I think it was 5th grade...I told a teacher that if you give me more time to think of an answer, on a test, I will give the right answer. Giving time limits is the way to make a dumber people. Patience and understanding always leads to the best outcomes. Right? It shows in everything. Hostage situation? Go in and get the hostages never works. Not negotiating never works. Period. Never. So, going against truth is the downfall of all things

He said he loves scary ****, so I took out a 7 inch buck knife, made in 1972, and I grabbed his wife by the scruff of her neck. I slowly cut his wife's throat from one ear, to the other. The sounds echoed in the modest home, and her blood sprayed all over his scared face. He died of a heart attack within minutes. At least he died doing something he loves...being scared...sorry he couldn't enjoy it longer

I have to prove this tonight. Mind over matter. Thought is sharper than any knife, and moves faster than any bullet. Thought leaves the body at 10,000 signals per second, if propagated correctly it goes directly to who you send it to. It grabs friends along the way. Friends who want to **** for you. They will hang out around the target and then actually go into others and into the target. They can take over cells, thought, and well being. I am sending them tonight. In a few moments I will release these white stallions to trample and to bite the backs of the dark ones who travail in the shadows. No hiding. I know the routes to send them. There will be a lot of friends. The good spirits that are beaten down and awaiting their bodies to finish the dying process. They are in purgatory. I help them, and they are thankful for me, as I am thankful for them. I hope they are more gentle this time...I truly do.

motherless
this must be just another test
utter less
stuck on the ****** to **** on the other breast
silken milk of the real deal and i feel like an udder mess

motherless

cover this
mist is sick with twisted, i discover less
it's colorless
put with the other gases to suffer and to smother this

motherless

i felt so safe, sleeping by the bear cave
and the honey he brought me kept me warm
the morning dew glistened while he danced for me
while i ate the honey

funny bear
you make my heart melt

last winter seemed like it lasted forever
and the frost froze off my toes
he carried me in some spring water, and cloves
i kissed him on his big old nose

i felt so good, laying there and dying
the comfort he gave me was irreplaceable

then i heard the hounds

he buried me in some cedar and pine needles
i could hear him climbing the big oak tree

the baying of the hounds must have lasted a hundred years
and i was still alive
so was he

then you came
you took out a pellet rifle
you started shooting my friend
you started shooting my friend

the excitement of the hounds grew
the hair on their backs stood on end
so did mine
so did his

why did you shoot my friend with that air rifle?
why did you shoot my friend 23 times?

i was laying there listening when he fell
when the dogs jumped on him, at your command
i listened while your dogs tore my friend to shreds
my friend didn't even make a sound

he was a good bear
such a good bear

he didn't bother anyone, and would have given the hide off his back
but you killed my friend and took his hide off his back

you killed my friend
you killed my friend!

you let your dogs tear him apart

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i can still see you dancing
funny bear

you saved me from freezing last winter
my toes even grew back!

thank you, my friend
your warmth and love has kept me alive
the things you taught me will help me forever

will you please dance with me?

drop out of the sky and onto our lot if you have the ***** for battle
stomping about and trying to lock up with a **** that has a cage to rattle
banty rooster is looking for excuses to spur birds who don't use their noodle
then, who swoops down hawking on the **** like dan is some yankee doodle
eagles have talons for killing mice and snakes but spurs are feared by stallions
this ****'s got lots of hot chickens on this lot and he plots, heard by battalions
you swooped in to peek in my coop prepare to be hog food then hog ****
now, who shows up on a wild stallion, a little rooster ahead of an all chicken troop
i knew i should have shoed this horse this morning, this dumb hawk gets more stomping
that little lot started rocking and got so hopping that the rabbits started romping

day i saw the lady though
made my heart race and away we go
wasted cases going no places play me low
with aimless faith in faces and a radio
we say we stay us then memories stay, we go
we were already fading out the way we know
like an 80's song fades on the radio
a static that lasts and plays till the day we go
waiting like bombs saying wait till the day we blow
the days they know are way crazier than our day ago
they're staying out of the wars that we say we know
the day they say they need wasted rage is the day we go
we never did get where we'd say we'd go
in those wasted days faking it with a radio

do you remember back in the day we would
say if our hearts would stay we could
we never did the things we'd say we would
we never did go the way we should

remember back in the day we rode
saying our hearts would stay cold
up up and away we go
in our dreams and on the radio