HibearnationThe young and chunky Ashleigh Alter sits at home in her feety pajamas, reading her brand new book about bears. She had been given a few new books to keep her mind off food, as her parents, Mr. and Mr. Alter, wanted Ashleigh to go on a diet after Halloween and Thanksgiving, as she was starting to get “a potbelly” from eating too much. She thought that was dumb, but her new books were fun so she was glued to them. On that too-quiet afternoon in early December, she lounges, enraptured by her new book. She reads about how red pandas are not in fact bears, but some funny word she can’t figure out how to say out loud, and her eyes light up when she gets to the chapter about hibernation.So every now and then when it got cold, bears would gobble up lots of food then take a big nap. She thinks to herself.A wicked little smile opens up her deceptively angelic face. Running to the kitchen, she stumbles. Instead of falling on her face, she barrels onward into the kitchen on all
Tragic Comparisons!Ya know how people get upset about irresponsible Holocaust comparisons? In addition to it being well...fucked up to make irresponsible Holocaust comparisons, it's been done, people. To keep your shit fresh, I've got a list of things that were also terrible, but are fresh (as in, not over-done) enough to make you look all clever and original for referring to. This list will grow over time as I become more aware of various shtuff. This list contains various things, ranging in severity from bad movies to mass murder, so there is a bit of...morbid humor in play. Still, you'll appreciate being able to make more motley (and occasionally apt) comparisons, and you'll stop attracting those pesky Holocaust deniers, so ya know, that's a plus. Might contain some controversial entries, but this list is meant to be cherry-picked from anyway, so you don't have to agree with every item to use it. I would recommend reading up a bit on whichever event you would use in your
A Lengthy Reply, Race and Right-WingersSince these are popular and fun, here's another post that got long enough to take journal form! Normally us lefties, especially those of us who care about social issues, just tell people we're not there to educate 'em. joeisbadass was displaying some...err, lack of knowledge (or just denial) of some basic realities n' shit, so here's some my uhm, reply. The original comment stream that lead to this can be found here. ---So, you didn't find an actual racial quota. So it's like "voter fraud", one of those imaginary right-wing boogeymen used to justify bigoted nonsense. Got it. :33*beat*What? You literally couldn't show me one. That's like asking me to believe in unicorns because you'll stab me if I don't. Moving on~...Like, do I need to spell this out? Honestly, in 2014. *sigh* One thing y'all on the political right just either don't understand, or don't want to, is that us leftycakes
Comical CodeAnother reply journal? LE GASP! This one is to SionnaDehr, replying to this. ---Children can separate fantasy violence from real violence very easily. I would know, I was a child until about about two months ago (as of this posting).Okay, I read it now. x3 I assumed due to...Texan conservatism, you'd be more on the side of...well, do I have to spell it out? Book-burning, book banning, censorship, obscenity laws, and other nonsensical restrictions of free speech. And yes, I know that particular reflex is "unfair"; but then I hear about some one trying to burn Qur'ans, or I remember that Scopes trials...yep. There is enough of a history that I am allowed to be suspicious.Not every right-winger is in favor of censorship, that's a given; but it's not like none are. Why do I have a knee-jerk reaction? I'll lay it out. Have you ever read an old scho
EstellaI had a girl once,before she died.she was pale and thinand sunken-eyedwith thin white lipsand raven hairand anger hiddenin her amber stare.She came to mewhen I was alonewith heartache riddled,mind of stoneshe played to meher desperate songsand kept me aliveall winter long.And through it all,though she tore at me,there was nowhere elseI hoped to be...She was an orphanof wide-open spaceschild of bookshelvesmy empty placesI granted her solacehere in my heartalthough life had begunto wrench it apartShe played to my torment,self-created anguishthe parts of my bodybeginning to languishand I kept her there safein my haze of regretthe sole consolationI could hope to getAnd she kept me alive,but she kept me asleep,down under the raftersmy sorrow so deep.And still over time,I began to rebelI began to see real lifenot as living hellbut she sulked in my cornersstared storm clouds at me"We're worthless," she said,"And it's all we will be.
ZenSometimesIn the zen gardenRocks contemplate people
Broken momentsSitting beside the windowTwisting a strand of hairThinking of those broken momentsWhich no magic can repairIt seems like just nowYou whispered something about loveIt took me to up to the skyAmong singing and dancing dovesOh how can I forgetThat smile, that blushWhich only and only your voice could bringNo matter I was in what rushBut then fate came inTore me from withinSmashed and thrashed the dying meAnd left no way for light to come inI should have knownHappiness isn’t for meI never get what I long forNo matter how much I pleaSo now I have to move onOr at least I would tryBecause this world never bears a weaklingJust leaves it to die.
The Melting PointI. DRESS CODEIt's been another long and rather grueling Friday at work, but I'm riding on an adrenaline rush as I pull into our driveway. I've been planning tonight's surprise all week, and everything seems to be coming together perfectly.When I walk in the door, there's my beautiful girl lounging on the couch, listening to her iPod and blowing on her freshly polished fingernails to dry them. The table is littered with wrappers from chocolate bars and snack cakes. She gives me a coy smile.I gently tug out the earbuds and kiss her cheek. "Hey, gorgeous. I missed you today.""I missed you too, baby ... what's in the bag?""Didn't I tell you we're going out for dinner?" I ask innocently.She raises an eyebrow. "You most certainly did not.""Oh! Well, we are, and I can't have you going out wearing that, can I?"She sits up a bit straighter, and we both look down at her silky nightie. It's undeniably snug, with smears of chocolate milkshake around her cleavage, and her soft, sag