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Not long ago we buried our children
Alive under the cornerstones of buildings
To keep them from crumbling or
To keep the thunder from rumbling

Next were burnt offerings, animal sacrifices
Across the Atlantic the Aztecs
Spilled blood from necks of natives
The Sun, they thought, was fickle and needed fuel

âEUoeSavage! Savage!âEU clucked the Spanish Conquistadors
Who themselves took the death of a man as valid for redemption
A man who preached love and peace
Cortez slaughtered thousands

American Airlines Flight 11 imbedded into the North Tower
2,996 lives: The Price of Superstition
Now our children are buried by tales of hellfire and visions
And we say that this is not terrorism

Waiting on Mount Megiddo
The Sheep gather to applaud their kill
Wishing nothing more than for the world to burn
The Supernatural Scapegoat required to salvage the Fold

He will descend through mushroom clouds
Red-robed wielding the word of God and a flame-engorged sword
Smiting the Living Dead so that they may not rise again
A stick sharpened at both ends

The old blind man who knows his way through the forest at night
Is no longer needed
What we made to aide survival through our dawn
Is now about to create our dusk

I am not here to make extraordinary claims
I am here to live a good, honest life
To babble bishops and priests alike
Destroying dumb ideas wherever I find

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Thanks for reading if you read the whole thing! I would really like to hear your comments.

This is my attempt to write a pop quiz, David Foster Wallace style (love that guy)

Anyways, feedback would be great, kthanks

PS If you do end up reading all of this I would like you to answer the questions at the bottom, because honestly, I don't know the answers to them myself.

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This guy meets this girl in high school. And the guy thinks the girl is quite extraordinary, as well as almost all of the rest of the male population at their school. But that's beside the point. The point is, is that this guy thinks this girl is quite wonderful, etc. etc.

Also, this guy thinks some pretty mooshy thoughts about this chick. He sort of considers himself a romantic in the first place, but meeting this girl completely changes things, so to speak. But the girl on the other hand, she doesn't exactly return the same sentiment, if you know how these things go. She doesn't think he's a bad guy or anything, and on several occasions she notes his many accomplishments, but she never really thinks those mooshy thoughts about him. So that's important to keep in mind. But so, the guy sort of wants to be with this girl, but the girl never really wants to be with him (as mentioned above.) Anyhow, this becomes very stressful for the guy see, because he is always dancing this never-ending Tango of unshared feelings. And for the girl, it's less stressful. Not to say it isn't a stress, just not this huge, big stress.

So one night after the guy has expressed his pure enjoyment of the girl with the girl, and the girl saying exactly how she feels, the guy sort of has this mental breakdown. He doesn't really let anybody know about it, per se, but it still happened, and it was still quite terrifying.

So then the guy says to himself, "She's way too good for me, better start divin'." And then so he does. He tells the girl that he never wants to see her again, right. And the girl doesn't know what to think of this, because it's outta nowhere. She gets pretty bummed about it, because she sorta liked him, not a whole lot though, but it still hurts nontheless. Meanwhile, the guy starts doing stuff with all sorts of grody chicks. Lowest of the low.

But it's not his fault he feels so self-destructive. He blames it all on the girl. Doing stuff with all these chicks is sort of a mean to an end. So he feels pretty at peace about himself, except for the fact that he'll never be with the one he really wants to be with.

Now, with all these depressing experiences with these grody chicks (especially the incident with the 'golden girl', so to speak), the guy starts to write depressing stuff. In lyric form. And so one day he stops by the local pawn shop, and buys this beat-up electric six string with an amp and starts to play around with it. And he gets sort of good at it. He gets so good at it in fact, that he forms a band. A band that awfully-depressed kids can relate to, because the band's songs are quite depressing.

