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"Innocent People can also know Hell Free Palesine"
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UPDATE: I tried to bring both sides of how God is portrayed in the media and such: as a savior, or destroyer. The savior being in the first stanza, and destroyer in the second stanza. The point of view is from the man feeling as though life isn't fair, and blames God for it. In this way, it is slanted, but I tried to portray both sides. I realize the ending could be seen as one-sided, but I was trying to use the term "God works in mysterious ways," as a justification, or supporter of God's work, and the italics line as a bitterness, and disbelief in God. I hope this makes sense typed out like this. THANK YOU ALL WHO SUGGESTED TITLES. STILL WORKING ON PICKING THE RIGHT ONE!
EMILY: My mom found out you're a lesbian. She forbid me from going to San Fran for college with you. I chewed her ass. I can go again now. She got all high and mighty and lectured me about how she'll "not have me become a lesbian" and blah blah blah. I hate this place so much, Bridget. Don't worry, I defended you with my life. I'm proud to call you my friend. She can't take that from me.
BRIDGET: Emily, that means more to me than you will ever know. What irks me is that some of my friend's parents feel that because I like girls, it means that I'm some kind of creep out to turn all her female friends, which isn't true in the slightest. The same thinking could be used in reverse; A lot of my friends are straight, both males and females. That doesn't mean that me spending time with them is going to make me heterosexual. Thank you so much. I really hope I get to see you soon... I love and miss you so much, Thank you for defending me.
EMILY: It's what I had to do. You're one of my best friends despite state lines. She crossed a line when she said what she did. I love and miss you too. If you can make it out to Idaho this May then I will be ecstatic.
BRIDGET: As are you, dearest. ♥ What exactly did she say...?
EMILY: She started on how "it's a sin" and shit, then went into this dramatic fit about how she's expected to let me go off and live in a "hotbed of sin without batting an eye!" Then she turned it into "Well, what if you become a lesbian?!" because she's so sure that it's a choice and how she was "shocked because you seemed like such a nice girl..." Ugh. It infuriates me.
BRIDGET: That ticks me off as well. I'd like to tell her this; "Homosexuality is not a sin. I am told constantly that I am a creative, passionate, loving, empathetic young lady, and I strive to be so. I give food to homeless people. I'm a former Girl Scout. I am spiritual, but I don't try to force my beliefs on others. I donate my hair to charity twice a year. I spend my spare time sewing, acting, singing, and looking for charities to volunteer for. I want to adopt a child from Africa someday. And with all that, me being strong and brave enough to admit to the world that I feel attracted to women and not men will not make my life a sin."
BRIDGET: And anyone who knew me when I first came out knows that I went through what I did because I couldn't be happy with myself until I stopped lying to myself and to my family. So I came out, and at first, yeah, I got hell for it. It's been over a year since I first told anyone I liked girls, and my dad is now finally okay with it. I didn't go back in the closet like he wanted me to, and it's been so worth it. I was done trying to hide myself or manipulate myself into thinking I was straight. I know it's a part of me. No amount of people, family or otherwise, that think I'm going to Hell when I die will ever be able to chance a thing about me. I was born like this. I have green eves, white skin, curly hair, and I'm attracted to girls. It's nothing I can change, so I embrace it.
EMILY: I'm adding you to my list of inspirations. Bridget, don't ever lose that attitude. Don't let anyone steal it form you, because it's beautiful. You are incredible.
A slightly abridged version of a conversation held via-text messaging with a good friend of mine, Emily, whom lives back in Idaho. She and I are planning to go to college in SF together after we graduate our high schools. Apparently her mother is a homophobe. This I did not know. Idahoans...
Earth ponies have to rely on a mouth grip or a battle saddle on all weapons, since they have no means in lifting them in any other way.
Mouth grips are mostly designed with the abilties of Earth Ponies in mind. They have no problem with the kick of the gun, since they are physically more powerfull and resistant then other races. They can handle every firearm up to a medium sized shotgun with ease, using a mouth grip.
However, anything larger than that can only be handled with a battle saddle. Though most Earth Ponies could probably handle the kick, there would be a massive problem with balancing and aiming a gun that big.
Battle saddles have the same controls as the mouth grips in the control bit. Although some individual ponies attach some special controls for things like ammo type change to it (for example Calamity).
Most Unicorns don't have to bother about the size or the kick of a gun, as long as their levitation spell is strong enough to handle it.
If their levitation spell is not strong enough however, the are forced to use the same techniques as Earth Ponies. Beeing physically weaker and less resistant reduces their ability, to carry heavier weapons, even further in that case.
Enclave Pegasi mostly use energy weapons with nearly no recoil at all. Therefore, they can handle energy weapons around the same size as Earth Ponies are able in terms of conventional weapons.
If they have to handle convential firearms however, they have the same problems as Unicorns do. They are also restricted in using larger mouth grip weapons in flight for aerodynamic reasons.
Griffons have claws which work like hands, so they are practically able to use all weapons.
