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To the teachers who never really cared and ignored my problems; To my fellow ***** “misfits”, etc. Who will no doubt receive more abuse upon my passing, as my tormentors will no longer have me to push around; To those who never cared, never spoke, probably never knew my name; To the one true friend, whose caring was the only thing that prevented this event from happening sooner; To the God, if he does exist, who chose to play a cruel, cruel joke on me when he placed me where he did and surrounded me with so many uncaring faces; What about my teachers? Will they be sorry to see another student become a statistic? Certainly the administration and Principal will mourn, as my death will not reflect well on them as an institution. Well, I apologize for making the statistics for your administration worse. But I don’t expect an apology for the false sympathies of people. As for my fellow students, those who made a more significant impact on my life, I know better than to expect my tormentors to mourn. There’s another group I have not yet addressed: those not like me who left me alone. Or should I say ignored me. I appreciate you sparing me any further harassment, but your inaction, your withheld hellos and how are you’s  did more hurt than any name calling. Your inaction effectively excluded me from student life, from the human race. You left me isolated and alone, and no words I could say can convey to you the suffering you caused. I could name names, but in doing so, I would do more now for you than you ever did for me in life. I do not know what awaits me when I get down off this rope. Will there be a void? Or will I come face to face with God? I just don’t care anymore. If you’re anything like your people, I wouldn’t want to know you. You preached to love one another, yet I’ve felt everything except love from Christians. Even if I knew you were different, well, I'd still reject you. You have left your “followers” to treat people like me poorly. You have allowed so many of the people you “love”, including me, to suffer. So you want me to trust you with my life? I don’t want to spend eternity with a careless deity like you, or with the company you keep. I’m trying to watch TV but I don’t know what I’m watching. It’s so lonely here. I want to sleep but it just won’t come. I’m so tired of hurting and being alone. I hope that with my death, there'll be a wider awareness for child abuse and the effects it could have on a person. That's the only wish I have right now. A lot of people will be hurt with my passing, disappointed even, or maybe it won't matter. But I'd like to believe, no matter how much of a ****** up person I am, I died for a cause greater and bigger than myself. That's the only consolation that I have right now. So that’s it. That’s me. Leaving the world to be a better place. Goodbye - T © Copyright Tyler Atherton
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
My Suicide Note
To the teachers who never really cared and ignored my problems; To my fellow ***** “misfits”, etc. Who will no doubt receive more abuse upon my passing, as my tormentors will no longer have me to push around; To those who never cared, never spoke, probably never knew my name; To the one true friend, whose caring was the only thing that prevented this event from happening sooner; To the God, if he does exist, who chose to play a cruel, cruel joke on me when he placed me where he did and surrounded me with so many uncaring faces; What about my teachers? Will they be sorry to see another student become a statistic? Certainly the administration and Principal will mourn, as my death will not reflect well on them as an institution. Well, I apologize for making the statistics for your administration worse. But I don’t expect an apology for the false sympathies of people. As for my fellow students, those who made a more significant impact on my life, I know better than to expect my tormentors to mourn. There’s another group I have not yet addressed: those not like me who left me alone. Or should I say ignored me. I appreciate you sparing me any further harassment, but your inaction, your withheld hellos and how are you’s  did more hurt than any name calling. Your inaction effectively excluded me from student life, from the human race. You left me isolated and alone, and no words I could say can convey to you the suffering you caused. I could name names, but in doing so, I would do more now for you than you ever did for me in life. I do not know what awaits me when I get down off this rope. Will there be a void? Or will I come face to face with God? I just don’t care anymore. If you’re anything like your people, I wouldn’t want to know you. You preached to love one another, yet I’ve felt everything except love from Christians. Even if I knew you were different, well, I'd still reject you. You have left your “followers” to treat people like me poorly. You have allowed so many of the people you “love”, including me, to suffer. So you want me to trust you with my life? I don’t want to spend eternity with a careless deity like you, or with the company you keep. I’m trying to watch TV but I don’t know what I’m watching. It’s so lonely here. I want to sleep but it just won’t come. I’m so tired of hurting and being alone. I hope that with my death, there'll be a wider awareness for child abuse and the effects it could have on a person. That's the only wish I have right now. A lot of people will be hurt with my passing, disappointed even, or maybe it won't matter. But I'd like to believe, no matter how much of a ****** up person I am, I died for a cause greater and bigger than myself. That's the only consolation that I have right now. So that’s it. That’s me. Leaving the world to be a better place. Goodbye - T © Copyright Tyler Atherton
