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The $tr8 life...
« on: July 22, 2006, 12:26:30 AM »
I didn't go to high school.  Not really.  I went to $tr8 instead.  I was pulled out of the middle of 10th grade and basically didn't see the light of day for about a year an' a half or so!  I copped-out 4 times, including once off 'a' 1st phase on my 64th day, but they always hunted me down and brought me back.

No charges, no representation. just imprisonment and mental distress.

Never was able to be friends with my old friends again.  By the time I got out of $tr8 for good they were all gone and I was way too fucked up anyway.  

I remember how angry I was, about day 15 or so, as I sat on front row fully comprehending the betrayal by my parents, and my country.  The rage that had no where to go.  The loneliness that overwhelmed me as I began to realize that no-one was going to help me.  

America, land of the law, not of the spirit.
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« Reply #1 on: July 22, 2006, 08:52:01 AM »
Man, you ain't shittin a bit. Nobody but nobody gets it but us who know it.

It's the Watership Down all over again, watching as the soul suckers go about their dark art, strippin away all that was light and livliness from the around us and all who are in it. And they won't see it.

They get their ration of juicy lettuces. Don't threaten their juicy lettuces, no sir! Or talk about getting dragged off in the night nor ask about them others who did. That's a downer, man! Just enjoy the juicey lettuces from WalMart and be a happy fuckin' rabbit, will ya!?

I need a change of set and setting... and two really big boxes.
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« Reply #2 on: July 22, 2006, 05:02:16 PM »
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The $tr8 life...
« Reply #3 on: July 23, 2006, 05:35:59 PM »
Ok, got the really big boxes. That's all done but the goodbyes. I miss them already. Now to get through this next week of code busting...
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« Reply #4 on: July 23, 2006, 09:16:30 PM »
Quote from: ""starry-eyed pirate""
I didn't go to high school.  Not really.  I went to $tr8 instead.  I was pulled out of the middle of 10th grade and basically didn't see the light of day for about a year an' a half or so!  I copped-out 4 times, including once off 'a' 1st phase on my 64th day, but they always hunted me down and brought me back.

No charges, no representation. just imprisonment and mental distress.

Never was able to be friends with my old friends again.  By the time I got out of $tr8 for good they were all gone and I was way too fucked up anyway.  

I remember how angry I was, about day 15 or so, as I sat on front row fully comprehending the betrayal by my parents, and my country.  The rage that had no where to go.  The loneliness that overwhelmed me as I began to realize that no-one was going to help me.  

America, land of the law, not of the spirit.


   I know what you mean. I was pulled out at 8th grade. I remember thinking on day 15, wow, I really must have an alcohol and drug problem or I would be able to go home.  When I copped out, I told the cops what all Straight was doing to us and they laughed at me. When I got out, they took me straight to a psyco ward. The kids there would talk about movies they had seen or hit songs, they thought I was nutts cause I had not heard of any.  I wonder to this day, why the ward didnt do something. I heard the doctor tell my parents that Straight abused me. The doctor didnt even ask me if I was abused in Straight and I never told the ward I was abused why would I? the cops didnt believe me, but the doctor knew. My parents still didnt believe abuse happened. When I got home, and went to school, all the kids from school thought I had killed myself. We had no justice. At 13 years old, I used my voice and I did what I was supose to do, nobody listened. Where was cps? Where was my rights?
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« Reply #5 on: July 23, 2006, 11:06:52 PM »
Unfortunately, foolishly entrusted to government bureaucritters.

Now what we gonna do about that?
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« Reply #6 on: July 24, 2006, 02:02:15 AM »
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I didn't go to high school.  Not really.  I went to $tr8 instead.  I was pulled out of the middle of 10th grade and basically didn't see the light of day for about a year an' a half or so!  I copped-out 4 times, including once off 'a' 1st phase on my 64th day, but they always hunted me down and brought me back.

No charges, no representation. just imprisonment and mental distress.

Never was able to be friends with my old friends again.  By the time I got out of $tr8 for good they were all gone and I was way too fucked up anyway.  

I remember how angry I was, about day 15 or so, as I sat on front row fully comprehending the betrayal by my parents, and my country.  The rage that had no where to go.  The loneliness that overwhelmed me as I began to realize that no-one was going to help me.  

America, land of the law, not of the spirit.

   I know what you mean. I was pulled out at 8th grade. I remember thinking on day 15, wow, I really must have an alcohol and drug problem or I would be able to go home.  When I copped out, I told the cops what all Straight was doing to us and they laughed at me. When I got out, they took me straight to a psyco ward. The kids there would talk about movies they had seen or hit songs, they thought I was nutts cause I had not heard of any.  I wonder to this day, why the ward didnt do something. I heard the doctor tell my parents that Straight abused me. The doctor didnt even ask me if I was abused in Straight and I never told the ward I was abused why would I? the cops didnt believe me, but the doctor knew. My parents still didnt believe abuse happened. When I got home, and went to school, all the kids from school thought I had killed myself. We had no justice. At 13 years old, I used my voice and I did what I was supose to do, nobody listened. Where was cps? Where was my rights?


