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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
In the eyes of the Sun,
Amidst the grey clouds,
May he see the Moon that shines,
Heaven, oh divine,
Under the cascade of stars,
Night of our past,
Great beauty of the sky,
Right, as we may deny,
Youth is never a smile.
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 10:27 AM UTC
Count the stars,
As they cascade down the sky,
A river of milk- so bright,
Yet so dark.
At a time past the sun,
Evil's raid begins,
Under the veil of the night sky,
The faults lay unseen.
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 10:27 AM UTC
My grandpa
Words he gave
To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
“When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
“So find, my son, find someone”
“Who speaks your language “
“So you don’t have to translate your soul”
Hmmm.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
Ladies and gentleman!
Welcome aboard Life Air flight 493.
We are sorry for the delay - of 9 months - in our departure,
but believe me,
it's better in here
than in the outside.
Ladies and gentleman!
There is no safety instruction card in the pocket of the seat in front of you.
There are no guidelines, no rules, no help.
Life is chaos and it is cosmos;
Not black and white, but a blurry grayscale
No x and y axis values you can plot and predict
Just a weird steering wheel
and a lot of dubious buttons.
(it’s not as easy as it seems in action movies!)
For life does not come with a manual.
Ladies and gentleman!
In case of emergency, oxygen masks will drop down in front of you.
If you are traveling with someone, please attend yourself first.
Sometimes, you'll find people who you think are
more worth saving than you are
but breathe.
let the air fill your lungs, overflow.
until it reaches them.
You can't help others when you're drowning.
You can't lean on others when they're also on the water.
You can't love others when you don't love yourself.
Because when you take your last breath
you'll remember
you never got your own life jacket.
Ladies and gentleman!
Keep the shades on your windows lifted at all times.
Even though you are scared of what's outside,
pull up your shades.
Look at the funny-shaped clouds
and the passing cities below you,
Take close attention to all the tiny cars and tiny people
and the dollhouse sized problems.
because we will not be turning back.
Open your windows.
You will see tragedy and hurt and war.
Broken hearts that may or may not belong to you,
broken souls that you can not always cradle in your arms.
Oceans of blood, bright scarlet
contrasting against the otherwise beautiful seashores.
Ladies and gentlemen:
We will be taking off shortly. Please make sure that your seat belt is securely fastened. Thank you.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
i'm from a small, yellow bedroom
yellow flowers, yellow layette
and yellow jaundiced skin
i'm from the taste of the tea mother makes me when i'm sick
and from the sound of her singing
about how she looked and looked for the light
like the roots and the leaves floating in the boiling water
her voice a soothing sound
like bubbles in simmering tea
i'm from words written on a page-
the feeling of an old book and the smell of a new one
and i'm from hiding beneath the covers
falling in love with black letters printed on white paper
i'm from lots of illustrations and then none at all
when my mind became colorful enough to fill all the pages
i'm from "the game is afoot"
and "after all this time?"
i'm from all over the world
pieces of my heart, a jigsaw puzzle
like my family scattered all over the globe
i'm from canada, from the US, from france from lebanon from italy
i'm from a country nobody wants
but a country that desperately wants us back
i'm from messy hair, oversized sweaters
half-finished sketchbooks filled with promises
and ******* poetry lines
i'm from the echo of my own voice
against the splatter of the shower
i'm from reading in the flashes of street lamp lights
i'm from pursuing science and desiring art
drawing on the airplane's foggy windows
and wondering how it flies
with a clear head and with clouded eyes.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
You can get in a mood where you’re so sad that you think you’ll never be happy again
Or be so happy you think you’ll never be sad again.
Sometimes you will feel very insecure and think little of yourself
Sometimes things will happen, and you will blame yourself
You will believe that you’ll never go anywhere in life
Compare yourself to others too much and wish you were more alike
And I know that these are not the only things that will challenge you through life,
So please dear friend listen well, I have some things that you should know.
Your parents are not always right about you
You are defined by you and your choices
Don’t compare yourself to anyone else, they are different than you.
Different doesn’t mean bad, Autumn colour trees are nice, but so are flowery fields.
It’s okay to ask for help, it doesn’t make you weak in any way.
You will go places. You have a chance at a great future. Stay alive and see what it is
Other people will make choices that will hurt you. But it doesn’t mean it’s your fault.
You are amazing. You’re a good person
You can do that thing you’re scared of.
You won’t fail like you think you will
No one is judging you as much as you think
Your friends don’t hate you
Your music is cool
You clothes are nice
Your smile is pretty
Life will make sense
Good people exist
High school isn’t that scary
You will love yourself
You will feel loved
You will be lost
You feel feel sad again
You will feel happy again
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC
Why is this still happening?
So silently, yet still reported;
At great lengths they will go
- to make sure its reported.
Although the Government are in denial,
We are grateful for those who report
The ongoing slaughter of innocent people
Men, women, and children are caught.
Journalists themselves are risking their lives
To tell the world whats happening;
There can be no more dangerous a place
From which to report the sickening.
