Case of the Hiroshima HotelCase of the Hiroshima Hotel9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I knocked on the fifth floor hotel door and it flew open almost instantly, sending me a step back into the hallway to avoid running into the shoulder of the young man sticking his head out, and his two companions pushing out the door behind him. All three started talking at once. I hadn't initially believed them when they had called me on the phone, but the emotions and excitement spilling from their mouths were genuine. Maybe they weren't pulling the my leg. The three males sputtering and tripping over each other's words were appropriately nicknamed Waldo (since we had two Andrews on the trip, and Andrew Wald was used to the nickname Waldo), Mikio (which means "tree trunk man" in Japanese, which was how Mikio was built), and Jesus (who looked like the common image of Jesus -- long brown hair, beard, and skinny beyond belief). Jesus had opened the door and was giving the most animated story. I held up my hands to stop them from all speaking over the others, and asked what h
I Loathe the UndeadI Loathe the Undead9 years ago in Humor More Like This
I loathe the undead.
They're always whining about "brains" and "guarrrgh" all the time and they're clawing at you with their nasty clammy maggoty-infested hands and biting your wife with their rotten yellow teeth and trudging along in a big stupid horde, losing their limbs all over the place and blocking traffic like they owned the world. Would you believe there was a zombie stampede on the I-41 this morning? Yeah, they held up traffic for like an hour. It was a huge stampede. They made me late to work and I think they almost cost me my job. Never mind that the boss has been later for less important reasons than a zombie stampede.
Some day I'm going to stick him in a room with a zombie in it and see how he likes it.
Anyway. I would have been later to work this morning ('cause I think that stampede's still going on, I mean they just said on the news half an hour ago that the last body count was like sixty, and that's way too many for just an hour-long stampede) if I hadn't gone and inst
Biology of the Staple RemoverBiology of the Staple Remover8 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Staple Remover (Connectiva Chompicus), while one of the smaller creatures in the office, still holds the reputation as a much feared predator in the ecosystem.
The most prominent characteristic of the Staple Remover is its four long fangs that give it an almost menacing smile. Non-venomous yet quite sharp, these fangs are capable of latching on to its favorite prey, the Staple, even when it is firmly rooted in its most secure habitat. Its deathgrip secure, the Staple Remover crushes the helpless Staple's defense and drags it out for a viciously rewarding meal. Although more often observed as a solitary animal, a pack of Staple Removers has been known to strip the metal from a conference presentation in less than a minute.
Once a year, the male Staple Remover instinctively returns to the office supply store where it was purchased to engage in a savage mating ritual: the capture and takedown of a Multi-use Color Copier. Many are lost
The GirlStars.The Girl3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every night, she focused on the stars above her head as the monster invaded her room. It's wet tongue and hot breath sickened her almost as much as its touch. She knew what the monster wanted. It was time to let the Stars take her away again, and forget this pain.
Every day in school seemed the same to her. She tried to focus, but the nightly monster attacks just made it so hard to study. In fact, they made her fearful to do anything, really. She just sat in the back of the classroom drawing stars all over her books and papers while the teacher droned on and on.
She had almost resigned herself to the fact she was never going to escape the cycle when she met a purple pony named Twilight Sparkle one Friday after school. This pony was just like her in ever so many ways. She hid from the world, she didn't have friends, and she even liked the stars. The girl and Twilight soon became fast friends, and the girl soon was joining in on everything her new friend Twilight Sparkle experienc
Dinosaur FactoriesThere used to be smelly old dinosaur factories,Dinosaur Factories7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Offensive to all of our senses olfactory;
The public complained they were dissatisfactory
In the rate of production of things pteridactory.
Those factories were, as I've heard, quite eyesores,
And each day they sent out big earsplitting roars
The government issued a ban, furthermore,
And that was the end of the great Dinosaur.
Tin and GoldOutside the forge he labours dailyTin and Gold4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the heat of sixteen-hundred degree smiles
Stoked by one breath from his wife's lips
until his own existence burns him.
