm free, yet I am a servant to my own mind. I try to break away, but my cell only gets colder and more dark. The mental death sentence has already been carried out. A victim of a cruel world. Justice? Fuck the judge. Fuck you, God.

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Originally posted by byebyeAmerica@Jan 23 2005, 09:42 PM

The jury took only 3 seconds to deliberate. They knew right away. Even if I was innocent, even if I had committed no crime, they knew the verdict. They carried it out with extreme prejudice. Locked up in my prison without bars. I'm free, yet I am a servant to my own mind. I try to break away, but my cell only gets colder and more dark. The mental death sentence has already been carried out. A victim of a cruel world. Justice? Fuck the judge. Fuck you, God.

seconded.

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Originally posted by byebyeAmerica@Jan 23 2005, 11:42 PM

The jury took only 3 seconds to deliberate. They knew right away. Even if I was innocent, even if I had committed no crime, they knew the verdict. They carried it out with extreme prejudice. Locked up in my prison without bars. I'm free, yet I am a servant to my own mind. I try to break away, but my cell only gets colder and more dark. The mental death sentence has already been carried out. A victim of a cruel world. Justice? Fuck the judge. Fuck you, God.

Very good.

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Originally posted by Holle@Jan 24 2005, 12:36 AM

Hear's a HTTT poem. It was for my creative writing class. We had to look at a picture and write a poem. From what I remember, the picture was of blackened faceless people in what looked liked a bank or some such of establishment that has a big counter of employess. I got a 10/10 so it might be good. I don't know, I'm critical of what I write. I enjoy sharing it even though I may think it's crap.

 

Misc. Death Wish

 

Walk in a room

Where all eyes are black

And all thoughts are none.

Impersonal personnel

Stare with an alien glare.

 

Watch with confussion

The govern'ts new plan.

The dead have risen

We're all number one

Today's the end of all mankind.

 

Wonder: "Is this heaven or is this hell?"

Individual of yesterday,

Faded in a grave.

Tomorrow is today

All is the same.

 

21 February 1992

Nice. Reminds me of 1984 a little bit.

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All through the madness

slowly growing

flirting, driving

she catches my eye

i look away

hypertension strangles me

her grip is relentless

eyes like,

eyes like,

eyes like...aaahhhhhhh crap i'm dead.

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i live in ur hell

yell at me one more time...and I swear ill do it

im never good enough

push me

change me to what u want

hit me in the face with ur gun agine

and see what happens...

ill be waiting

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Here's some old stuff on will to power:

 

Man would rather enjoy the way in which, his now rival, sees them; maybe as superior which seems to be the ultimate goal. The point is to strike fear and jealousy. at the mere sight of the "superior" being. The joys of this success not only affect his adversary at first but ultimaltely leaves that image impressed in him. The striving for distinction goes on to be an issue of domination over the next man, even though it may not be desired, the simple fact that the better man wants that distinction, turns to damnation to those who see him as a better.

 

It's poetry, somehow.

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Originally posted by citizen:insane@Jan 24 2005, 05:01 PM

Here's some old stuff on will to power:

 

Man would rather enjoy the way in which, his now rival, sees them; maybe as superior which seems to be the ultimate goal. The point is to strike fear and jealousy. at the mere sight of the "superior" being. The joys of this success not only affect his adversary at first but ultimaltely leaves that image impressed in him. The striving for distinction goes on to be an issue of domination over the next man, even though it may not be desired, the simple fact that the better man wants that distinction, turns to damnation to those who see him as a better.

 

It's poetry, somehow.

whatever

i like it

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Originally posted by crapdancesing@Jan 28 2005, 06:52 AM

Rene Descartes walks into a bar and has a drink.

The bartender asks him, "Would you like another?"

Descartes pauses and says, "I think not," and promptly disappears.

 

The bartender is enlightened.

Cute.

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Originally posted by crapdancesing@Jan 28 2005, 03:52 AM

Rene Descartes walks into a bar and has a drink.

The bartender asks him, "Would you like another?"

Descartes pauses and says, "I think not," and promptly disappears.

 

The bartender is enlightened.

:blink:

 

just woah

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A lil song for all the Brits:

 

Are the crumpets alright?

Is the tea really hot?

Are the crumpets alright?

Is the tea really hot?

 

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

 

Adjusting my monacle, down the streets

I eat lot's of crumpets, and move my feet's

I don't like 'phat' american beats,

Cus they are all slime

And it's almost time.

 

So I eat fish and chips,

And move my hips,

To the blips and the bleeps of this english shit,

Hanging out with Nigel, William and Giles,

With my mod suit on,

Bloke you know I got style!

 

Are the crumpets alright?

Is the tea really hot?

Are the crumpets alright?

Is the tea really hot?

 

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

 

Go to a show,

Doing some cocaine, bloke

You know I am 'ere

We are 'ere

British lads are everywhere.

 

So I ride my vespa to the fucking pub,

Get a pint for 6,

Now I'm all fucked up.

I drink whiskey, New Castle, all fucking fast,

And then I take a hit of this fucking grass.

 

Tea, tea tea, and crumpets!

My monacle, needs adjustment

 

Tea, tea tea, and crumpets!

My monacle, needs adjustment

 

But,

 

Are the crumpets alright?

Is the tea really hot?

Are the crumpets alright?

Is the tea really hot?

 

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

 

 

 

^_^

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