We are currently in my country about to see a book burned because two kids got murdered, their dad was charged and acquitted. Mum got interviewed by a Journalist who wrote a book about what she told him.
Ban the book! Must be evil right? thousands of likes for a racist facebook page. fucking morons strike one.
In the forties or fifties Cannabis was banned, so then last decade sometime we started importing “synthetic cannabis” and it was getting sold until this week in dairies to, well pretty much anyone. What you may ask is synthetic weed? near as I can make out each batch is different, some have antidepressants, some have “unknown” psychoactive substances. All have some form of synthetic THC called JWH or other random letters and numbers. these chemicals are sprayed onto plants of unknown origin. None of this is listed I just researched it. To ban these before testing would violate free trade.
Some school kids have been smoking it, one dude was on it had to go hospital with abdo pain. Cannabis, a plant is illegal, this crap, imported is legal. Fucking morons strike two.
Cradle of filth produced a Tee shirt with Jesus is a cunt on it, some got sold, they were seen, tee shirt banned. A twelve year girl can wear a tee shirt saying Slut, legal, I can get a tee shirt saying Fuck me Jesus, legal. Neo nazis can wear any manner of symbols and racist slogans freedom of speech? Sorry only for angry white misogynists. Fucking morons strike three, you’re out of brain cells. 22 months ago
Electricity travels my skin;
Pace forth and back and there again.
Sweat taunts the shiver soon to come;
Flip the light again from off to on.
Pray to god asking for mercy;
Frustration builds, “Stop it you pussy.”
Body aches prolong their visit;
Vomit and shit with no pot to piss in.
Minutes tick by like dessert hours;
I ponder the cure over which I have no power.
Physical ills pair with my mind;
Amnesia leaves hope nowhere to find.
I am in hell,
My hands tremor and my body quivers;
I am Prometheus,
But fuck the birds, I’ll eat my own liver. 2 years ago
I am a different person than I knew ten years prior,
To even claim I know this new man surely makes me a liar.
I wake up each morning and find a stranger in the mirror,
I see a new person, one totally unfamiliar.
The change is etched much sharper than the delicate erosion of aging,
One hundred pounds heavier, half the hair, most of which is graying.
Still the physical changes are small,
Weighed against those within my psyche.
I’m short on words, wit, and wisdom –
all that once defined me.
Happiness and success are victims of relativity,
I’ll never know their joy, wearing a mask of new me.
I’d die a thousand deaths,
to wake up the man I knew.
I’d die a thousand more,
to live as him one day through.
If I can’t be my own,
Would I feel better dead? 2 years ago
But she just wanted me to read hers, I have this, they don’t know if they want to talk to me they can come here, not facebook. Plus like, five days a week at class much people? Why should I write shit on the net when I can rant to your face about it? I no longer drink cos this site, a blog wouldn’t achieve that, I don’t want to be dead anymore cos of this site. Some one will read this and know they helped me, stay alive and sober and start a new course that may get me a halfway decent career, if you think it’s you you’re probably right Cheers. 2 years ago
Being someone who has recieved councelling and had depression for a number of years and has both a brother and boyfriend who suffer from severe Mental Health problems it really fucks me off how this one boy in my class thinks glorifying the fact he “has” schitzophrenia and manic depression and all that shit makes him the most different and coolest person in the world.
It’s obvious he’s taking the piss because he’s a major arsehole who doesn’t understand how people with these problems feel. If he had all these things he wouldn’t be in main stream classes, he would be in LS or not even in a public school!
I’ve told him numerous times he has no fucking idea how people with mental health problems feel and the fact he so openly discusses all this shit that he’s pulling out his arse just riles me up and makes me want to punch him in the face.
The only problem he has is that he’s a compulsive liar and isn’t even properly educated about what he claims to have. I mean I know plenty about Mental Health to know he’s bullshitting and it makes me SO angry to hear him just crying wolf at every fucking opportunity.
He also claims his mum and dad don’t even know he has these things. FUCK OFF! you’ve barely turned sixteen and I’m sure as fuck they know, you stupid prick!3 years ago
Put your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand repeat after me. Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God.
