I think the death penalty is an example of logic vs emotion.

Or Spock vs. the wild west.


In accusing we lose something when we kill legally or not.

I could not kill someone or want to be connected with legal killing.

It is against a principle that is more sacred to me.

Look!

Americans by and large are large.

We have large sizes in almost everything and very huge people walking across the earth,

So we feel not ashamed of how immense we are since it shows we are also very amazing humans

There is great dignity in being whatever and take that from just me and I and thou must am whom

So,

If we are to be greater there needs to be a show like never before,

With such splendor as to cause big to get bigger

This most amazing creature to plaster in pixel

There is nothing like it or us anywhere

Americans by and large are large.

I doubt that "Critical Mass" is just a theory.


I refuse to believe that it is the end of science.

What an awful thing to say even if it true!

Will this wild ride ever end..

Perhaps, maybe
when it does,
You shall see

But can you kiss me now
Can you show me you love

Nay I can not
For it would only show my desires

Have you the power
Can you remember
To hold me tight
Close to you
To be kind
And tender?

Nay,
The bridge is burnt down
There is nothing left now
And fire is not fun
When the burn come!

Oh my love
No please come

See me someday
Perhaps you may

Oh darkness, suffering and pain
Hard to see
But let it rain
Let it rain!

I object to mass conformity that punishes those that are different..

Otherwise mass conformity is totally awesome!

Taming and loving..


Don't eat peoples money!

I know you do!

Like cutting leaves of me!

Stealing with that winning feeling

You say you can do

Like popping green pills

While grooving flashy things

And gold plated luxury

Hey you disrupting Hoes

Pimps and average Joes

Is it enough when its enough

Some kind of crazy cult

Ha ha!




I'm hitting threes yet again!

How can this be?!

IM spinning dreams up

The collapse of oozing love

I swear I make landscapes

Almost yummy enough

YET!

Can a person use a public bathroom and change their asexuality at the same time!

You decide right now!

In my life I saw a slam poetry scene go so low as that the loudest and angriest poems were consistent winners!



Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!