People are falling out like fucking flies lately. The major downfall I have learned so far, about getting older…is watching your friends and family fuck up their lives. And there’s nothing you can do. Even knowing, it should be me. My friend in Arkansas has known me since I was 16. She has never purposely caused another human harm…I Find that fucking amazing. She’s dying right now from an Oxycottin addiction leaving 3 kids behind. 2 years ago I said goodbye to an even longer time dear friend, whose drinking had simply become something I could no longer endure. Again, she was so smart and beautiful and I can think of a million other fuckers that should go down that road instead.

If you give me answers, I will only have more questions. Karma, time-travel, and aimless words twisting round this paper in a hopes it will leave and fly away. But it won’t. And if was gonna off myself, I would’ve done it years ago. I’m no angel. I know I’m a bitch. I know I have issues, but I try as hard as I am able.

But who tosses the coin that decides my mother will die of a disease when she’s only ever begun how to feel happy? And my best friend is doing heroin again and leaving her 4 year old with her drunk mother and then going around town spreading VD. And I’ve done the lowest of lows, had a million obstacles.

I don’t feel bad for the way I am. I like myself. I don’t apologize for the way I am, it can’t be changed. But I sometimes wonder why so many good people suffer so much. And I get more and more bitter. And I hate money, and I hate their ideals, and I hate hate hate you, for making us to kill us off one by one. A mad scientist with a crucifix like you fucking “represent”. I’ll never let myself meet the crazy one I love, because I have no where else to fall to. I know it, deep down. I have to keep myself safe. Meth addicts across the street whose teenage girls have made complaints about being molested by mommy’s friends. My downstairs neighbor runs out of Coke and NOBODY sleeps for a week.

Yeah, I suppose day by day its just writing fodder, shit to learn from, and opportunities to be involved. But at the end of the fucking decade, you wonder if maybe you’re the fool. And you’re friends you’ve left behind…are living fast and leaving a pretty corpse, made the right decision. It’s to late to go back.

Life is funny like that. Failing livers and white trash neighbors and family, can make you forget what your place is in it all. And again, I’ll never apologize for how horrible I am. But I’ll tell you what, if one of my dumb ass friends I’ve had to close the door on needs an organ….I’ll be a donor.

Extra Points for a Science Fiction ref.

 

The bitch has already bought

The winning golden ticket

Because,

Nothing can really be changed

In the next four years

So let’s blame a woman

Viva la patriarchy

 

Big year of change

For the bull

But absolutely no regrets

 

I don’t even have to stop  

And wipe off your ashes

I got shit to do

 

I’ll seduce the world

One being at a time

By showing them

My magic tattoo

Then,

They will never be free of the stain

Of my ink

 

Yeah, I hear you whining,

But I don’t have the time

To walk across the room

And give you a bottle

 

I’ve seen good acts by the evilest of men

And I’ve personally witnessed

Evil things done

By good women

 

It is in all of us.

 

If you lose your place

During the election year

This is all you need to know:

DON’T PANIC,

Make sure your hair looks sassy,

And most importantly

Know that YES YOU

Even you

Have a price stamped on your head

 

So, work on your poker face

Or drop out of the race

Because I’m just getting started

 

I can see you’re already sweating…

I know where my towel is,

Do You?

A Simulation Study of the Psychology of Imprisonment Conducted at Stanford University Welcome to the Stanford Prison Experiment web site, which features an extensive slide show and information about this classic psychology experiment, including parallels with the abuse of prisoners at Abu Ghraib. What happens when you put good people in an evil place? Does humanity win over evil, or does evil triumph? These are some of the questions we posed in this dramatic simulation of prison life conducted in the summer of 1971 at Stanford University.How we went about testing these questions and what we found may astound you. Our planned two-week investigation into the psychology of prison life had to be ended prematurely after only six days because of what the situation was doing to the college students who participated. In only a few days, our guards became sadistic and our prisoners became depressed and showed signs of extreme stress. Please join me on a slide tour describing this experiment and uncovering what it tells us about the nature of human nature. –Philip G. Zimbardo

My neighbors complain

That my music is too loud

When I cry.

 

Why does suffering

Have to be so quiet?

 

 

 

 

 

Iraqi police detain street people

Officials said the measures were to protect people living on the streets

Iraqi security forces have been ordered to detain beggars and mentally ill people found on Baghdad’s streets who could be exploited by militants. The Iraqi interior ministry confirmed the order went into effect on Tuesday and that a handful of such people had been picked up from the streets so far.

