Before the likes of Helen Frankenthaller and Yv
Hello everybody! Bob here, and have I got a deal for you! What if I told you there is a religion which gives you unshakeable confidence in your own righteousness? Now you might say, That sounds too good to be true, but Im here to let you know that it IS true! This religion beats all the others hands down.
Just look at how great this religion is:
- Want to hate those who are labelled by a difference of tradition? Its okay.
- Want to toss logic happily out of the window? Its okay.
- Want to believe youre so special that God pointed YOU to the truth but not others? Its okay.
- Want to threaten adults and little children with the eternal and unquenchable fires of hell? Its okay.
- Want to believe that Socrates and Cicero shall perish while wicked, vicious people like me inherit eternal life? Its okay.
This religion forces others into respecting your right to think in your own terms, but YOU dont have to res
No more shall we, as the saying goes, stand alone! It is time to let our pressers I mean, oppressors know that their rancid regime is about to rind down excuse me, wind down.
For far too long, we cheeses have been treated as second-class foods. Grains and meats garner all the glory, while we languish half-forgotten in the endmost dairy case. It's no surprise that many of us suffer from low self-esteem! And occasionally, heartburn.
Some people will actually go out of their way to avoid us! What have we done to earn such scorn? We are certainly not ashamed of our history and our heritage as curdled milk. Perhaps there is a subtler, more sinister reason?
(By the way, who let in the representative from Limburg? Somebody, please, open a window!)
Well, no more shall we allow them to string us along; we demand our own thick slice on the pantheon of foods! We are
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...
The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.
A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.
Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they were made into, and sleep merely makes them physical unto my subconscious realities...where anything is possible....
Bewitched, all that breathe, breathe to hunt me...paranoia sets in before my vigilance can tell me...I lose track of my location, and the time becomes irrelevant to my struggle and war.
Perhaps blending would serve me? Like a slave for hire
Let's start with the definition of Atheism. An Atheist is (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atheism#Definitions_and_distinctions):
1. Negative Atheism: Someone who doesn't have believe in any kind of god (either he/she has never heard of God, doesn't take a stand regarding the existence of god, or simply believes that God's existence is unlikely, without believing that the statement ''There's at least one god'' must be false). In this case, Atheism is simply LACK of theism. This means that most agnostics are also Atheists, even though they don't like to admit it.
That can not be contained;
Embeds like insect saliva
And cooks in poison our brains.
And when many brains boil as one, fear
of those parasitic fiends. Use what eyes are possessed to witness
why here and now they live and breathe,
sharing the air of our labored lungs.
Strength is the cloak worn by them accompanied by masks
of any required attribute. My only gift in preaching
against them is the acknowledgment of
their endless ability of adaptation.
When boiled down to the reeking sulfuric husks,
those possessed eyes will see the talons clinging
for life to brimstone. Boil them with the fires
they were born in! Reduce them to scale and unholy bone!
Do you not see? Past the smoke of smoldering kingdoms
and legions of fallen souls, where power is obsolete,
dwell fields of growth and harvest,
where the old grows the new, the machine simply never dies.
Have you only two cheeks to turn against your fellow man
before by standing becomes the act of disgraceful cowards?!
Have you not the mind and temple to
combat the wake and pulse of Evil?!
I am not worried, so you follow suit, but it is because these root-showing strands look as inauthentic as my face when I tell you the words “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”
(I do not want to risk you gathering me up to ask me to stop shedding)
Why taking her to a therapist?
Making her hate herself
Making her to shame herself
More and more isolated
Did she become
No support from you at all
Not even a single sign of love
Even after her suicide
You are not able to see
Keep desecrating her memory
By calling her a HE
I wish wherever Leelah is
That her dream will fulfill
Fix Society. Please.
Hello there, sacred queen to whom men once did pray
the kind and merciful divinity who long since gave us form and life
the victim of cruel mortals and a jealous god, who stole your temples and
banished your face from the hearts and minds of the children of heaven