Issue Fourteen October
1999
The Intro
Greetings from The Last! This would be officially, the first issue of the 1999-00 school year. Somethings have changed a little over the summer. As you might have seen from the cover, we have no P.O. Box. This was due to the fact that our payment was a little late. So, until we get a new one, there will be no snail mail address, but we’re pretty sure by the next issue we have will have one. So, if you sent something there, and we know you didn’t, and got it back, that would be why. Other than that, you know the drill: exercise your right to free speech and speak your mind through The Last.
And now on to our top 5 list of terms of female masturbation:
5. Reading in Braille
4. Roughing up the suspect
3. Giving yourself the finger
2. Dialing “0” on the little pink telephone
And the #1 term for female masturbation is.....
1. Beaver bashin’
In Theory...
High school dating. Isn’t it great? Actually, to me it’s very complicated. You would think that girls would choose guys who are nice to them and treat them with respect. Guys who don’t cheat on them and they could actually have a nice conversation with. Not that case in high school though. High school girls are weird. A fellow colleague and I have attributed this to the Cocky Theory.
The Cocky Theory states that a guy who is cocky will get girls, as long as they are half way cool with the “popular” crowd and aren’t completely ugly.
See, we think that this false sense of confidence attracts girls. We don’t know exactly how, because neither me or my friend do this to “trick” girls into dating us. I personally have come up with two more theories with girls, Theory 1 (The Immature girl theory) and Theory 2 (The Mature girl theory).
Theory 1 states that an immature girl will very much so let a guy hit her or do whatever he wants with her, as long as she can brag to friends about his cool car or how hot he is. The girl is short on wanting a guy who actually treats her right and respects her.
Theory 2 states that a mature girl will look beyond, but not exclude looks, and look for a guy who will treat her nice and treat her like a lady, instead of like trash. She has no need to brag to her friends about his cool car, etc., but rather what he can do for her emotionally.
And of course, all of us being in high school, doesn’t allow for very many mature girls. We both think that we are ahead of our time for thinking of these theories. That is the only reason we can think of, as to why a lot of girls get treated like shit and take it, and why a lot of guys act like a fuck, and get girls.
Provocative
I did a little experiment this week. I dressed in a provocative, little, glittery dress. The response was immensely overwhelming, I got attention from people who never usually even look in my direction. It was very intriguing. Not only did a bunch of ghetto ass guys comment on my revealing drab, but the preppy bitches took note of the expensive looking material. Even my teachers took notice of me on this day. It was as though I was a new student that everyone was curious about. It baffled me that one little dress could attract so much attention to me. The next day I was back to my normal t-shirt and jeans. I didn’t get even a glimpse from any of the people who had paid so much attention to me the day before. This just goes to show how shallow and egotistic the majority of the people at this school are. I think society promotes this sort of behavior, All you have to do is turn on the television to know this is true. So keep in mind, for a cheap thrill show a little ass.
Passing Thoughts
While walking through the hallways of Greenfield High School
Another
year, at Greenfield High School. My last. The other day I was waltzing through the hallways, when a sudden thought occurred to me. This school is old. Then I started wondering about all the events that ever took place at that dreadful hole, (Greenfield High School) Deaths? I only know of two. It was a boy his senior year on the gymnastics team. Practicing after school fell off the uneven bars and broke his neck, it was instant. That happened right in our very own weight room. I wonder
if under those black mats are blood stains? Sorry, very morbid thought. That was in 1975. The other was a C.D. kid who suffered from a heart attack in the school pool. By this time I’m feeling pretty eery, and I’m scared.
I don’t like death. It scares me. Sometimes I don’t like attending school because of all the bad things that have happened and all the crazy folks out there. If you want to die take only yourself, not others. Not that I’m promoting suicide. I hate suicide. I don’t want to die, I feel that I have to live and do something in this world even if
it’s not that important it will be important to me. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to have to die from some crazy circumstance, like walking down the road and
being in the line of fire of a gun. I don’t even live in a bad neighborhood. What’s the matter with me? Are these normal thoughts that normal people have? I have them all to often.