In the warm dark he lives
In the forge his shaky hands are sure, working
from hunched lumps into things of use
Day after day he tries to pound his soft heart hard
But it will not take an edge, not even that of gold
To conduct a line of his should-have-been father's making
It is no rich useless gold, but tin
Of which ten thousand things are made for a purpose which is in the end
To be discarded.
a little help from my friendsliarsa little help from my friends5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
though we were
never really seperate
i had a
dream we were
drowning outside your
lost in goodnights and goodbyes
there are lies
between our lines
can we really call this home
waves and crowds still
i'm not too fond
yet i'm still
i haven't finished writing
my dead letters
Love Song of the Traitori have no gift of wordsLove Song of the Traitor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wings i was given in their stead
to write my love across your skies
and with coal-dark quills inscribe it
on your palms
Communist QuotesThe Anthology of Communist QuotesCommunist Quotes4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
"Capitalist production, therefore, develops technology, and the combining together of various processes into a social whole, only by sapping the original sources of all wealth - the soil and the laborer." -Karl Marx
" Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks." -Karl Marx
"You show me a capitalist, and I'll show you a bloodsucker." -Malcolm X
"Democracy is the road to socialism." -Karl Marx
"Greek philosophy seems to have met with something with which a good tragedy is not supposed to meet, namely, a dull ending." -Karl Marx
"A revolution is impossible without a revolutionary situation; furthermore, not every revolutionary situation leads to revolution." -Vladimir Lenin
"Capitalists are no more capable of self-sacrifice than a man is capable of lifting himself up by his own bootstraps." -Vladimir Lenin
"Crime is a product of social excess." -Vladimir
FateFate10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
A serenade orangesWhen I was littleA serenade oranges8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there were uses for orange peels.
they capped the bare heads
of an army of pebbles
migrating handfuls by handfuls
from the-- still glossy with wet--
from the creek rolling green.
under my bed they stood guard
and the dust retreated
in sweeping curves
pepper-spray that splashed
and chased the neighbors below,
pigtail cousins and schoolmates
even a scowling grandmother
who scolded my scraped knees
and loved me best.
Clementines made me
a chaser of memories
gave the streetlights number
the miles from home
and growing days
I'd lost count years ago.
But if I had all the answers
it would buy us peace
so we wane as we wait
two moons, a sky, a wave
the last of our orange peel sailboats-
one for each streetlight
that had waved us through.
away away salty free
rise and fall the flickering seas.
Waiting is a new years eve
but snowy like the others
and what's there left to say but-
aren't we all,
runing through trafic withoutuJust plant yourself in my soilruning through trafic withoutu5 years ago in Other More Like This
And wait for it to grow
I'll water you once a day in case
Connecting root to earth so strong but sour acidity we like to play
in fertile depths
I sat my self in soil just yards away from your door
waiting for time to elapse and rain to fall but I cant grow with out
sinking feeling the roots latch into the earth,
without your love im doomed to death with lack of
and yellow leaves.
I'd rather sink so far in bleach you poured
Than wait to wither and dust to fall.
JihadJihad9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
It was once a word unfamiliar to American ears. But in recent years it has become all too familiar. The actions of Muslim militants and terrorists have seared the word into American consciousness.
Yet even with thousands of innocent civilians killed on American soil by Islamic terrorists, the full significance of the Muslim concept of jihad has not been grasped by the American public.
In the days after September 11, 2001, American leaders rushed to portray Islam as a peaceful religion that had been "hijacked" by a fanatical band of terrorists. One hopes that these assurances were merely tactical—that nobody was meant to believe them and that they were meant to assure the Muslim world that the inevitable American reprisals were not directed at their religion as a whole.
If the world Muslim community perceived America as attacking Islam in general then the duty of every Muslim to fight for his religion—the duty of jihad—would have been invoked on a broad scale. The war against ter
a minimalist walked into a barHe died.a minimalist walked into a bar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
TrendyTrendyTrendy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carlos is a friend,
is 34 floors up,
with a balcony and a view.
He has a poster on one wall,
in letters eight inches high.
A sign on the door,
with a picture of a finger,
bisecting androgynous cartoon lips.
Carlos throws parties,
glittering cocktail soirees,
for the artistic set,
he brings home from the gallery.