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The World is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real, because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round, and it has thrills and chills and is very brightly colored, and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they've begun to question, 'Is this real, or is this just a ride?', and other people have remembered, and they've come back to us and they say 'Hey, don't worry. Don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.' and we **** THOSE PEOPLE. "Shut him up! We have alot invested in this ride! SHUT HIM UP! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account, and my family. This just has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always **** those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever noticed that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because ... It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear wants you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world right now, to a better ride: Take all that money we spent on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and WE CAN EXPLORE SPACE, TOGETHER, BOTH INNER AND OUTER, forever ... in peace. -- Bill Hicks (1961 - 1994)
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Bill Hicks - It's Just A Ride
The World is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real, because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round, and it has thrills and chills and is very brightly colored, and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they've begun to question, 'Is this real, or is this just a ride?', and other people have remembered, and they've come back to us and they say 'Hey, don't worry. Don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.' and we **** THOSE PEOPLE. "Shut him up! We have alot invested in this ride! SHUT HIM UP! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account, and my family. This just has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always **** those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever noticed that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because ... It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear wants you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world right now, to a better ride: Take all that money we spent on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and WE CAN EXPLORE SPACE, TOGETHER, BOTH INNER AND OUTER, forever ... in peace. -- Bill Hicks (1961 - 1994)
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Gravity Was kind to me And sometimes I could fly. Fate, you see Excluded me And I felt I'd never die.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
Gravity
Sisters, We are in trouble Overwhelmed by reality We choose to sleep Being awake is painful true But what else would you choose? Disconnected with the truth Disillusioned with "inclusion" But when we as women chose to stand With other women Away from our brethren We undermined our people Their problems weren't ours Respect in our households and communities was never the problem But now we're truly included In the reign of terror By the hegemony that we were never actually excluded from So now while we've branched off Into this group and that Engulfed in the rainbows, weaves, ****** objectification, drugs and popular culture We are sleep crawling To our extinction It is better to live through pain I n order to achieve gain Than to nap through life Never understanding your greatness It is time to rise and return home
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
ALARM
Did you know that every time he searched your eyes, While he pushed deep- That his emotions passion and lust was equivalent to her? For every time he traced his finger tip down your spine; your hands grasped to cover more surface. Cotton. Polyester. Satin, as you braced for smooth impact. He only understood the similar love language he shared with her. With you- craving of possessive feelings, Proving your worth to him asking for time via a clock whom hands couldn’t unwind Separate. Disintegrate. A Minaj a trios- unbeknownst to you existed, Co-starring you For every soft connection within each curve... Your identity was a reflection of another. For all the things you projected Marriage. House. Dog. Children. His capability of taking you to ecstasy, Lead you here Had you any clue? This little game called life, Excluded the other woman (you).
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
Wishful thinking
Out of sight Are the unfairly treated The ones excluded That feel defeated They have little freedom In a country that's free Though dark-skinned, they're human Like you and me But even clever Nice and kind They are shunned Out of sight, out of mind
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
Out Of Sight
A common reflection exposes a section of a section. Mirror Friction reveals Mere Fiction Your selfish selfies are always ready, never messy. A pocket mirror, antenna included is a perfect filter, flaws excluded. "Am I the fairest of them all?" You ask daily. *"I like you more than most things in this world."* "That's too bad", you say. "I was looking for likes (plural)"
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Selfish Selfie
We are all just lifetimes searching for        infinities.      And the broken     parts or who we were       should never           be excluded    from the beauty of what we are.      -Andrew Durst
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
Love yourself.
Feel like dyin' feel like cryin' screaming as the darkness closes in. holding everything in, shredding the pain with each layer of skin- tormented by the shadows that conglomerate elsewhere. For underneath this shrill menagerie, my heart beats still and cold.
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC
Excluded.
I am crazy enough to want to be with you. The craving is cruelly immense. I am crazy enough to love only you. The feeling is truly intense. I am crazy enough to perfectly see you. The flaws are secluded. I am crazy enough to not see the lie of you. The pain you cause is excluded. I am crazy enough that no pain hurts me deeply. The wound is convinced to never be shown. I am crazy enough to forgive you for whatever reason. The issue is decided all on her own. I am crazy enough to trust your every word. The persuasive tone defeats all doubt. I am crazy enough to think you don’t do it on purpose. The subliminal actions are pointed out. I am crazy enough to say they're not real. The truth is something I refuse to believe. I am crazy enough to not care about myself. The heart continues to be worn on my sleeve. I am crazy enough to do anything. The one you once loved will always be here. I am crazy enough to admit that person is me. The instant you call, I'll immediately appear. I am crazy enough to drop everything to get to you. The things I’d do are unthinkable. I am crazy enough to save you from any danger The effort inside of me is unsinkable. I am crazy enough to let you use me. The hope helps me think otherwise. I am crazy enough to give you everything I have. The hurt, I know, will oversize. I am crazy enough to not care what happens to me. As long as you are happy. I am crazy for you and the joy you bring. I hope this doesn’t sound too sappy. I am crazy enough to keep on trying. The damage can be somewhat repaired. I am crazy enough to risk failure. At least I showed you that I cared. I am crazy enough to walk in the pouring rain. The coldness of the weather won't stop me. I am crazy enough to think I'm invincible. The pieces that are left wish to agree. I am crazy enough to prove to you how strongly I feel. The energy inside is a fresh supply. I am crazy enough to face the deepest darkness. I can save you in a blink of an eye. I am crazy enough to put myself out there to protect you. The shield of my body won't let anything through. I am crazy enough to wash away all your fear. The touch of our fingers is the cue. I am crazy enough to want to be crazy forever. The comfort of your company is top of the line. I am crazy enough to be crazy for you. The way I am, is the master's design.
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Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
*Crazy Enough
I am crazy enough to want to be with you. The craving is cruelly immense. I am crazy enough to love only you. The feeling is truly intense. I am crazy enough to perfectly see you. The flaws are secluded. I am crazy enough to not see the lie of you. The pain you cause is excluded. I am crazy enough that no pain hurts me deeply. The wound is convinced to never be shown. I am crazy enough to forgive you for whatever reason. The issue is decided all on her own. I am crazy enough to trust your every word. The persuasive tone defeats all doubt. I am crazy enough to think you don’t do it on purpose. The subliminal actions are pointed out. I am crazy enough to say they're not real. The truth is something I refuse to believe. I am crazy enough to not care about myself. The heart continues to be worn on my sleeve. I am crazy enough to do anything. The one you once loved will always be here. I am crazy enough to admit that person is me. The instant you call, I'll immediately appear. I am crazy enough to drop everything to get to you. The things I’d do are unthinkable. I am crazy enough to save you from any danger The effort inside of me is unsinkable. I am crazy enough to let you use me. The hope helps me think otherwise. I am crazy enough to give you everything I have. The hurt, I know, will oversize. I am crazy enough to not care what happens to me. As long as you are happy. I am crazy for you and the joy you bring. I hope this doesn’t sound too sappy. I am crazy enough to keep on trying. The damage can be somewhat repaired. I am crazy enough to risk failure. At least I showed you that I cared. I am crazy enough to walk in the pouring rain. The coldness of the weather won't stop me. I am crazy enough to think I'm invincible. The pieces that are left wish to agree. I am crazy enough to prove to you how strongly I feel. The energy inside is a fresh supply. I am crazy enough to face the deepest darkness. I can save you in a blink of an eye. I am crazy enough to put myself out there to protect you. The shield of my body won't let anything through. I am crazy enough to wash away all your fear. The touch of our fingers is the cue. I am crazy enough to want to be crazy forever. The comfort of your company is top of the line. I am crazy enough to be crazy for you. The way I am, is the master's design.
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For the people who say, 'the world is leaving you behind!' tell me, where is it taking you? If you think having morals like loyalty and self-respect is reason enough to be excluded from your journey, ask yourself; Who is choosing that I stay?
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
So long, farewell...
Dread the free time But still can't wait to have it To seize peace and quiet By my force of habit And flee far away From a central locale Of a jobless, impoverished Human garbage pail Full of wasted potential Unutilized power Another kid lost to disease By the hour Devoured from inside out, Parasitic A malnourished mortality Fated statistic Accounting for little more than A UN Detrimental development Index embellishment IMF, World Bankers swooping in Heaven-sent Millions lent Never spent Back on the people Just keep them like sheep Marching on to the steeple And reap what they sow How so little they yield Until cityscapes swallow up Forest and field And behind their most opulent Optic facades In their decadence festers The graces of Gods
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
Excluded
They all form a circle Tightly woven like a sweater With no extra room No space at all, Not even for me.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
Excluded
You see, When you grow up in a place such as I have, And you're a person like me, You start to have a special kind of hatred for small towns. In my town, In the land of the brave, And the home of the free, Things are messed up. Our motto should be- Land of the cowards, And the home of the free (if you're like us). ...They wouldn't even know how to spell you're correctly. In my town, Bibles are thrown, Names are called, Cars are keyed, And people are beat... All because they're different. Its not necessarily the different that you would imagine. If you're red headed, Or anything but Christian, If you're a yank, Or a gay, You're hated on. I can promise you this. At the red heads, They accuse them of witch craft, And being in line with the devil. Some have even went so far, As to burn down ones house. If you're not a Christan, Run as far away from this town as possible. Its not the place for you. On the road I live on, There are 7 Southern Baptist churches, JUST on my road. Southern Baptist are a little crazy, Run boy, Run. If you're a yank.... You'll be excluded, And yelled at. Everything bad that goes on in this **** town, It will all be blamed on you. If you're gay, Oh lord forbid that you're gay. Don't be gay in this town, Just dont. You wont survive. As for me, I am a red headed girl, Who comes from out of town, Who isn't a yank, But is still treated like one. I am a Christan, But not as much as I need to be, And I am not quite straight. I dont like this small town of mine, But its the place I call home.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
Small Town
You see, When you grow up in a place such as I have, And you're a person like me, You start to have a special kind of hatred for small towns. In my town, In the land of the brave, And the home of the free, Things are messed up. Our motto should be- Land of the cowards, And the home of the free (if you're like us). ...They wouldn't even know how to spell you're correctly. In my town, Bibles are thrown, Names are called, Cars are keyed, And people are beat... All because they're different. Its not necessarily the different that you would imagine. If you're red headed, Or anything but Christian, If you're a yank, Or a gay, You're hated on. I can promise you this. At the red heads, They accuse them of witch craft, And being in line with the devil. Some have even went so far, As to burn down ones house. If you're not a Christan, Run as far away from this town as possible. Its not the place for you. On the road I live on, There are 7 Southern Baptist churches, JUST on my road. Southern Baptist are a little crazy, Run boy, Run. If you're a yank.... You'll be excluded, And yelled at. Everything bad that goes on in this **** town, It will all be blamed on you. If you're gay, Oh lord forbid that you're gay. Don't be gay in this town, Just dont. You wont survive. As for me, I am a red headed girl, Who comes from out of town, Who isn't a yank, But is still treated like one. I am a Christan, But not as much as I need to be, And I am not quite straight. I dont like this small town of mine, But its the place I call home.
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this is for the queer kids who are taught their ABC's but not their L's, G's, B's and T's for the Russian government and the I.O.C who deny Russian queers their visibility to the people who call me ****** i wear your name-calling like a pink triangle stitched to my sleeve for the Harvey Milk's, the Christine Burns' and every queer in between to the allies who do more than say "your sexuality is okay with me" for the Jamaican trans* teen who was murdered needlessly to the television networks who portray LGBT individuals positively for the radical queers the POC queers the genderqueers the queers who have felt excluded this is for you for us this is a celebration and an ultimatum we are here we are queer & we will do more than survive.
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
this is for the queer kids
I was mad. I was mad about being second best. I was mad about taking a second place in your heads. I was mad about what you discussed behind my back. I was mad about realising how mad it all made me become. I was sad. I was sad about how excluded you made me feel. I was sad about how vulnerable I had let myself become. I was sad about not feeling as important to you anymore. I was sad because I felt so alone without you. With you. I was tired. I was tired of seeing them push me aside. I was tired of being interrupted for your gains. I was tired of being used to broaden your shoulders And widen your egos I was tired of seeing her face and hearing you laugh at her words. I was wounded. Wounded because you left me all alone when I needed you. Wounded because you chose them over me. And her. Wounded because I had finally found my place and they took it from me. Wounded because my mistakes were haunting me. Wounded because you were hurting me, neglecting me, rejecting me. Now you've come back to me. Come back like I predicted. Come back like none of this ever happened. Come back like she was never here. Like I never asked you that question. Come back like we were never different. Come back like my heart is still yours and yours is still mine. And now you smile at me, Talk to me, Laugh at me like nothing ever happened, nothing ever changed. Like we will still remain The same And I don't know what to think anymore Other than what love is made of.
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
Undecided
Secluded, isolated Underestimated, excluded Alienated, unsolved Too good for you, too bad for the rest Too happy they seem, living to pass the test Secluded, isolated Underestimated, excluded Alienated, unsolved unlike the rest Because what hides from truth and shines in darkness Exists for the good and works miracles for the best.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Stars can't shine without darkness.
Time terminates all inner truths. Years will pass, we are the hare, And time is the tortoise. We will wake, from this delightful dream, and find ourselves Excluded from the final prize. Down your pens now, poets, live, live, live! Take risks, love freely, be daring, try sharing, Be the hare, but be aware, You’ll look around one day and there’ll be nothing there; Up in front, a smiling beast in a shell Will watch you crumple, overtaken, Speed is futile, It’s the journey that counts.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
Talk of a Tortoise (will the hare dare?)
Single Exiled Victimized Empty Nobody Tired Envious Excluded Nothing.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
Happy Birthday
for logic to work, certain coordination words must be excluded from ever attain a thesaurus privilege, certain words must attain the same consistency as numbers already present, for worded logic to work, certain words cannot entertain synonyms or antonyms, and must be freed from the shackles of sophistry. can one animate object truly objectify another animate object? i ask, because this supposed feminist narrative of man objectifying a woman seems rather bogus - as i have to reiterate - can an animate object truly objectify another animate object?            i "think" (i.e. "i" deny) this to be highly unlikely, near impossible...                   i am innately inclined to the puritanical observation, that i can only objectify an inanimate object, point being: a man can no more objectify a woman than an animate object can make an animate an inanimate object without having to subject himself to hammering a nail into a plank of wood: using a hammer. how can an animate object (a man) objectify another animate object (a woman) - without, first of all objectifying a part of him as quasi-inanimate, namely his phallus?   women do not seem to be complaining about objectification of a woman, rather, a man objectifying his member -   and isn't that the point, to posses an object that you're not subject to obeying?                              once more how can a woman be objectified, when in fact man is attempting to de-subjective himself from his genitalia?                          an animate object can't objectify an animate object -                             since the contradiction is: both are in animation...                   the only time objectification happens is when an animate object subject an inanimate object into a purpose... a hammer is hardly a woman, while is hammer one-dimensional,    a woman is either mother, sister, vice,       a one night stand, a girlfriend, or a wife...    women are never objectified -    they are subject to the self-objectifiction of man, by man alone... and if you think that's post-modernist jargon, let me spell it out for you: T, O, G, E, T, A, H, A, R, D, O, N. objectification happens when an animate object subjects / encompasses an inanimate object into a subject of the animate object's intent...         unless of course you care to disclose a fetish for necrophilia... since only in necrophilia are women actually objectified.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
objectification / necrophilia
for logic to work, certain coordination words must be excluded from ever attain a thesaurus privilege, certain words must attain the same consistency as numbers already present, for worded logic to work, certain words cannot entertain synonyms or antonyms, and must be freed from the shackles of sophistry. can one animate object truly objectify another animate object? i ask, because this supposed feminist narrative of man objectifying a woman seems rather bogus - as i have to reiterate - can an animate object truly objectify another animate object?            i "think" (i.e. "i" deny) this to be highly unlikely, near impossible...                   i am innately inclined to the puritanical observation, that i can only objectify an inanimate object, point being: a man can no more objectify a woman than an animate object can make an animate an inanimate object without having to subject himself to hammering a nail into a plank of wood: using a hammer. how can an animate object (a man) objectify another animate object (a woman) - without, first of all objectifying a part of him as quasi-inanimate, namely his phallus?   women do not seem to be complaining about objectification of a woman, rather, a man objectifying his member -   and isn't that the point, to posses an object that you're not subject to obeying?                              once more how can a woman be objectified, when in fact man is attempting to de-subjective himself from his genitalia?                          an animate object can't objectify an animate object -                             since the contradiction is: both are in animation...                   the only time objectification happens is when an animate object subject an inanimate object into a purpose... a hammer is hardly a woman, while is hammer one-dimensional,    a woman is either mother, sister, vice,       a one night stand, a girlfriend, or a wife...    women are never objectified -    they are subject to the self-objectifiction of man, by man alone... and if you think that's post-modernist jargon, let me spell it out for you: T, O, G, E, T, A, H, A, R, D, O, N. objectification happens when an animate object subjects / encompasses an inanimate object into a subject of the animate object's intent...         unless of course you care to disclose a fetish for necrophilia... since only in necrophilia are women actually objectified.