Anyways, so the guy is in this semi-successful punk rock band, and by this time he's dropped out of high school (even though he was on the highschool's football team, which was projected to take state his senior year). And he's traveled to LA a couple of times to record some records, so now he's got a little taste of the high life. The grody chicks that he did stuff with morph into totally hot babes. Which is really awesome, because if he had never risen to this type of fame, this would be impossible. Even so, he feels an emptiness inside of him. Exactly the kind that he should feel, the same kind that is portrayed on TV and in movies all the time. Which makes it a little bit corny, but he still feels it, so it really can't be that corny.

So him and his band of misfits start to get more and more popular. The girl notices this. She doesn't like their music much, but at least it's tolerable. She hears kids at school talking about it alot. And secretly she knows all the songs are about her, but she never really lets anybody know this, because if she did she would just seem pompous and self-important, and almost like a coat-tailer. Also, because she rejected the only semi-successful guy to leave their ordinary town (except for that one radio host, what was his name again?), which is sort of ironic because if she had never rejected him he never would have reached total semi-successful fame. Get it?

But so now, he's actually living in LA with a whole bunch of other semi-successful punk rock frontmen, and it's totally rad. Living around all these guys though, he starts to be influenced by them. Because these guys don't exactly have the purest of hearts. Like, they do drugs. A lot. So therefore, it's kind of inevitable that the high-school-age punk-rock-god starts doing drugs. A lot. But he doesn't necessarily have any objections to it, as you might think a kid from an ordinary city would have...

So punk-rockstar kid is really just having a great time, and is sort of forgetting about the good old girl that he used to have feelings for, the girl that inspired his popular, awfully-depressing music that he writes. And you think this might have an effect on his music writing skills, since she was the muse, right? Wrong. Instead, he starts to write songs about his new, totally radicalized version of life, about all the drugs and parties and women. So nothing really changes for him.

Meanwhile, the girl is getting older back at home. She's even graduated high school, and has started college at their little college-town college. And things are going pretty good for her. She can't complain really. All the guys are still crazy for her (although she is not crazy for any of them in particular) and she's doing well in school, and is holding a good job at the local department store. She still keeps tabs on the guy though. She buys all of his records and posters and t-shirts, but she never really wears the t-shirts because she doesn't want anyone to know that she is keeping tabs on him...

Until one day when she gets home from a long day at the department store, and she checks the online blog of the guy's band, that reads:

"The guy has OD'ed on some kind of pain medication, and is currently hospitalized. We would all like you to pray for him, even if you are atheist, pray to nature or science gosh dang it, because we couldn't do drugs or party without him, it just wouldn't feel right."--drummerboy94 (the band's sort of horrendous drummer)

And as soon as she gets done reading this (which doesn't take very long), she drives to the nearest airport and books the next flight for LA, with only her cellphone in hand. Which if you think about it is really quite scary. I mean, she doesn't even know where he lives, or which hospital he's in. But she does it anyway. And when she gets there she asks several people if they know which hospital he's in, and apparently everybody knows, so it's no trouble really. So she rents a car and drives over to his hospital, and finds his room (by lying of course, that she was a cousin or something) and she gets to his room, and she pushes past a whole bunch of stupid cow-like media people, and there he is, lying in his bed. And she still recognizes him, which is quite astounding, because he looks quite different, with tatoos and piercings (her favorite is the tattoo of Max Bemis on his right arm). And he recognizes her, and he's completely surprised, so his heart-rate elevates, and then the nurse tells everybody to get out (she sort of screams it actually) and everybody leaves, except for her, because she refuses to, and the guy says it's all right, and so they sit and talk for a while and it's really quite nice...

Question A: Does she love him?

Question B (optional): Does he love her? How much can he love her? He left when they were in freaking high school and said that he never wanted to see her again. Evaluate...

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At 2/15/11 06:04 PM, Deathcon7 wrote:

At 2/14/11 11:58 PM, MisterRPG wrote:

At 2/14/11 11:38 PM, Deathcon7 wrote: How do you know it's NOT Walt Whitman.