Carlos is an artist,
He holds court on a corner of the balcony,
discussing his art,
with a flowing dance of signs.
He glares imperiously at random conversations,
and points to the sign on the wall.
"I can't hear myself think."
and returns to his conversation.
rich, well connected and beautiful,
whisper self-consciously to each other,
so as not to disturb the artist,
silently discussing his work.
That DressYou bought me that dressThat Dress7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left dangling from copper wire,
Unworn, but admired
In my closet.
I don't dare to wear it,
Not for your touch imbued in the fabric,
Not for the fact you picked it yourself,
But for it makes me feel beautiful
And it's that which reminds me of you.
CasualtyCasualtyCasualty7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a boy
In a shopping mall,
Blame will be assigned.
Will be made.
Blame will be assigned.
After the sound bite,
Will be repaired.
The next attack
We are dying.
The best of intentionsThe Best of IntentionsThe best of intentions7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By Tim Osborne
The first city to go was San Francisco. 98% mortality in less than an hour. The terror alert was high that day so the government blamed it on the Christian Liberation Front. They had threatened to gas the city back in 2012 when the first of the mass gay weddings were held and it wasn't an idle threat, they've tried at least three dozen times since. To be fair, they did claim responsibility for the destruction almost before the news hit the net. It wasn't the Christian terrorists, it wasn't one of the unreformed Muslim sects, it wasn't even the Mormon separatists trying to claim the pacific northwest for their holy land again. This time it was the most widely held public company in the world, and even they didn't know what was happening.
You never think of TREES anymore. Hell, some kids these days think the natural ones, you know the ones with
Can't Stop Thinking Of YouCan't Stop Thinking Of You10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shy away from the light
Crying out into the night
I don't know what to do
Can't stop thinking of you
Your always on my mind
These feeilings I can't define
I don't know what to do
Can't stop thinking of you
Tender nights I lie wakeing
My poor heart is acheing
And no matter what I do
Can't stop thinking of you
My body is sore
All I ask is No More
But know matter what I do
Can't stop thinking of you
Don't stop me now
While I'm thinking of you
Don't tear me out
I'm thinking of you
Can't escape this dream
Its all about you
But your all that I see
When I'm thinking of you
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Anti-Twilight ArticleThe Twilight series, written by Stephenie Meyer, has become a smash hit all over the world, selling 25 million copies worldwide and 20 million in the United States alone. Twilight, the first book in the series, has been named a New York Times bestseller and Publisher's Weekly Best Book of the Year. Quite a shame, considering the substandard quality of these novels. In asking fans what precisely they loved about these books for the purpose of trying to discover exactly how such novels have become fabulously popular, it seems to boil down to three reasons: One, Twilight is entertaining simply for a fun read, with a rather unique plot line. Two, the fluffy love story appeals to the inner romantic in many, many girls and women. Three, Edward Cullen.Anti-Twilight Article5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Twilight in a nutshell: Isabella(Bella) Swan moves to Forks, Washington and meets the Cullens, the impossibly beautiful vegetarian(meaning they only suck the blood of animals) vampire family. Edward Cullen, the only single vampire out of the lo
Diray Of An Angel +tearjerker+Gee whizz!Diray Of An Angel +tearjerker+8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hey look, hey look,
They're eating Shizz!
"No look at me, no look at me! Can't you see why I feel o so Crap-ee?"
I toss and turn, inside my bed,
Why can't I get these images out of my head?
It's torture, man, it really is
I desperately need soda fizz!
Wake me up, I hate this dream, Feed me caffine,
Sew the Seam
In the Broken Beam
Of life love and hatrid high
Free our souls and wash them please,
God forgive us we meant not to tease
I wake, its over now,
The dream deceaced
I'm Scared for life, my brain has creaced
My God, I'm bent, my brain my life
My time, arrived
Please no! I've learned to love this world!
I'll give anything just to stay alive!
Just to tell them that I've said goodbye,
That I aploagize for every lie
I love them all, no doubts there
I'll miss them! Come on! Please, not now!
It's a different world, Heaven is.
It's cloudy, sunny, and pealy white all over,
I'm lonely, now, so I look around.
But wait. What's that I see?
Young sir Davi