Back to the topic of the school. People have probably done a lot of crazy sick things in our school, like have sex in the bathroom. Yuck! It was finished being built in 1958. They actually started school before it was finished being built. During classes of 1958 people had to put up with ungodly temperatures and loud noises. But I bet the best part of the school was the cows.
The cows were in a field. On the east side of the building (those of you who don’t
know your directions that is on the side were the baseball field is and were our
soccer players practice.) I guess cows used to escape into the football field.
I love cows. If I were in school when the cows were there I would sit and look
at them and pet them. Do you know what they used to make the homecoming king and
queen wear when they were crowned? A big, ugly, green and gold cape made out of
disgusting material. I say we still make the homecoming king and queen
wear them. That would be hilarious.
Do you guys know that our school doesn’t quite meet the health requirements because of all the asbestos that’s all over the place. In the lower locker room. In that place that’s by the auditorium, and the music rooms it’s way in the back of a band practice room. There’s a room behind there that leads down to the carcinogenic stuff. What do you think is in that hole that is in the floor that’s right by the steps that come down from the cafeteria? Their are little odd passages all over the place that I’m sure is where that stuff floats around. Our school is a hazard.
I love how our school board can make the right decisions, all the time. You know how, the chemistry rooms need improvement badly, I mean to the point were Ben Franklin could walk into the room and the only thing that he would be impressed with would be the fluorescent lights! And instead we get a new track! Hmmmm, is there something wrong? Yes.
Greenfield High School is certainly interesting. Our school might of at one time been great, but those years are long gone. I should do something to make it better, but I’m only one person and seeing how somethings are fascist.... At least I have my freedom of speech which some people at the Greenfield establishment don’t like and would like to take away in a heart beat. Too bad, they can’t. I have the same rights as an American citizen as they do. That’s why I love The Last. Well perhaps I should end my rant now. Remember submit to The Last and keep it great.
My Dream
I just had the most disturbing dream that I’ve ever had. It started out that I was baby-sitting for a little boy, no older than six years of age. I started to tell him a dark, little story. The story was about a man. A beastly, nasty man. This man was kept in the basement of his brother’s house and he was never allowed out of the basement. Not only was he ugly as sin, he also did nasty things to children. I have no idea where this story was coming from, but the words just flowed out of my mouth, in the dream of course. I couldn’t stop telling this story about the nasty man. I didn’t want to tell it. It was so bad that the little boy began to cry out of fright. He was suddenly scared of me and begged me to stop telling the story. I just told it louder, so he could hear it over his crying. There were loud foot steps coming from the back of the house so I began to shout the story, telling him more of the horrid man.
All of the sudden the nasty man from the story appeared in the room. He started after the little boy, so the boy tried to run. I chased after the little boy, still telling the story. Behind me was the man, and behind the man came a huge flood of water; out of nowhere. The water flushed the man away, and started to flush me and the boy away as well. The little boy screamed for me to help him, so I went over to him. I grabbed hold of him, but instead of holding him high up to breathe, I used his body as a floaty, so I could hold my own body up to breathe. That’s when I woke up. I’m kind of scared to read any deeper into this dream cause I’m afraid of what it might mean. What do you think?
The Good Ol' Days
I remember the good ole days as I sometimes refer to them. The good ole days were when the local school newspaper came out once a month. I am not talking about The Express, I am talking about everybody’s favorite The Last. Remember, about 2 years ago when the very hilarious newspaper was delivered once a month by a smiling delivery person. I noticed last year there were hardly enough issues to go around. Was it funding? Was it lack of material? Or was there something deeper? Well, I don’t want to see this happen again this year, so I recommend that you start annoying the management of this great paper for your monthly issue! It doesn’t have to be a full issue, if there is a lack of content. We, the readers, just want something to laugh about for 10 minutes once a month to forget our problems and enter a happy place of people whining and freaky poems. Maybe there is a good article once and a while. But it’s just the principle of the paper to publish monthly. So raise your hands and shout, “MORE LAST PLEASE!!!” Thank you, this concludes my article.
