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  Heh-HAH !![ This Message was edited by: starry-eyed pirate on 2005-10-09 08:51 ]

i was thinkin' about how Fucked Up the World is.

i was Drivin' home at twilite down through the west Appalachian hills.  Alone in my truck through a country of coal and farms.  There was a single bright star(pro'ly Venus) in the west jus' above where the Sun went down.  Did ya see it ??

i was thinkin' just then about misbehavers' words today.  Thinkin' what must be goin' on over there.  Some Fucked Up Shit !!

i remember how when i was copped out i was hunted by the world.  How i talked to some cop from a payphone at 7/11 and then had to bolt.  The cops were hunting me.

i thought about the Board.  
i hope DOC SLOW gets his Fuckin' money back.
Ex-Prisoner is fierce and i want her on my side.
Misbehaver. Take care of yourself(somehow i know you will)
i wonder if the anonymous flirt, Sweet Vengeance  wants me to take her to the Mayan ruins in the jungles of Belize.
i'm thinkin' of joinin' The Red Temple Cult.

The World is so Fucked Up.


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If you would have justice in this world, then begin to see that a human being is not a means to some end.  People are not commodities.  When human beings are just to one another government becomes obsolete and real freedom is born; SPIRITUAL ANARCHY.[ This Message was edited by: starry-eyed pirate on 2005-09-27 18:27 ]

A scene from "Conan the Barbarian" by L. Sprague De Camp and Lin Carter:

"A red sun glared down upon a scene of desolation.  A level plain of chalky soil, as white as new fallen snow, stretched away in all directions.  Above the ground like sheeted ghosts, waves of heat danced a dance of death, shimmering in the motionless air; while from the barren soil, the traveller-had any ventured along this trackless waste-would have found his natural repugnance reinforced by the metallic smell of unfamilliar compounds.

Above this stark wasteland towered the Tree of Woe, a twisted, black monstrosity, with leafless branches clawing at the sky.  Once, perhaps, it had been a noble shade tree, gentle to man and beast.  Now it was a gaunt and spiny skeleton, a thing of evil.

High on the black trunk hung Conan the Barbarian"(-whose village had been massacred when he was jus' a boy.  After his village was destroyed and his parents killed before his eyes he was sold into slavery and forced to learn the savage art of the pit fighter to survive.-) "His naked body bore a powdering of chalk dust and dried blood, through which runnels of sweat carved their way.  His tangled hair fell ropelike around his battered face, a cracked and sunburnt mask in which only the eyes lived.  They were the angry, burning eyes of a trapped and dying beast

Ropes tightly bound, confined his arms to a pair of widespread boughs.  Other ropes held his legs and thighs firmly against the rough bark of the tree.  Cruel as were these thongs, far crueler were the pair of slender nails, whose square cut heads pinioned the palms of his hands to the branches against which his arms were bound.

How many hours had passed since Dooms' guards had inflicted this savage punishment upon him, Conan did not know.  His mind was numbed by pain; his periods of rational consciousness intermittent.  Thirst tormented him without respite; and the relentless rays of the sun tore at his burning flesh.  Nothing broke the monotony of agony save the shadows of vultures, drifting on lazy wings against the merciless sun, as they waited for him to die and furnish them a feast.  These birds of prey seemed to be the only other living creatures in all the chalky waste...."

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As i endured the torment that was Str8 inc i often fantasized that the program would be shut down.  It occurs to me now that some of you might have experienced this; my fantasy as a reality.  i know that the Springfield program moved first to Columbia,MD for a year or so before it got shut down.  So i am wonderin' how it felt to see the decline and fall of the beast ??  Did enrollment slack off ??  Were phasers transferred to other Str8s ??  Was the group harder to control ??  Did the rules become harder to enforce ??  What was the vibe in the air ??

Fuck did it get late on me  But we were jus' gettin' into it.  For real, i don' care if ya got criticism for me.  Teach me somethin'.  i aint sayin' kill me.  Jus' ya know...

There was a small article in the local paper about 4 kids who recently stole a jeep and escaped from a Vision Quest program in Venango Co., PA!!!!!!  More power to 'em i say.  God bless those kids and i hope they never get caught. ::cheers::  :skull:  :skull:  :skull:

i was in str8 85-87 and i am wonderin' if Daytop is/was an offshoot of Synanon.  Does anyone have an answer ??  Any information anyone can provide on this subject is greatly appreciated.

i am also wonderin' if any Daytop staff or former clients were ever on staff at the Seed in FLA.  Does anyone know ??