Because my friend Google would never lie to me!

OMG my argument is invalid :P

Good observation, by the way.

It is in fact all Walt Whitman. From Specimen Days, a book of journals that the poet composed near the end of his life. We had to do a poetry assignment in my English class where you take two pages from a book or novel, and create a poem from sentence fragments. And you can't edit the words at all. I guess I should have said that before. The them I was going for was sort of a 'prisoner-versus-deserter' sort of thing. I didn't really communicate that idea so well. Anyways, thanks for reading it.

I judged a seafaring man
A southerner by birth and raising
All the horrors that can be named
Though a southerner
He was captured

Evening light
Lamps we passed
Nearly out
Dark and cold
Rebel guards froze to death

Dead bodies remained until lately
Being exchanged with holes in the ground

In the stockade coming up with the rest
Guards would occasionally fire into our prison

Demonism has a wife and child
Army and frequent murder

Squads of deserters
Tramped along without order
I saw a huge huddling mass
Surrounded by the armed
Spectators laughing

Deserters are brought here
All sorts of rig
Some sickly
Most of them dirty
Despair has written to them from here
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This is the first poem I've actually finished. Feedback would be great. Thank you.

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At 1/17/11 03:14 PM, SimCorder wrote:
It just kills me.. everytime something like this happens I always lose it since I get to afraid to speak up. Is there any method of overcoming this?

Grow some balls. You only live once. Why sit around thinking about calling a girl when you can actually do it? You gotta get in a crazy mood and go for it. You gotta ask yourself "What's the worst that can happen?" The answer is not alot. She rejects you and you never talk again. That's livable. Just go for it and have fun. Girls like that.

Ok guys I need some advice. And it's not like 'oh how do I get this girl to like me?' kinda stuff. This is serious shit.
So last Saturday, I went to this chick's house and made out with her. I didn't really like her or anything, and I thought she knew that, so I thought everything was cool and stuff. It was just for fun really. I'm a womanizer, I know. Anyways, when I get home from the chicks house, I find out I got asked to the halloween dance by the most amazing girl. Like she could've asked anyone, but she asked me. And like, I thought she just asked me as friends until yesterday when her very best friend told me that this girl liked me. But then last night the girl I made out with started texting me asking if I liked her and stuff, and I told her how I felt and everything, and now she's threatening to tell the girl I actually like, which would ruin everything. So what should I tell the girl I made out with so that she won't tell the girl I actually like?

Do you wanna know what the super hilarious thing about this? The Mormons don't even use the cross as a symbol for anything. In fact, they oppose the use of the cross. Like, have you ever seen a Mormon wearing a crucifix on a gold chain? Not a chance.

I think you guys are getting way ahead of yourselves. This whole 'genetic enhancement' argument is the same as the steroid use argument. So potentially, when this becomes are thing, it could be harmful to athletes, yes? And if it's unregulated, then athletes will use it. If half use them at the beginning, it will dictate that every athlete will use it. What you end up with is alot of dead athletes.

Wow, I haven't been here in ages. Life is good. I have a shit ton of prospects, and to be honest I should have serious girlfriend by 2nd semster. Anyways, that's besides the point. Has anybody here been to Warped Tour? And if so, is it a good place to hook up with chicks? Just wondering.

Also, how many marijuana users are going to want government jobs anyhow? Probably slim to none. Most of them hate the government anyways because it's the thing keeping them from their precious weed. And if it is legalized I doubt their feelings about the government will change, so that pretty much eliminates your problem right there.

The funny thing about this is that nobody ever talks about the times their prays weren't answered. I consider myself a religious person, and when your prayer is answered (which really not that often when you pray for really specific things) it sort of tells you that God is there and he is listening. But nobody tells you about when they pray and their prayer isn't answered. When that happens it sort of depresses the hell outta ya.

