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Apr 2012 · 1.1k
A viewpoint
Gary Francione  on sentience.

He asserts that "all sentient beings, humans or nonhuman, have one right: the basic right not to be treated as the property of others."


hmmm interesting.
A newborn babe given to the ones who saved her from the fate of poverty and misery.
To portray the loving family of white middle class or at least the struggling to be that.
A girl of light and newness with almond eyes and darkened locks with fragile skin.
A kin to Italian plite
A kin to Irish blood
None of that to bathe in just a different type to be cast in
******* was among the living creed this family held fast the dying deed of :
no talking, no whisper, no whimper or scream.
Be quiet little one....be inside the room of your friendly playthings and create the fantasies you will keep faith in.
Fantasies are nimble and sweet for a delicate mind to entertain inside
Door closed
Fights outside it...loud and booming!!
Mother and Father no longer a family
Plates are thrown and different things left strewn about.
Her shouts sure drown the frightened whispers
The lil girl told her playthings in the room fanciful with butterfly walls and trellises that lined the closet walls
It will all be over soon
Mother will succumb to her way of being numb
She will be nice again
The lil girl can come out and try to play with her brothers of 1/2 kin
They call her brat
The mother calls her muffin or muffet
The father calls her squirt
The land of fantasies run deep in this family
Pretending is a way of life
Apr 2012 · 1.5k
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Demonize the morally upright
patronize the silent worker
Victimize the celibate lady
Moralize the perverted ogor
Chastise till the world is numb
Finger her till she comes
stay away from me
A shadow was cast upon the shoreline at the dawn's dusk
Twas a memory of myself from years past
A reminder of bitter years and hateful leers that I sneered to my fellow people
Through shadow lines was something else created inside a sheltered doom
Gazing upon the waters edge contemplating the nearest ledge to fall from
as
The straightened limbs protruding into air so thick became weighted from it's highest peek
A visitor upon the planet's flow in daylight turned to nighttime glow
Wishing a normal type of visage for ones lonely existence
Yet realizing the normal isn't always what it seems
yes Go is spelled wrong and visceration (evisceration)...hehe
Apr 2012 · 1.4k
An aliens lament
Water producing from reddened eyes
Blood seeping from crevices that produce waste
Eyes bulge ...Fingertips painted....Colored faces
Moving inside walled fortresses of singular or multiple dwellers
Chopping the green earth one a week
Chopping up each other
Moving in metal baskets with wheels
Where do we go?
Legs not used for intentions.....nonstop creating inventions
Strident muscle covering rock hard bones waits for action while avoiding stones
Game of thieves catch a wandering eye waits for action and reasons to lie
Willowy young lady walking the path waits for answers but instead receives their wrath
Trying to outdo the one and all
Amassing fortunes and holding the ball
Waiting produces results unknown and time produces one who stands alone
Apr 2012 · 596
twisted changes
Your apparent obsessions soon formed into possessions
A neurosis switched rapidly to psychosis
Transgressions were observed yet spiraled into the absurd
A nighttime of *** play was soon fraught with dismay
and the only lasting memory was your touch
transforming you into my enemy
Apr 2012 · 519
School of thinking
At the interest of compromising my happiness for yours I say NO to being any more self destructive than I possibly can muster
If possible let the tides of emotions carry you through to a firmer ground and help you stand
Lets not produce the harsh reality of our communion in this life with horrors or sorrows
It's the School of Life we attend
It's not a lesson to learn in an evening or a thought to accept so fleeting
Continue on with our lessons
Continue on with our learning
Apr 2012 · 798
Hard but Necessary
What does it really take for others to appreciate
The Sacrifice and Giving just so others can become better at living?
Envy and Contempt fuel their discontent
    The hate fills their lungs with the cruel words and useless puns
Misunderstandings in their apparent lunacy
~when shadows are cast next to thee ~
Appreciate In the name of the Living Spirit
The duty remains and your charm wains
It won't stop the countless enemies
Those who Satan adds up plenty...to his multitudes of minions and tragic battalions
The tired eyes of working hands will build the strength that life demands
Apr 2012 · 670
An unexpected tale
There were whifts of smoke that caught the breeze trying desperately to stick to cauterized lungs
A lanky lad strolled by as the minute fragments of phlegm projected in his direction
Daring the tender hand of his mother within earshot of such a spectacle

Ignorant selfish chump” she whaled.
“Your spit almost landed on my son!”
Chiming in the Man replied...”tis but a shame the lad has his mommy so close by.”
“Battles will always surface and victims will always die”
I cannot be the MAN that whispers
I cannot be the ONE that lies
The wolves will howl and night will dim
Welcome the uneasiness underneath the skin
So soon will it force out your sheltered fears
A whimper to be cast from many tears
A shutter will shake you from deep within
and mommy will be gone for you
to deal with someone else’s SIN.
Apr 2012 · 886
Definition of..........
The devil is
       Malevolent
            Infectious
                         Hideous
                                   Spontaneous
                                               Vile
                                                      Corrupted
                                                                  Psychotic
                                                                             Hypnotic
                                                                                        Malingering
                                                                                                      Morally bankrupt
                                                                                                                             Seducing
                                                                                                                                        Producing the menacing
                                                                                                                                                  Offspring of
                                                                                                                                                              Destruction
I'm sure I'm leaving out some descriptive terms but oh well...you get the gist of it.

Kind of like the stairway to heaven only the stairway to Hell....hehe
Apr 2012 · 1.3k
Tale of woe
What if she was caught drinking and then the nosey nellies would be thinking again
of just how ****** up She could be and how they have something fun to spin
the Doctors of Spin
the Ladies of Sin they call us when we get all liquored up and forget about our children in the pickup truck
the cursed reality of boredom and monotony
the drowning days of diapers rotting in the corner of the bedroom...while She visits with "friends" in the hall
Take a drag
Turn into a hag
Get so mad cause the nosey nellies just don't understand how messed up your "life" is
and how much you hate
yours,
your friends
and
your family's
Cause none of them really care...they just love to stare and spin there tales of woe
Pointless woe
Turn into a ***
and next year it will be more of the same to start at the beginning again.
She won't remember what she promised or what she lied about
She might remember what you cried about
It will be ok though cause in 10 years, that kid will be out the door
Peddling the hash
Stealing people's stash
and one day it may come....he turns into a man
while his momma is just too numb.
The drain is spinning round and round
Take a moment and just listen to the sound---of my brain off the Poison
The ***** bits leaving me
Plop
Plop
Plop
Gushhhhhhhhh
d
   o  
      w
          n

to the final spin
I am --===not  li==ving through this== hell =  all over again!!

Leave==='' me alone you crazy ****** ****!!!!!!!!!!

from ME
like one of those letters one might receive with one letter at a time pasted on a sheet of paper only it being done to the depraved one.....

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