We will not say bottom-line, game-plan, role model, scenario or hopefully.
We will not kick-back, mellow out, or be on a roll.
We will not go for it, and we won't check it out.
We don't even know, what its is.
And when we leave this site, we will definitely not boogey.
We promise not to refer to anyone as a class act, a beautiful person, or a happy camper.
We will also not be saying, "What a guy!"
You will not hear anyone refer to anyone's lifestyle.
We won't be saying any cute things like, "Muah?"
We will not say concept when we mean idea.
Nor impacted when we mean affected.
There will be no hands-on, state of the art networking.
There will be no maximizing, prioritizing, finalizing and we will definitely not interface.
No support group jargon from the Human Potential Movement
For instance, we will not ...SHARE anything with you.
We will not relate to you, and you will not identify with us.
We will give no imput, nor will we expect any feedback.
This will not be a learning experience, nor will it be a growth period.
There will be no sharing, no caring, no birthing, no bonding, no parenting, no nurturing.
We will not establish a relationship, have any meaningful dialogue and we definitely will not spend any QUALITY TIME!
We will not be supportive of one another so that we can get in touch with our feelings in order to feel good about ourselves.
And if you're one of those people who need space....please...GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE!!!


-George Carlin (is the man!)

YOU can help...It only takes 2 SECONDS!!! fill out this petition http://hsus.ga4.org/campaign/protectseals/ and go to http://www.protectseals.org and find out other ways you can help. While your at it take a look at their picture slide show http://www.hsus2.org/slideshow-seal-hunt/sealhunt.html so you can see just how beautiful Canadian seals are.

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See, the seal is crying…the poor thing!!

 

Skinned Alive
by Skylar Lonidier Copyright© 2002



Bound hands;
Blindfolded face;
You're led into
A darkened place.
He ties you down
To the table.
He is not sane
His mind's unstable.
Blindfold removed
You meet his eyes
Their look tells you
You're going to die.

You're scared.
Fear in you grows.
His hand rips off
All of your clothes.
You're staring at
His gleaming knife.
You know it will
Soon end your life.
His glistening blade
Into your flesh dives.
You've now begun
To be skinned alive.

Your state:
Pain induced daze.
You watch in awe.
It's you he flays.
You feel great pain
From his incisions
But must respect
His precision.
A bloody mess
From toe to groin.
The skin to your legs-
No longer joined.

"Death please!"
You do request.
But adrenaline
Keeps you conscious.
You're skinless now
From shoulders down.
Red pools beneath.
You look around.
Last thing you see:
This blood-soaked place.
And then his knife
Enters your face.