UW-Parkside
Here is my chance, after 3 years of service to the paper to talk about my college. As you may know, Richard Hoyt, the greatest person to ever write for this lowly paper now goes to college. I just want everyone that is concerned about me to know how I am doing. I am really enjoying it down here. I have a job at the Union working on audio/visual stuff. I am doing great in all my classes (many of which are quite difficult). My room is still quite neat considering I have been down here about a month. That’s all, you may now stop worrying and realize that I am doing just fine out in the great land of Kenosha.
Richard Hoyt
Experimenting
I realize in high school, as high school kids, experimenting with sex, drugs, and alcohol comes along with the territory. Before I realized this, I was always an outsider. I saw my friends drinking and hearing them talk about sex. I guess this prompted me to have sex and drink. I was curious. I felt left out. Don’t me wrong though, I would NEVER do any drug besides alcohol. I’ve been asked many times, and every time was a no. Drugs do not interest me at all.
I had first had sex at the age of 16. It was really weird. It was cool though, because I was doing it with someone I really loved. Maybe not love, because love is a very complicated word for a teenage mind to understand, but I definitely felt something. I remember not knowing what to do exactly, I mean, I knew what to do, but the details and stuff. But since my partner was also a virgin, it felt more comfortable.
To tell you the truth, I didn’t really like sex the first time I had it. I didn’t really feel anything because of the condom. But after a while, I learned some “techniques” and it went really well. But then something happened that made me realize a lot about life and how you should treat it.
That something, was my girlfriend being “late”. I never thought about what the consequences might be for what I was doing. I forgot that I was meddling with things I can’t control. We ALWAYS used condoms. We wanted to do it right and be safe. Well, it turned out that she was late a week, and that sometimes that happens with girls who have sex.
Her being late taught me a lesson I’ll never forget. Experimenting with sex was fun while it lasted, but I don’t want that now. I still like to be sexual, but just not have sex.
I know some people that have sex and don’t use condoms, or claim they don’t need to because she’s on “the pill,” but I know they are not making wise decisions. I am not here to preach about abstinence, but I think everyone is interested in the pleasure, but not interested in what could prevail.
Slowly
Slowly, Slowly the day will fade
Into a dark, mystical night.
My eyes will widen and
My senses will become alive.
The moon-drenched earth, too complex to comprehend,
will crawl with nocturnal significance.
To take that breath of night, just once,
would be satisfaction.
-Drew-
Lonely Mainstream
Princess
Being held captive by her soul
Conquering her only goal
Indulging in her enemy
Appears the same as you or me
Finding out who she is
By giving it to what takes not gives
Suppressed anger burns inside
Leading to her last good byes
The media is all to blame
She was beaten by their game
The Dumb Guy
Unfortunately, I have moved away from the area, but I do receive various updates about your favorite recurring The Last character “The Dumb Guy”. I just wanted to bring you up to date about our friend if you haven’t been following this story. Article one was about him swallowing a nickel, and as a result, he lost his girlfriend. Article number 2: A happy birthday shout to The Dumb Guy for turning 19 years old and still being in high school. Well, that brings us to today’s article. Last I heard, The Dumb Guy still had not received his high school diploma. That might not be the case anymore, but I haven’t heard any different. I also just received this information from a source, that he has no phone. Now this could be because A) He can’t afford it, B) He broke his last one and hasn’t bought a new one yet, or C) He had to get rid of it because he kept getting calls from all his The Last fans. Also, he managed to spill gallons of water on his computer. No, it wasn’t an accident. He actually overclocked and over heated his computer, so he needed to cool it. Logically he uses Tupperware, water, and an elaborate hose method to try to cool it down. It breaks and proceeds to wreck all of his work on the board.