So where is the world?
The situation is dire -
And unless action is taken
...its going to catch fire.
People are still leaving,
For Tanzania,
A country now turning them back
Back home to face their fears.
But where are the World?
What is holding you back?
How can you just sit there
And ignore these attacks?
For I for one cannot,
And I have no power to act,
All I can do, is spread the word
And hope someone...will act.
Yes there was a time,
When a hundred thousand were killed each day,
That is hard to comprehend,
Not just for me - but for locals who got away.
It may not be happening quite on that scale,
But the fact that it is still happening,
Surely is warning enough.....
And the Government is in denial...
I am worried for Burundi,
But why is no one else?
How can you just sit there
- are you leaving it for someone else?
The attacks are still happening,
Day after day after day,
Bodies are still being found....
Before being rushed into the ground.
Such brutality is hard to stomach,
And I have the stomach for much,
But when I encountered the plight of Burundi,
That was just too much.
I dont know if I will finish this poem,
Because the images I now have are horrific,
So what must it be like....
For those having to live there with it?
Imagine the fear,
The total despair,
And the feeling of more
- that the world doesnt care.
It can be no wonder
That this little country
Is the unhappiest on Earth,
It is so clear to see.
Or for those who choose maybe
To see what others refuse,
Or ignore, or belittle,
Cover up- whatever word you use.
Each day there are reports,
Women and children found dead,
Their throats have been cut,
Bodies lay with no heads
They are ***** they are tortured,
For hours, days, or months,
There are forced disappearances,
- those run into the hundreds.
A machete is no longer an agricultural tool,
It has become a symbol of terror,
It is used to slice, tear, stab, torture;
It is a symbol of ******
What must go through these peoples minds,
When they see someone with a machete,
What was once a necessary tool,
Now been used to butcher so many.
The genocide may be over,
And few even know it took in Burundi,
But the torture, the butchering continues
It continues horrifically.
I am a strong person,
I have read about, seen, and stomached a lot,
But there is nothing that even comes close
To how this puts my stomach in a knot.
The info is there if you seek it,
And please do - its risky to report;
I wonder how much more blood must be spilt
Until someone decides those responsible must be caught
The images they are many many,
The videos they are there too:
But why is it just me seeing this?
Where are the rest of you?
The day I saw the video,
I will never forget,
After what I had suffered myself,
Again I will never forget.
I do not regret what I saw,
For I believe it to be necessary,
Necessary for people to see,
But - those in Government - not me.
Now I have to be careful,
Because of what I saw,
That video put me in hospital -
It triggered something in my core.
It is spread through desperation,
To get a message to the world,
But I was one of only 3 to have seen that,
Maybe rightly so, but also absurd.
Pictures are horrific enough,
Sometimes missing parts are "shaded",
But then comes along another
The shadings not there, its a person beheaded.
But it it not the effect on myself,
Which pains me so much,
It is the fact that this is still happening,
And the world is so out of touch.
I now have to be careful,
But I will not stop,
I wont stop spreading the word,
Until this killing in Burundi stops.
The graphics are hard to put to words,
The testimonies harder still,
But I have tried to help you see,
Without making myself more ill.
The Imbonerakure,
The youth wing of the CNFDD,
Even seeing that word now..
Makes the panic rise within me
For they and the security are responsible,
For the majority of the brutal killings,
The **** the torture, the unthinkable,
People are not even safe when leaving.
They come out at night,
The raid peoples homes,
**** entire families,
While others watch on.
They harass in the streets,
The harass at the borders,
They are everywhere,
Butchering as they are given orders.
The President thinks he was put there by God,
This is nothing shocking I know,
For for Burundi it means a lot,
It means he may stay for ever, death will be all they know.
There are memorials built,
To the many genocides to take place,
Each containing thousands of skulls,
Cracked where the machete went through the face.
Thousands and thousand of skulls lined up,
Of course there are no bodies -
From "Ear to Ear" was how the saying went,
As each head was cut from its body.
It has become so common to find someones head,
Something that for us here would cause fear in itself,
That now in Burundi there are proverbs and sayings,
School children quote wise words from these heads themselves.
Headless bodies float along the river,
Headless bodies dumped in bags with the *******
A machete taken to the throat and then to the torso,
Ripping flesh, drawing blood, organs pulled out of the body for show.
For this is a living nightmare,
Blood flowing down roads and rivers,
Finding a hand, a head, a liver...
Would make many strong people shiver.
People are literally hacked to death,
Occasionally they are shot,
If I ever found myself in that position
I would outright beg to be shot.
The person I saw die in the video,
Took way more than 10 minutes for sure,
As hit throat was cut, he was stabbed, his skin ripped,
His blood spurted violently across the floor
I refuse to go into more detail than that,
For thats the one that triggered me,
I will never watch it again,
But I do want those in power to see.
Will someone please help Burundi?
I feel I have not done it justice with this poem,
The machete, the blood, the horror...
Please help... we all know who is to blame.
We all know....
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC