When I was a kid, I was far more empathetic to others than most. To this day I am, I become rather empassioned at times. This is something I admit to. I have causes, issues, and things I will fight for.

Words and art are my weapons. This is the way I tell the stories, the movements that I want to help. This is my way.

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When Will YOU Fight?

From Me Here.

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away rights, under a social and moral pretext.
Dissolving a union made for
the sole purpose of expressing devotion to another.
When will you fight?
When will you look beyond difference?
When can you put aside the silly
little things that bother you so badly about another, to stand up for them?
Under the guise of religion "of love", you have been fooled.
You quote
scripture yet when will you practice what you preach?
When the faceless
masses go after you? Or your child?

I remained silent

When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I was not a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.

Image via Wikipedia I am brutally sick and tired of the trite nonsense that is concidered news in todays time. To hell with it all. To be frank, I am sick of all the midless sheep crap.

So the hell what if this famous person boinked that one. Who really cares?

Seriously, what happened to degenerate society to this degree anyway? I mean, we have dolls that look like hookers and hookers and cost 2,000 boinking politicians. Wee...

Then this bs gets plastered all over the news so it gets collectively shoved down out throats.

And you take it.
And you will take it.

You won't stand up.
You'll sit there and take it for how long?

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I Don't Care MEANS I Don't Care

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Then again who can really tell now a days? Perhaps, oh I don't know things can be construed kinda weird.

Apparently, other than being a bit off my rocker (in a good way) my friend came to me, concerned. Worried. A bit spazzy.

Thinking this was a big deal, I carefully prodded and wondered what ever could be wrong.

"________" (my ex's name here) is out."

I sighed. Heavily.

I readied myself to lash out as I have been doing. Instead, I turned and walked, quickly away. Grim with the realization my friend, well- wasn't anymore.

Does this not sound like high school drama?

People don't seem to understand, I just don't want to hear it. At. All. Ever. Again. Yet, they persist.

Chugga Chugga

Drama, drama, drama.

YAY! Now, we can talk right? Act all kiss kiss, hug hug and backstabbing, like sisters/ brothers / combination there in! I would like to think you, my fine reader and myself really are that close! It's a digital bitchfest after all.

You get to read my ever so fine complaints, nodding silently and understanding, The fact is, I get it!

Occasionally, you post up comments letting me know how you feel, how mean and bitchey I am, (out of LOVE!) and we kiss and make up. That's why I love you my readers! Then again, sometimes you tell me I'm *gasp* right. My ego thank you for that.

Okay, if anyone has some interesting topics for me to blend and mold into my wonderful style of writing- Let me know. I'd be happy to be lazy I mean, write about what you want.

Use these- Comment Below.



If I like your suggestion, I'll give you both

a.) Digi-Cookies

b.) Internet points.

Both let you be redeemed in the comments section. I can totally do that now. Sin and I'll forgive you! (No? Darn)

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