Thankyou Gah, You are so sweet.  America, the land of the free, home of the brave did not exist for you an' me.  In that sense I aint no patriot.  If America will literally, or even in spirit, sell out the rights of it's young, to rich corporate establishment types like the Semblers, who then take the profits they make raping the minds of defenseless American citizens and spread their oppression, their sickness, their oppresive disease to others, then I am against America.  The fact that the federal and local governments endorsed and financially supported $tr8 Inc. is enough to reveal the true character of the government to me.  They are a bunch of Fascists.  And I aint no patriot.  Fuck Authority!

Eudora,

We start by Decentralizing the federal government.  Then we create smaller and smaller municipalities.  Each independent municipality is autonomous but still economically connected to the others around it.  That way the citizens of each community and sub-culture can decide the laws that they will live by.  One small, autonomous municipality might want to say for example legalize marijuana for recreational and medicinal use.  Another might decide they think all fossil fuels should be outlawed or whatever and only human powered vehicles are legal in their county.  In other words: Way more power to the people and Fuck the Federales.

Of course the ultimate goal being the complete anihilation of representitve government, or any government at all, or at least very, very little...the less government the better, says I.  And if people truly believed in freedom they would never ever hurt anyone or commit a crime or use a person as a tool, because to do so would not only hurt them spiritually, but would give a pretext to Fascists to set up a government.  

$tr8 Inc is an obvious manifestation of the true values of our so-called "free", "open"and "democratic"society.  Our trouble is we know it and cannot ignore it.  Most everyone is asleep. Fuck Authority! I wish you peace.
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« Reply #7 on: July 24, 2006, 09:37:28 AM »
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Our trouble is we know it and cannot ignore it. Most everyone is asleep. Fuck Authority! I wish you peace.


Yeah, massive Cassandra complex. Don't know how to break through, ya know? I go upstairs and see on the tv that Israel is invading Lebanon. That's worse than it sounds. See, I was raised and educated by some very dedicated students of theology and history with a back beat from Crazy Mac to remind me that it's all fiction. But people believe the fiction and they act on their beliefs. It's over. Look around for the useful, necessary things that can be made w/ only the simplest tools and for the people w/ the skills and heart to keep making them.

I'm not shittin ya a bit. I really think it's coming upon the time when rediculous consumerist affects like personal computers hooked into a world wide network will sound like those stories our grandparents told about a day when 14 was the accepted age of majority and no fucker in his right mind would dare even suggest in this free land something like a license to travel, let alone roadside checkpoints; unbelievable, in other words.
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« Reply #8 on: July 25, 2006, 12:57:27 AM »
I think not remembering sucks more. But then, that's my lot. I checked out before I ever saw the inside of the building cause I knew pretty much what was coming. Went on auto pilot and I'm not at all sure I ever came back from that.

Right now, I'm just fed up w/ humans. I want to find a pack of wild dogs and join it.
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« Reply #9 on: July 25, 2006, 01:36:56 AM »
Quote from: ""starry-eyed pirate""
I didn't go to high school.  Not really.  I went to $tr8 instead.  I was pulled out of the middle of 10th grade and basically didn't see the light of day for about a year an' a half or so!  I copped-out 4 times, including once off 'a' 1st phase on my 64th day, but they always hunted me down and brought me back.

No charges, no representation. just imprisonment and mental distress.

Never was able to be friends with my old friends again.  By the time I got out of $tr8 for good they were all gone and I was way too fucked up anyway.  

I remember how angry I was, about day 15 or so, as I sat on front row fully comprehending the betrayal by my parents, and my country.  The rage that had no where to go.  The loneliness that overwhelmed me as I began to realize that no-one was going to help me.  

America, land of the law, not of the spirit.


Hmm, sounds a lot like my story...
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« Reply #10 on: July 25, 2006, 12:21:00 PM »
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jesus christ how do you remember all this shit.  I sit and think and think and think and all I can remember is the blue fucking chairs and the peanut butter and my "humbling" pants. how can you remember when u were there and how manydays before this and that and this happened and that happened and blah,blah,blah... un..fucking...believable..I go thru life every single day hoping. praying. that I am doing the right thing.  that I am making a positive difference. questioning every action.  every thought.  If had the clarity of thought that you have Pirate, who the hell knows what I would do?  I am not haunted by my memories.  I am haunted by my lack of memories.  WHICH IS WORSE?


So good to see you postin' again!  I've missed you around here.

How do I remember ??  How could I forget ??  When I say "day 15 or so", I mean generally right around that time.
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