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Anonymous:
well, pfc has no trouble getting in the news, http://www.post-trib.com/news/1372554,drugsmain.article
How they can deny a parent from talking to their son, in private, for over 220 days is just really criminal. :beat: :beat: :beat: :beat:
Anonymous:
--- Quote from: "FemanonFatal2.0" --- How far does the death count need to climb before people start recognizing this as a VERY important issue that SHOULD be widely covered in order to become public knowledge.
--- End quote ---
I used to think that if they only knew, if they only listened to our stories then something would be done. "People" would care. It wasn't and isn't the case. "People" don't view it the way we do. "People" believe that something needs to be done with all these "out of control kids". Adolescence is viewed in a pathological sense and until THAT changes, no one is going to really do anything. Nothing that really has any teeth, or lasting results. Teenage drug use, pregnancy, drinking etc. are all down and have been going down for a while now. But you don't hear about that. You hear about the crazed teen addicts that end up deadinsaneorinjail. They've got an "anonymous" self help group for everything now. Even survivors are warning us, HERE of all places, not to write about the cult aspects of AA. Because we might "do someone someone serious harm by talking them out of seeking help". Most people think it's perfectly OK to force a kid, or an adult for that matter, into treatment. Because, afterall, it's "for their own good". Sure, when they hear of Aaron Bacon or Martin Anderson, they all shake their heads and talk about what a shame it is that THAT place was abusive. They don't see it as systematically flawed or wrong or abusive. They see it as just a few of those bad apples that need to be weeded out and then all will be well. They don't understand that ALL of it is wrong. And dangerous. And abusive. And thought reform. "People" are looking for an answer. Any answer.
Not all drug users are abusers. Not all teenagers need help. Most don't, but that's not the impression you get "out there". Fear is a very powerful motivator and they've been wielding that weapon for decades now.
Anonymous:
Teen Pig is an urban adolescent
His complexion of margarine
Is wet and waxy
His stride
Like a budding creator/destroyer
A baggie full of killerweed
In his left hand
A pipebomb
In his righteous frostbite fist
He jerks off in traffic jams
He crashes parties
He blacks out
He foreshadows his adult life
Reading firearms magazines
His conscience
Is locked in a storage bin
His point is this:
"I'm the rumpled infant casualty
Of the sexual revolution
The drug explosion
The computer age
The broken home
The nuclear phantom
I hate art
And I hate you"
When the novelty
Of the latest centerfold wears off
When she's worn out
And she stops writhing
Under on top of around
Teen pig's sweaty mind
He imagines he's breaking in
And entering the high-security compound
He sneaks miles underground
Until he finds the humid heart
Of the complex
He spins the wheel on the airtight door..
He enters the chamber
The platform at the center
Is carved and gilded
Black lights and candles
Light up the looming missile
The alpha is painted on one fin
An omega on the second
And "NOTHING IS EASY" on the third..
Teen Pig stuffs the nosecone
With dogwood blossoms
Engraved on the missile's barrel chest
Are these words:
BURN DOWN THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE
STRIP THE BARK FROM THE TREE OF LIFE
MUTILATE THE GINSENG
He interprets the passage
As a command to masturbate
He spits in his palm and smears the metal rocket
He kneels and presses his cock against it
It's warm
Give them some time alone
He's worshipping the only way he knows how
There are four iron-clad books on the floor
One at north south east and west
The eastern book is a photo album
Of the mutant offspring of the survivors
Of Hiroshima and Nagasaki
The western book is a roll call
Of America's missing children
In dreams generations of Japanese freaks
Weep and dance arm in arm
With our own raped and abused innocent babies
The missile and others like it
Is the syphilis
That makes Teen Pig slowly go insane
Like a virus in a schoolyard --
You get well and give it to someone else
They get over it and give it back to you
The north book is an artist's rendering
Of earth-paradise in the dinosaur age
Premammal and everything in its place
The south book contains Voyager's photos of Mars
Red dust tattered atmosphere shrinking ice caps
The war planet
Teen pig says "Give me liberty AND give me death"
He's bulletproof worldproof romanceproof
The stoned youth
Under a board under a mound of fist-sized rocks
Flat out on a cool slab
Press your palm against his breast
Slip your hand down his pants
Activate him resuscitate him
The stoned becomes stone
Teen Pig shouts "I know we're all sisters and brothers --
That's why we're killing one another!"