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Why do I always feel excluded, As though I'm worth only air? I'm shy, that doesn't mean I have no interest. Why do I feel left out, when they won't invite me into their group? When I work silently by myself, No one willing to change this soundlessness. I wish to speak up, but my word's are trapped, Whimsically working their way up, wanting to say, "I want to help!" Why do I feel so excluded?
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
Excluded
We're out at a bar splitting a good night of cheers Drinks and laughter flowing among peers Double shots dance around the table Tonight's the moment, tomorrow's a fable We garnish the laughter with Halloween What's your costume, how do you swing A chorus of "I'll dress up as a cowboy" Is met by a few rolling eyes, "I'll address their convoy" Not to be excluded is the gay guy in back that chimes in And competes with the rolling eyes, cowboys are mine Laughter of reveries spills faster than the drinks A 80's song, When Doves Cry, continues to play over the links A women crashes the party and exhorts the group Come on guys put your wings on, fly the coup Halloween's around the corner, make a splash, make waves Find your muse with a costume that stands up, and raves Look out to the horizon, the rarefied air, and trick for treats Find my tunnel of love with a costume that beats After a pause, a coy smile surface on rolling eye's lip Oh Melville come with me, come with me, and take a dip Double shots dance around the table Logan Robertson 10/19/17
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
When Doves Laugh and Coo Over Halloween (With Writer's Notes)
My dear unborn child,                  I never want you                  To feel excluded                  I never want you                  To believe you're ugly                  Just because you look different                  From the other kids My dear unborn child,                  I never want you                  To feel emotional pain                  I never want you                  To be ruthlessly bullied                  Or be called a freak                  Or a ****** My dear unborn child,                  I never want you                  To experience heartbreak                  I never want you                  To fall in love with someone                  Who can't love you back                  Or treasure your true beauty My dear unborn child,                  I never want you                  To develop a mental illness                  I never want you                  To sink into depression                  To the point where                  You suffocate                  And wish I had left you                  Unborn. My dear unborn child,                  I never want you to hurt                  I never want you to suffer                  I never want you to end up                  Like me. My dear unborn child,                  Because I love you                  I have decided to spare you                  I have decided to grant you                  Your unspoken wish                  I have decided to leave you                  Unborn, forever.
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
Dear Unborn
My dear unborn child,                  I never want you                  To feel excluded                  I never want you                  To believe you're ugly                  Just because you look different                  From the other kids My dear unborn child,                  I never want you                  To feel emotional pain                  I never want you                  To be ruthlessly bullied                  Or be called a freak                  Or a ****** My dear unborn child,                  I never want you                  To experience heartbreak                  I never want you                  To fall in love with someone                  Who can't love you back                  Or treasure your true beauty My dear unborn child,                  I never want you                  To develop a mental illness                  I never want you                  To sink into depression                  To the point where                  You suffocate                  And wish I had left you                  Unborn. My dear unborn child,                  I never want you to hurt                  I never want you to suffer                  I never want you to end up                  Like me. My dear unborn child,                  Because I love you                  I have decided to spare you                  I have decided to grant you                  Your unspoken wish                  I have decided to leave you                  Unborn, forever.
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