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neurotoxic

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Here is sum writings from my brain-damaged drug-addled self. Enjoy.

All Men And Women Are Created Equal

People talk too much. With people’s short attention spans nowadays, we need more meaning packed into smaller, simpler sentences. There is no need for pretentious language. I will talk to you as a friend and neighbor.

When we want to help others with problems, we cannot put ourselves above them. Charity puts oneself above; I am the rich philanthropist, you are the beggar or the starving African baby. I want to meet my human brothers and sisters at their level. I am a criminal, I am a drug-addict, I am the abused and the abuser. I am a serial killer, I am a child-molester, I am a politician, and I am the rioting unwashed masses. I believe in solidarity, not charity. Charity travels vertically, down to the needy. Solidarity is horizontal. I respect my brothers and sisters, and do not talk down to them like children. When a man needs food, I give it to him. I also sit down with him, eat with him, speak with him. When I need food, I know that this man will also give to me. That is what solidarity is. Mutual support and respect for each other’s wants and needs.

The state has a monopoly on violence. It’s not fair. For instance, when some corporate villain called a “boss” wants to steal the very hours of my life in what’s called a “job”, I’m not allowed to punch them in their fat piggly gluttonous ugly faces. That sucks, because I’d very much enjoy a cage match with Bill Gates.

That brings me to my next subject, work. There is no point to work. Work is something that someone else wants you to do. Work ignores your wants and needs. Work is hard, boring, and deadening to the mind body and spirit.

I want everyone to be happy. I want life to be a game that everyone can have fun playing.

Resist all coercion. Empathize with others. The thought that we are all the victims of each other never seems to cross our minds.

Sex is good. Every man has a dick. Every woman has a pussy. They’re there for something.

War is evil. Unless you enjoy killing and maiming each other; then in that case war is good. A simulation of war, like...ummm…chess for example, would be a good alternative outlet for human aggression.

All drugs should be legal. Alcohol and cigarettes are recreational drugs…locking people up because they don’t imbibe the same poisons as us seems a little hypocritical.

Censorship is perverted. The truth is what exists, whether or not we build walls to protect ourselves from it.

Advertising is propaganda.

Human behavior is all sex and aggression. By being critical and questioning the fact that your behavior is aggressive, you are in fact being aggressive by trying to destroy my assertion. Also, may I suggest Judo, the gentle way?

In regard to Terry Schiavo, dead and brain-dead are synonyms.

Don’t be afraid to ask questions. Equally important, don’t be afraid to say something.

Destroy something that sucks for Jesus.

Listen to Bill Hicks. He’s the modern version of a prophet.

Don’t stop until all of humanity is united in celebration of being. The best advice you can give anyone is “Do whatever you want”.

Yin-yang. :p ;) :D :) :( :o 8o =D
 
Found this surfin the net yesterday:

(Found on a bathroom wall somewhere in the U.S.A.)
You've taken over my mind. You've raped my thoughts with your image viruses then sold me fake cures for your own disease. Your words and pictures scream orders at me like angry prison wardens. When I cover my ears, your voices echo in my head. I hate you. When I see your billboards, your talk shows, your rock concerts and your factories, when I see the work of your twisted libidos, I want to kill you. I want to set fires, plant bombs, derail trains. I want to smash your buildings and tear at your bodies until the skin of my hands is worn to the bone. I am filled with a rage that burns my eyes.

I don't want to feel this way. You have done this to me. These feelings are the fruits of your multi-billion dollar sowing. And I am not alone. There are others like me out here. Every suicide, every madman, every man and woman who gets a gun and just starts shooting -- these are your illegitimate children. They don't all know what they are doing. All they know is hate for the invisible walls which you have raised around them, hate for the narrow path you have tried to make them walk. And the innocent pay in blood for your negligence.

Remember this: My mind is big. The more you try to push me down and make me small, the greater the pressure inside me becomes. The greater the pressure, the greater the chance of an explosion. There was once a time when I felt love, but now I feel only hate and anger, and fear at what I might do. And you can tell me to "BE HAPPY," but I know that you really mean "BE QUIET".
 
too long.....this is the lounge man. are you fucking crazy? If you want to post long stuff you've got to go to T&A.

man I think my brain just exploded.

=D I'm joking with you of course.....
 
neurotoxic said:

People talk too much. With people’s short attention spans nowadays, we need more meaning packed into smaller, simpler sentences. There is no need for pretentious language. I will talk to you as a friend and neighbor.


. :p ;) :D :) :( :o 8o =D

Pretty damn good stuff neurotoxic. Ill agree with iLYWAK- should be in Words.;)
 
do unto other's mother as you would not like others to do unto yours, for this IS the lounge after all, and i taught your mum that thing your dad likes.

pretty words, wrong forum
 
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