On facebook, this kid updated his status as "We can land a man on the moon but we can fix an oil spill." I responded by saying "It's because Russia isn't trying to fix an oil spill." It's sort of true though. If another country had the same problem, the US would be damn sure they'd fix the problem first.

According to my religion (I'm LDS, I don't know if you guys would consider me Christian or not but what the hell) the answer is yes. I remember in Sunday school, they told us that there were as many planets with life on them as there were grains of sand on the beach (Just to give you perspective). See, because us crazy Mormons believe that there are three levels of glory (heaven) and that if you are righteous enough to make it into the highest one, you yourself will become a god, and will be able to make inhabitable planets just like ours. So yea... that's my word.

Children are the future. HURP DE DURP!

A space elevator, so we could send all of the nuclear waste to the sun.

If I could go back I would change loads of stuff.... but that's only if

Good and Evil do not exist. Everything is nuetral and always will be. If God decided to kill everybody that wouldn't neccessarily be evil or wrong, he probably just thought things would be better that way.
It's all in your "Point-of-view" I guess.

Whoa. That video was messed.
And, oh, by the way, I got some apple pie in math today.

In your face universe!

Good history lesson. I hope there is more to come.
:By the way, what about Independants? lol

I completely agree.
I skipped out on probably five years of TV in my life and didn't miss it one bit.
Though the Discovery and History Channel are okay to watch once in a while.
TV is the biggest time-waster in the history of mankind.

At 2/22/08 10:26 PM, BenjaminBigelow wrote: It is impossible to go to the center of the sun with no protection, naked, with nothing except a piece of toffee, no oxygen tank, no food, etc. and survive.

for 3 years

It is possible, not probable.

It happened today with the word "probable." It's like your saying "Pro-bable!"

If any of you are fans of Douglas Adams, I'm sure you know that he liked to toy around with this theory "Impossibility." What I got from reading some of his books was: Anything is possible, but not probable. Which means, my head could explode this very second, but the probability of that happening is very, very low.

I hope I didn't deviate from the subject too much :D

Yeah, I'd like a sig, including my username, maybe some tentacles, and the color purple.
Make it look really snazzy and sharp.
Thanks!

At 2/18/08 10:38 AM, dELtaluca wrote: because there is no motivation to do the work, no matter how well you work, or how hard your job is you get the same as everyone else - whats the point?

Exactly. Although communism may look good on paper and all that, you've got to look at the human side of it. I'll bet you that people are generally less happy and productive in a communistic society.

At 2/17/08 08:27 PM, squidly wrote: Then BAM someone with almost the same username posts.

It's happenning to me right now. Are you creeped out cuz I know I am.

*Shudder*

Well, there is a theory that states when everyone in the universe knows exactly what the universe is for then an even more inexplicable thing appears in it's place.
There is also another theory that states that this has already taken place...

On to the subject. I've had a very vague idea for some time, that goes along the lines of "If there was no one in the universe to fabricate it in their minds would it exist?"
Very similar to "If there's a tree in the woods and it falls, but no ones around to hear it, would it make a sound?"
My answer to both of these is no.

It's impossible to stop school shootings.
That's why you are extremely nice to people that may be possible
school-shooters, so that if they strike they'll go
"Hey this person was nice to me. Maybe I won't kill him."
Or, maybe if everyone was nice to everyone else, that might work.
Oh wait you're getting into that impossibility factor again, dang, I guess we're all doomed now.

-Styx
-Red Hot Chili Peppers
-Panic at the Disco
-Modest Mouse
-Incubus
-The Fray
-Foriegner
-Eagles
-Bon Jovi
-The Beach Boys
-The B-52's
-America
In that order.

You guys and your sun exploding theory. lol.
I haven't seen one post on here that says anything about our fossil fuels running out.
So, just take a minute and think about it, about what happens when our gas supplies run out and we don't have an alternitive fuel source.
I'm not saying this would kill the human race off, it's just that we'd have to take a couple steps back.