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Posted by Toph on November 24, 2007, at 15:38:26
Mastering the Plan
God's chosen few
Spread near and far
Traditions strange to some
Find h*be and jew
Stuff in a car
Let's make their number noneAnd find the gays,
All f*gs and d*kes
They're rightly labelled queers
We'll end their ways
Reduce their likes
And quash our latent fearsLest we forget
The crazy ones
Who mutter, twitch and cry
You won't regret
So aim your guns
Insane and feable dieCull the herd
Of foreign genes
It weakens our pure race
Be brave, be sirred
And by all means
Now all will have my face
Posted by Toph on November 25, 2007, at 7:25:55
In reply to Impure Thoughts, posted by Toph on November 24, 2007, at 15:38:26
Posted by susan47 on November 28, 2007, at 18:58:16
In reply to ^^Sorry, trying to fix the typos printed it twice (nm), posted by Toph on November 25, 2007, at 7:25:55
Do it again, post it without the typos. You need to. Please, I want to print it off, and you need to do that for me...
hey, Toph.
Here's a secret .. put your hands on the keys, close your eyes, and write straight from inside .. the fingers go where they need to, it's like magic, it's pure magic. Did you compose this? Do you have it memorized? Can you write with your eyes closed? It's a secret ... my secret.
Shhh.
Posted by Toph on November 28, 2007, at 19:23:32
In reply to Toph, you are a poet, posted by susan47 on November 28, 2007, at 18:58:16
Yeah, I wrote it. Sunday morning, I think. I didn't sleep well and I was in an ugly mood, so I wanted to write something ugly. Then I worried after posting that people would think I am some sort of Nazi or something. I also worried that someone might actually agree with these thoughts.
Mastering the Plan
God's chosen few
Spread near and far
Traditions strange to some
Find h*be and jew
Stuff in a car
Let's make their number noneAnd find the gays,
All f*gs and d*kes
They're rightly labeled queers
We'll end their ways
Reduce their likes
And quash our latent fearsLest we forget
The crazy ones
Who mutter, twitch and cry
You won't regret
So aim your guns
Insane and feeble dieCull the herd
Of foreign genes
It weakens our pure race
Be brave, be stirred
And by all means
Now all will have my face
Posted by Toph on November 28, 2007, at 20:14:24
In reply to Toph, you are a poet, posted by susan47 on November 28, 2007, at 18:58:16
Last week I had to take custody of this junkie who wasn't taking his insulin and who had sliced himself up going through a window and who had this horribly infected hand from injecting himself between his fingers and who all the pushers hang around so they can steal his insulin needles. Anyway, I had to call his sister so that I could get into his apartment. I forced him into the hospital and the sister is like 12 years younger and kind of rough herself but she loves her older brother and she was so grateful that her brother was getting some help that she hugged me. It felt nice even though ethically I cant have any kind of relationship with her cause I'm married and love my wife and cause I'd lose my license. So yesterday we have the probable cause hearing at bedside and she gets appointed her brother's temporary guardian and she thinks I'm some kind of angel or something because no one helps junkies. After all the lawyers leave its just me and her and her brother and I give him a pep talk that this is probably his last chance to save himself and as a former Chicago fireman he should save himself like the countless other people and fire buddies he has pulled out of fires. All the time I keep looking at the sister and I am thinking how dead I have felt lately cause Im old and no one pays much attention to me and how maybe thats a good thing anyway cause I dont feel so hot anymore - ever, really, except that this sister is so attractive and she likes makes me feel kind of alive. So its time to go and she's thanking me profusely and I'm saying that its just my job when she reaches out her hand and something came over me, not something - desire, and I pull her toward me and we embrace and she kisses me on the cheek and we just cant seem to let go of each other like maybe she has been feeling dead lately also. Her brother laughs and asks if he should call the lawyers back. I say goodbye and go back to work. I've been thinking about her lately and even though nothing will come of this, its nice to know I'm not dead.
Remember, susan, when we used to talk about these things a long time ago?
Posted by susan47 on November 30, 2007, at 1:33:04
In reply to Hey, » susan47, posted by Toph on November 28, 2007, at 20:14:24
I do remember talking about these things, Toph, and I remember the feelings, and I still have them. I just have no person to share them with right now, but I will. I know I will. I will. And he will too, whoever he is. He will have his feelings to share with me. I don't know him yet, I guess .. but one day, I will. And I have a LOT of great, really Wonderful Feelings to share with someone. Some one. A One. One like no other, for me. (sigh, heavy effing sigh) .. so the feelings of passion, they're romantic, they go right to the orange chakra, and they vibrate so full of life, so full of warmth and excitement, desire for your own Living, desire for your Life to Be. To be what you truly, really Are, deep inside your heart where you hold yourself Sacred, Toph, Sacred because that's what you are.
We all are, some of us just refuse to live up to it. Whew, what a tough place this world is.
How beautiful though.
How full of life, full of loving Energy, energy which can be used to the Good.
Wow. You're a lucky guy, to have the capacity for these feelings. But don't hurt yourself, and don't hurt anyone else, without a great deal of love and understanding being attached to it all.
Do you know what?
I haven't forgotten.
Hey, Toph. Go forth and be Happy.
Mwah, baby.
Posted by susan47 on November 30, 2007, at 1:36:39
In reply to Re: Thoughts » susan47, posted by Toph on November 28, 2007, at 19:23:32
Posted by Toph on November 30, 2007, at 18:58:57
In reply to Re: Hey, Toph, posted by susan47 on November 30, 2007, at 1:33:04
Sage advice sweet girl of a thousand emotions. Its safe now. I just have to channel this passion into the right direction. But again, it seemed that I needed a jolt, a stimulus, a lust to awaken the dormant animal within. We all need a little validation every now and then.
Maybe you should sample some of the chocolates while waiting to discover your favorite filling.
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