That’s all I know, so from hear on out, this is just fiction. The Dumb Guy has moved up in the world swallowing quarters, but the only problem is they tickle on the way down because the edges are ridged. Furthermore, he has been living off his secret stash of mashed potatoes he took from his former workplace. Finally, he has given his blood for money, but they refuse to accept it because of high levels of lard and bong residue in his veins. Enjoy the Dumb Guy and plan to be at his 20th birthday in his High School Freshman Gym Class. That celebration will be a big one!
Teachers
What’s with the Conspiracy? Why does Greenfield High School “nonchalantly” force out the great teachers and then hire new, unexperienced teachers that they remove only weeks after school begins? Nobody seems to know. Yet I think it is very important that we should have a good learning environment. How can we do that if we have to deal with a different substitute teacher every day? If they wouldn’t have pushed those exceptional teachers out of our school in the first place, we wouldn’t have to deal with this tiring process of adjusting to new subs. Who decides that these teachers should go, and when they do, do they consider the students’ well being? Last year there was a hand-full of teachers that decided to retire. Was it totally their decision or were there people form the administration that helped them make their final decision? I think we as students can help and try to prevent this from happening again by: going to school board meetings with fellow students and parents who agree with us. We can also address the school improvement team. Let’s try to put this to an end. Take an active part in your education.
Whack Ass
Has anyone else noticed how many foreign students we have in our school? This alone doesn’t bother me, but they are taking advantage of our “whack ass” school system. A school system that expels hard working students and continues to take in students who generally don’t do anything. Almost all of my classes are filled with Bosnian students. Once again, that alone doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is how I have worked my ass off the last 4 or 5 years to get where I am, and be in the classes I am in. All of a sudden people from another country come into our school and are inserted into my classes. If they were intelligent enough to handle those classes it would be OK, but the students I have been around are not! In my opinion they should go back to their country. For those of you who don’t know (as I didn’t) there is war in Bosnia. I’m sorry but you don’t deserve to go back and live in free land if you don’t stay there and earn it. If there was a war in the U.S., fact is I would be drafted and would fight for my country. I wouldn’t run away like some little pussy. What is wrong with throwing rocks with your country? Why must we take in this countries victims? I’m sick of big brother USA. I never voted yes to being the fucking world police. Yet I have to pay taxes and deal with “uh, umm, I don’t know how to say uh umm answer?” They should get back on their piss soaked wooden crate and float back to their country. I’m sick of my classes being held back so that we can get a Bosnian interpretation of things from one Bosnian student to another. ONCE AGAIN, I DO NOT DISLIKE BOSNIAN PEOPLE!
T-Shirt
To start out this story, I was just messing around at my hellhole of a school. This school of mine purports to be “lutheran” high school that supposedly teaches “values” to the students. However, I was just minding my own business and wearing my favorite Metallica shirt. This one had the great logo of, “birth, school, Metallica, death.” Unfortunately, this brought me to the attention to one of the jocks that inhabit the hall. This person thought that they could strike a blow against those evil people that were trying to bring down that great institution of high school. So he loudly said, “Dude, you’re wearing a Metallica shirt? You’re going to hell.” I replied to this by saying that he was wrong, taking the polite approach, he said again that I was going to hell. At this point I was getting pissed. He kept saying stupid shit like that and I slowly felt myself getting more and more pissed. I was feeling like breaking his face, but I restrained myself. All this bullshit that I have to put up with is making me want to take like 5 of my friends, round up these dumbasses and just beat the shit out of them with a walrus. But I have found that there is one teacher that I can express these feelings to and she is in total agreement with me on all of these previous points, which is one redeeming feature of the school year thus far.
Why I Like School
I like school because it’s peachy perfect keen. I like to go to school because the teachers put jocks above everyone else. I like school because preppy bitches act as though they run school. I like school because no one values diversity or independence. But what I like most about school is the food. (There’s just a little bullshit in all of the above.)