Those detained will be sent to mental institutions or back to their families.

The policy follows allegations that two recent suicide bombings were carried out by mentally ill women.

The simultaneous attacks on two Baghdad animal markets on 1 February killed at least 98 people, the deadliest blasts for months in the capital.

Last week, Iraqi forces detained an administrator at the Rashad psychiatric hospital in city in connection with the bombings.

The US military said the man was suspected of supplying information about patients to al-Qaeda in Iraq and exploiting the mentally impaired.

`Psychiatric issues’

On Wednesday, Iraqi interior ministry spokesman Maj-Gen Abdul Karim Khalaf confirmed police had been ordered to begin detaining people living on the streets as they might be vulnerable to exploitation by militant groups.

These groups are either luring those who desperate for money to help them in their attacks or making use of their poor mental condition to use them as suicide bombers Maj-Gen Abdul Karim Khalaf Iraqi Interior Ministry

“Militant groups, like al-Qaeda in Iraq, have started exploiting these people in a very bad manner to kill innocents as they do not raise suspicions,” he told the Associated Press.

“These groups are either luring those who are desperate for money to help them in their attacks or making use of their poor mental condition to use them as suicide bombers,” he added.

Mentally ill and disabled people picked up by the police will be sent to mental institutions, while the authorities will try to locate the families of beggars or street children and make them responsible for keeping them off the streets.

The actions are being taken under laws prevailing at the time of the former Iraqi President, Saddam Hussein.

The market bombings were the deadliest for months in Baghdad

A spokesman for the US military, Admiral Gregory Smith, later confirmed it was aware of the interior ministry’s efforts “to try and protect homeless and mentally impaired citizens from becoming the unwitting victims of al-Qaeda in Iraq”.

Adm Smith said the two women who had carried out the twin suicide bombings in Baghdad earlier this month had undergone psychiatric treatment for depression and schizophrenia, but stressed there was no indication they had Down’s syndrome.

“The two that were involved in the pet market bombings most certainly had a history of psychiatric treatment,” he told reporters in Baghdad.

“We are completely informed of their case files. We know precisely who the women are. We do have certain proof that these women had been treated extensively for psychiatric issues.”

The use of the women in the suicide bombings prompted the US Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice, to describe al-Qaeda in Iraq “the most brutal and bankrupt of movements”.

Anybody want to come and pack the rest of my stuff while i do nothing?  Almost done, Looking forward to the trip.  I’m gonna stop and see a lot of my friends on the way.  I should leave here Monday morning.  I’ll update and post some poetry but right now I’ve got lots of shit to do to get ready for the move!

Ok so, in the beginning I was skeptical because the lead actor looks like somebody from Dawson’s Creek. And, he always looks like he’s gonna cry…he always whispers really serious shit when everyone else is talking normal. I mean, that’s just un natural. Anyway, First off Let me say the effects were fucking brilliant. I was NOT surprised when I found out Sam Raimi had something to do with it. They DID play the shock value card and push the envelope over and over. So here’s basically the lowdown. Visually it was great, the premise was great, parts of the scripts were OK, none of it was brilliant. And there were many times during the film when I said to the screen “Stop gaying up the fucking movie already and kill someone” however, the visuals held my attention the whole way thru. It’s worth seeing. I can’t figure out if the dudes are speaking english backwards. Or, maybe they did a Lynch like thing and recorded it backwards and played it regular. I’d be curious if anyone knows. I love zombies, and aside from the sub love gay ass plots, this movie rocked!

I said Goddamn

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Passing the time Whilst not dead…

 

 

Sometimes I get the sneaking suspicion

That my words are sometimes afflicted

With a napoleon complex

 

It seems to come and go

But there’s this voice in my head

And if my words could,

They’d stand on their tippy toes

And shout

 

THEY’D BE BOLD

Bloody

And

Fucking serious

 

Not inspired by much

In my last days

In this one horse town

 

Sometimes I even

Play chess

Online

 

But I have something to say

But it’s much bigger than this page

Or any page for that matter

 

But I haven’t figured out

Exactly what it is yet

 

I only know I’m not done

Which goes against

Me wanting to give up

 

I’ve always been my own worst enemy

 

The words are larger than they appear,

 

And there’s this voice in my head

That whispers

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