After saying that I have to ask what would happen if I didn’t believe in God. Will I still be telling the truth I mean I could’ve told the truth in court but since I cant really swear to something I dont believe in will everything I say magically become a lie. Really what happens if the leader of atheism goes to court what will he put his hands on you can’t give an atheist a bible some freaky shit might happen and plus who will he ask for help. And fuck why are we asking God for help i mean if the dude wanted to help me he could’ve helped my ass into not going to court that will save me the fucking hassle of even being in this predicament and saving my mind from pondering about this shit. 3 years ago
Another news year’s eve sober, didn’t fight anyone, didn’t get laid either. Seems it’s all about lows and highs, when you’re using the piss takes you down that dark path in your head you wish wasn’t there and the uppers keep you going, somewhere, some one, fight, fuck or flee leave no soul unturned till you crash. Meanwhile you’re whole world is lows and highs, till you’re getting fucked up on shit trying to balance it all out.
Being sober is boring, to disinterested to actually talk to new people, to sacred of town cos it’s all bars and drunks, to sacred to see the old crew in case some one produces a joint. Hello backsliding not today I’ll just stay home and watch the world on TV.
one day at a time. 3 years ago
I am acutely aware of my depression. Depressed people, be it lead singers, or television characters, or the real characters in my life strike me as admirable and honest. As I strive to become that that I admire, does it mean I am just a phony? The depression is real, deep and cutting, but my embrace makes me ashamed of its integrity. I certainly can’t separate the real frustration from that which I desire; it isn’t a cute game. Perhaps there are more like me, and maybe most of my melancholy brethren are exactly that, unadmittedly. Maybe that is the only choice in a postmodern world with postmodern words. A world where an interview is no longer a forum to discuss one’s merits, but to showcase one’s interviewing skills; where content and the present are hammered down by format and awareness. Perhaps it is in many ways a choice, insofar as nothing is really a choice, but dresses like one just the same. The welcome of death is as real as the dependence on drugs. Do the shrinks and uppity pricks even stop to consider that maybe we are actually better with the pills? Not just feeling better, but really better. Better writers, better singers, better husbands, better communicators. What then? Live at your peak with a gorilla on your back or live in a valley with a smile veiled over the disgust, discussing the weather? I hate people that bitch. I hate people that don’t. And If you hate what I’ve written, you probably were kissed a lot as a child. I’m glad. And I hope your happiness feels as genuine to me as my sadness.. I am down and worse yet, don’t have an artistic stroke at all, rendering it useless. What a kick in the dick. I am sickened with doubt as I reread this page, and this sentence. Stuffy as hell and begging for approval. I am indeed the biggest phony and crybaby I know. I just hope its sincere. 3 years ago
So I’m having this big Halloween party this year and loads of folk from school are coming. What really fucks me off about this is the idea of people who bitch and moan about me and tell everyone they hate me expecting to buy a ticket from me with not a problem. When I refuse to sell them a ticket they go and take a wee hissy fit.
Now why would anyone in their right mind want to attend something the person they loath is attending? It makes no sense.
It’s fucking stupid and gets me so ragin’!3 years ago
After reading this this I hope John Key grows some balls and tells Obama to get some one else for his war. If we don’t America won’t be our ally anymore.
I fail to see a downside. We signed on to international warcrimes court, so pretty much we’re fucked if amnesty international ever gets round to bringing a case against the invasion of either Iraq or Afghanistan. Plus given how the war in Iraq’s going and the Afghans natural tenacity to fight I think this war’s going make Vietnam look like a fairy tale.
The reason Obama needs us more than ever now is cos he’s stopped paying christian Crusaders and Sunni guerrillas to fight Al Queda for them.
The threats if we don’t send the SAS back in is that they may not protect us if we get attacked, like we were protected in
eightyfive or they won’t come help when we get caught in a natural disaster, after seeing what their government does for it’s own citizens in New Orleans I don’t really think that’s much of a threat either. The only real threat left is economic, same as the french used in ’85, and George Jnr used to get us to go into Iraq.
As yet the free trade every president since George senior promised us has yet to materialise, of course we don’t charge tariffs on their stuff coming here just the other way around. Guess that whole no nukes thing sticks in the craw a bit aye?
Until we can be sure that we won’t be party to the commission of war crimes, hiding nukes for them and restarting some other insane war that had ended five hundred years ago why would we want to be their allies, it’s not like the let us have any cheap oil. 3 years ago