Give me liberty then let me oppress
Seize the savage promised land
We'll pave our nation with gems and precious eggshell
When the nuclear bomb explodes
There is only the smell of cinnamon and saffron
Our proudest technological achievement
Will tear all technology down
See the beauty in it?
The missile is divine justice
It is the emergency brake
PULL IT!
Wicked human weather
Climb the suspended sky
I'm giddy and erect
With the sensation of catastrophe
If you can't disarm --
EXPLODE!
Anonymous:
--- Quote from: "Teen Pig" ---Teen Pig is an urban adolescent
His complexion of margarine
Is wet and waxy
His stride
Like a budding creator/destroyer
A baggie full of killerweed
In his left hand
A pipebomb
In his righteous frostbite fist
He jerks off in traffic jams
He crashes parties
He blacks out
He foreshadows his adult life
Reading firearms magazines
His conscience
Is locked in a storage bin
His point is this:
"I'm the rumpled infant casualty
Of the sexual revolution
The drug explosion
The computer age
The broken home
The nuclear phantom
I hate art
And I hate you"
When the novelty
Of the latest centerfold wears off
When she's worn out
And she stops writhing
Under on top of around
Teen pig's sweaty mind
He imagines he's breaking in
And entering the high-security compound
He sneaks miles underground
Until he finds the humid heart
Of the complex
He spins the wheel on the airtight door..
He enters the chamber
The platform at the center
Is carved and gilded
Black lights and candles
Light up the looming missile
The alpha is painted on one fin
An omega on the second
And "NOTHING IS EASY" on the third..
Teen Pig stuffs the nosecone
With dogwood blossoms
Engraved on the missile's barrel chest
Are these words:
BURN DOWN THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE
STRIP THE BARK FROM THE TREE OF LIFE
MUTILATE THE GINSENG
He interprets the passage
As a command to masturbate
He spits in his palm and smears the metal rocket
He kneels and presses his cock against it
It's warm
Give them some time alone
He's worshipping the only way he knows how
There are four iron-clad books on the floor
One at north south east and west
The eastern book is a photo album
Of the mutant offspring of the survivors
Of Hiroshima and Nagasaki
The western book is a roll call
Of America's missing children
In dreams generations of Japanese freaks
Weep and dance arm in arm
With our own raped and abused innocent babies
The missile and others like it
Is the syphilis
That makes Teen Pig slowly go insane
Like a virus in a schoolyard --
You get well and give it to someone else
They get over it and give it back to you
The north book is an artist's rendering
Of earth-paradise in the dinosaur age
Premammal and everything in its place
The south book contains Voyager's photos of Mars
Red dust tattered atmosphere shrinking ice caps
The war planet
Teen pig says "Give me liberty AND give me death"
He's bulletproof worldproof romanceproof
The stoned youth
Under a board under a mound of fist-sized rocks
Flat out on a cool slab
Press your palm against his breast
Slip your hand down his pants
Activate him resuscitate him
The stoned becomes stone
Teen Pig shouts "I know we're all sisters and brothers --
That's why we're killing one another!"
Give me liberty then let me oppress
Seize the savage promised land
We'll pave our nation with gems and precious eggshell
When the nuclear bomb explodes
There is only the smell of cinnamon and saffron
Our proudest technological achievement
Will tear all technology down
See the beauty in it?
The missile is divine justice
It is the emergency brake
PULL IT!
Wicked human weather
Climb the suspended sky
I'm giddy and erect
With the sensation of catastrophe
If you can't disarm --
EXPLODE!
--- End quote ---
Here? Really? The other one isn't enough?
Anonymous:
--- Quote ---Here? Really? The other one isn't enough?
--- End quote ---
Huh? :on phone:
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