Zebras undergo special training in weapon handling and use specially crafted weapons. They use most of their weapons with their hooves. There are no known cases of a Zebra handling a weapon bigger than a minigun or a shoulder operated rocket launcher, that would require a battle saddle.
to the ones that run the clock out on us, the proud strutting and loud muttering crowd, the rowdy and irreverent, the how-could-they detriment to us, to our, to days full of powers abused and wry, calloused, chewed up and spat out and my god if you knew what i mouth when you turn your back and old sharps taunt, the haunts logging hours of glowered armstices and steely distances and if you ever take advantage of my loves may the above stage a coup on your life post-haste, you the major thorns, the dangers sworn, the plague us with swarms of canker sores in our mangers, oh bloody be your favor
Mazu wa hanasou ka Kangae zu reisei ni Tokku ni mukushita Kangaesu gi no messeji Dare ni todoku ka nante Shiranai deii (P.H SAY) Kore kara sengen kaikai no PUREIBOURU
Haaizai ni paipi sabita sharing meimei ni kurutta kaiga no ichi kiiroi daatsu ban ni chuusha no hari to hoomu beesu ni houshi no te
Okomari naraba aitsu wo yobe souden tou ga kakomu guraundo shiro kuro amai na seigi no hiiro hidari te ni wa kinzoku batto
Aku naki jiko tomogen Madamada ousa nai kaitō Sana kara SHINDOROUMU Barabara kousa dankura SHOW Kansoko modokou 524 Kanjou koyou taikutsu to ai taishi Zenbu, zenbu waracchaou ze HERO
noizu dake haite inu razio fura fura ni neon banii gaaru souba wa opium tane hito tsubu Oku no hou ni nomarete iku
"hitotsu tanomu ze, onegai da" kara kara no ringo sashi dashite nan demo nai you na koe guzute saa doko ni mo ikenai na
Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Kemuru jouki kensou no me Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Koko de toujou pinchi hitta Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Are wa kitto panda hiiroo Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Saraba ototoi satsujin rainaa
Daidazoutta sono RAINAA kanjou Kyuukan suru aima (Satsujin rainna) fukai-kan? Yo ika? (A , haki-souda) sorenara zenbu uketomete Zatsuon tome Sakarau mi o kuro ni somete Shiro to kuro ni somete
Kanibarizumu to kotoba dake utau andorido to asonderu Kitto kirawaretenda wa ga hirro Kitto nosomaretends hora hirro Kanibarizumu to kotoba dake utau andorido to asonderu Kitto kirawaretenda wa ga hirro Kitto nosomaretends hora hirro
Hai? Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Nerai kuramu sanyuukan Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Koko de toujou pinchi rannaa Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Tsumari ni-ten nibehaindo Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Umaku ikanai kanjou seigen
Konna kanjou doushiyou ka? (Kanjou seigen) Aa konomama touhikou ja damedeshou yo? (Kanjou seigen) & (Kanshou fuseide) Chotto oshiete kurenai ka? (Hankou seimei) & (Kanjou Seigen) Satto kirikae shikou kairo jougai (Goyou kai?) To toujou (Kanjou seigen---) mamonaku aizu GO sain Kieru kanseiji ni tomaru kaze Tokini ukande chin o dake sayonarageemu made
Baketsu Kabutta neko ga naku Hitori mata hitori kiete iku Ima sara dou shiyou mo nai kono gamu Saa doko ni mo ikenai na
HAI! Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Kanaru baita bougen no me Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Buzza kimo no ko keihou tou Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Are kit to panda hiiro Pa-ppa-ppa-ra-ppa-pa-pa-ra-pa Saraba ototoi satsujin rainaa Kowashie maware buraun kan~~~~~~
Kudaranainara kowasebaii Kurari kuma ware teru youna memai Araburu sekai hitori ja dekinai gamudaga Mata motsu retsutoukan no you ni idou shijou ni soui Doko ni mo ikenai koto de kakushin daita
Saraba ototoi satsujin rainaa
Mazu wa hanasou ka kangae zu reisei ni Tokku ni mukushita kangaesu gi no messeji Dare ni todoku ka nante shiranai deii (P.H SAY) Mamonaku sengen heikai no gamusetto
It's been months since I wanted to break out of my body. Okay, that's a lie. But it's been days. Days since I've felt static scorch underneath my skin, felt colours cutting into my eyes, had to explain that these aren't metaphors. There are so many ways you can get used to living. I wonder if anyone else feels empty when they don't have creatures clawing up through their throat.
I don't know what art is, or what okay is. I like to believe I know it when I feel it, but I'm not so sure I would. I think people expect me to be a lot more insightful than I am right now. I don't think they take into account that boredom is stressful, and stress can shatter you like roots in concrete. Maybe I'm growing. But I don't even know if I'm bored. I feel like a lot of different people, or a lot of aspects of different people, all trying to learn how to stand one another.
It's been days since I wanted to break out of my body. I'm watching the sunrise from the wrong side, but I did sleep. I'm not curling in corners or walking alone at 4 a.m. I'm not thinking of my friends talking about me in past tense. I listen to the murmur of the coffee maker, to the droplets of song from backyard birds. And I am not sure where I stand, but I am standing.