Not Sure What I'm Bitching About (646 hits)
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Submitted by Sarah Prejean <derivablezero.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-04-20 20:04:28 EDT
I waste two and a half grins on people I do not know; smelling of cigarettes and day old skin I take a walk in the shoes you bought and then covered in your own vomit. I drank a bottle of casual words and then took a not-so-casual stroll down a narrow alley crowded with faceless mimes swinging their arms around my face and climbing ladders from inside of boxes.
This day is tired, malnourished as the child oceans away that you don't care about even though he was blessed by the boiled piece of cauliflower we used to call the pope waving from his hospital window before his own feces killed him, like a monkey decapitated by all the work it took to throw. The man looked like Mr. Potato Head with a bad case of mange, and he was an important spiritual leader?
And now, the wine-drinking congregation is in a fuss since Captain Nazi Thought Police took over the throne. The joys of being a liberal tight ass are gone, now someone will hold accountability against fragmented lives wasted on Jesus-crackers and confessional booths... and they will not be so easy to live. I feel like the street light of faith, blinking on and off and on again but the light is not missed when it's gone and not strong enough to notice when it is there. Pass me the holy bread, ladies and gentlemen... and where's that water and the guy with long hair?
On top of it all, society is in a bundle about the fall of the democratic empire. Maybe when our leaders are not terd-tossing cynical assholes who turn each and every decision into a shit-slinging farce we will be able to look forward to change instead of looking behind us to make sure our asses are covered. And what of a country that provides only 20 something percent of the world's resources, but sucks up the other 70 something without ever looking back?
What about the little girl in Vietnam who no one knew about or wrote about or saw? She took a cup of water from a soldier and instead of bringing it to her cracked lips, looked up at him with her big black eyes and pointed to the ground. She pointed to the splits in the soil and the tiny green leaves poking out, begging to live. And she poured the only water she could possibly have drank right out onto the ground.
And what of the soldier? What of him, sitting drinking alcohol from the same tin cup decades later, telling his war stories to anyone who will listen. Pouring his wine out on the cobblestones and preaching about the girl! What of him? Do you think it made a difference to him who the girl was, or what she did, when he found out she was blown to hell the next day?
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-05-02 13:56:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Val (user info) at 2005-04-23 10:09:59 EDT (#)
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... you're like this guy I used to know.... all we did was fool around and thinktalk. It was phenominal. I miss him.
Submitted by WiKi (user info) at 2005-04-23 09:41:43 EDT (#)
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I like you.
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2005-04-20 23:38:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-04-20 22:20:10 EDT (#)
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Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-04-20 20:58:50 (#)
Ranking: -1
A few years at University should clear up this alarming lack of talent.
Sarah, get a load of this slave. What a fucking goof.
Submitted by lordofthedance (user info) at 2005-04-20 21:40:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
So...."terd-tossing" hey? They should definitely stop doing whatever the hell that is.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-04-20 20:58:50 EDT (#)
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A few years at University should clear up this alarming lack of talent.
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2005-04-20 20:44:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Wow! This is enlightened.
If by "enlightened" I mean "have another ice-cream waddles".