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scrolls of socially and politically acceptable ways of life are unfurled in front of us every day.... as we hear soothing sounds of nature in elevators, we are filled with subliminal messages from the government... telling us how to live our lives... how to pray... what to believe in and more importantly... how to believe the same as 'they' believe... we will soon be a world of political clones... a new hitler will be born and will rule over a world of weaklings... oppressed by politics... weakened by social and financial desertion...
the government is only a heartbeat away from being able to scan our minds with the flip of a switch... there will be no privacy... people will be locked up for "thinking" the wrong thing... freedom of speech will be changed to "freedom of thought" and that right too will be violated... the government will scroll out a list of illegal thoughts ... and zap your mind back to it's socially acceptable state... regulated by the "thought police"
it's ninety eight degrees under my tongue, the government scanned my body temperature as i entered my house today, as they did you, and you too... they know what i ate for breakfast, by this time next year they'll know what i'm planning for dinner before i do...
inside our minds they suck our brain stems dry of information... ammunition ... against us... should we ever be in the hot seat and tell a lie... ZAP... as our noses grow... in the shadow of neon glow, radiation, helping to keep us weak... as they frantically search for a cure for cancer, they secretly want to know how to inflict that cancer on the enemy... the desire for the cure and the formula for the disease are equally important... to them...
ducking behind trees as i realize they're chasing me... but i don't turn around fast enough to catch them... but i know they're there... scanning me... they know i have cancer before i do but they don't tell me... i might try to suck up some government funds in hopes of surviving... funds that can be used for wars or spaceships... secret service men for a president that no-one even realizes...
is still alive...
as i type, some nasa nitwit is recording my rant ... it's added to my 'chip' and filed away... someday they'll be able to stop manson before he kills... the same day that the rich people will get cured of cancer... while balding children die in their mother's arms...because her husband was killed in battle... and she has but a part time job and old shoes... money's tight... yet we fight our soldiers to death... for a country that will not even supply his dying child with medicine... until the check clears... money... filthy fucking money...
making their worlds go round while ours stands still... their sticky hands in the till... the blood of the mad cow under their nails as they steal your last hope... leaving you to watch your child suffer... leaving you alone to inhale the anthrax that passed by the rich and their fancy gas masks... saving it all for you
somebody stop me
the preceding quotes, words of wisdom, meaningless gibberish, opinions, insults and rude comments (and images if applicable) were added to this page for your reading pleasure, they are not meant to insult, annoy, pester or influence you in any way... it is within my constitutional rights to force my opinions on you wether you like it or not, similar to the way that the government does... only not as sneaky and underminded and without the subliminal poisoning of our assumingly inadequate minds
el odio está igual en cualquier lengua, universal y repugnante
la haine est la même en n'importe quelle langue, universel et répugnant
Haß ist derselbe in jeder möglicher Sprache, allgemeinhin und ekelhaft
l'odio è lo stesso in tutta la lingua, universale e disgustoso
o hatred está o mesmo em toda a língua, universal e repugnante
if god were a woman sperm would taste like chocolate
a male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who never owned a fucking car
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offended? call me 212-479-7990, but remember...
arguing on the internet is like running in the special olympics...
even if you win, you're still retarded
Michele La Pointe
- Last seen on Aug 9 10:52 AM. Member since January 25, 2005.
- I'm a lyric diamond poet for 2578 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "my only fear of death is reincarnation".
- I am a 99 year old girl from New York (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a CNN junkie.
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- I am in the groups Abortion is Wrong
- I have 2,578 comments, 4 contests
My Poetry
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Shaken, I came to you
barely making up that tall set of stairs47 lines, January 17 -
god kev... don't you have anything better to do than screw around with the format around here
what is that annoying box that floats around6 lines, January 29, 2007
My Stories
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Q: How do you get a dog to stop humping your leg?
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I can still remember the day Niagara fell. I had long wanted to visit the falls as I have always been drawn to that which nature has bestowed upon us. That which re1599 lines, 7 comments, April 17, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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i woke up at 5:30 a.m. today and began to sterilize my house
first the bathroom which seemed overrun by new germs541 lines, 3 comments, February 2, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
Visitor Book
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Michele La Pointe on August 14, 2006hi... i just went and changed it to 'let people in' ..i don't know what happ to the application... gotta tell ya though... i'm a TERRIBLE group person : ( ... but the other girls will probably be better at posting and stuff... not sure, i've been inactive for a long time.... if you need to 'vent' or just to say hi, feel free to send me a message or email me at coven828 (@aol.com)
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Save Me From Myself on August 14, 2006id like to join your survivors of abortion group but the app was deleted and it doesnt have the just let people in link..
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silverlining on July 1, 2006Hi Michele,
I know we haven't spoken for a while, I miss your work. Have finally posted a new poem! Let me know what you think of it, it's about drugs and smoking and alcohol and beauty... Different to anything I've ever written before, I hope you'll like it.
Love silver**
PS Sorry to post, IMs aren't working -
J Rhys Davies on June 28, 2006You never call. You never write. One date and we never see each other again. Story of my life.
How ya doing my dear?