Respect?
I’m sick of hearing, you can’t do this until you’re sixteen, you can’t do that until you’re 18. To me, age has nothing to do with anything. I personally hate keeping track of time, so keeping track of how old you are really seems ridiculous to me. I respect people because of their experience, not because of their age and I am tired of not being respected because of my age, when because of my experiences I have so mush to offer. For instance, I’ve lived all over this country and no one seems to take notice of that. Another thing, I have felt discrimination against whites by blacks first hand (it’s kind of hard not to when 99% of the schools population is black), but they’d rather believe a professor who merely studies this kind of thing.
I am by no means racial or judgemental, I do not even hate the people that hate me, but I don’t necessarily respect them. That’s how I feel about adults, I don’t always necessarily respect them, especially if they’re pompous assholes that expect me to because they’re older than I am. To me, being older than I am just means that you’ll die before I do, nothing else.
Today we had a speaker come in and talk about how she screwed up her life because her cousin sexually abused her. I’m sorry, that is a sad story and all, but who would be idiot to hurt themselves when they’ve already been hurt. I guess the main thing that bugged me most about her though was that she assumed no one had gone through the amount of pain and suffering that she had gone through. I honestly felt like telling her about my life. She only had one person sexually abuse her? I had three! She was ignored by her peers? So was I! Forgive my ranting and raving, but you see where I’m coming from now don’t you?
Personally, I don’t think it’s fair to deny an intelligent, responsible fifteen year-old the rights an idiotic, irresponsible 16 year-old that you wouldn’t trust to walk your imaginary dog; has without question.
Till next time my lovlies
M.K.R
Happy Endings
I walked into English class today actually looking forward to it for once. We were supposed to discuss a short story we were assigned to read from the night before. The story was called “Happy Endings”. If you’re in Mrs. Shumway’s English 10 then you probably know what I’m talking about. Well anyway, as class started the teacher told us that we were not going to be discussing the story, nor would we be getting a grade on the review we each had to write about it. She explained to us that someone was offended by the story.
Whatever! One person couldn’t handle it so the rest of us had to waste our time. I admit I was a little surprised about the content of the story. It dealt with issues such as sex and people getting used. It was a story that a realist would like because it dealt with the hard-core truth. I was so pissed that we couldn’t discuss it because I had a lot to say about it. It wasn’t fair that one little, prissy fuck head could just basically say, “I was never exposed to such a thing and I don’t ever want to be.” She ruined a potentially valuable learning lesson for the rest of us; we may never get another chance to discuss this issue again. She should have just said, “We’re not allowed to discuss this kind of thing in my little protected bubble of a world, so therefore it must be wrong to discuss it at all.” We can handle any bad truth in my world.
I don’t get why everything we can discuss in a classroom has to be sugarcoated. Maybe if we could have received more assignment like this in the past, the poor girl wouldn’t have reacted so strongly against it. I honestly think we could learn more about ourselves and each other if we actually got a chance to discuss some deeper issues. Why is it that when we are in school we have to hide our real thoughts and feelings? It just doesn’t seem right to me.
Ignorance
As
we come upon yet another year here at ever-so-lovely GHS, I fear the level of
ignorance has increased by nearly 85%. In all honesty, I have a hard time understanding
why the criticism of others is so popular in every class I sit in. For some strange
reason a duo of seniors I know seem to think they are superior. Constantly, day
after day, I deal with their idiocy and derogatory comments on people of other
races, religion, etc. The real reason why they do this, I have no idea, but my
theory is they’re just plain ignorant. Ignorance is nothing one is born with,
rather, it is acquired from some other source. Whatever the excuse of these two
in particular, I hope they watch what comes out of their mouths, before someone
severely beats them.
Y2K
What would be a crappy newspaper without another article about Y2K? Just thought I would mention it. I recommend that everyone dig a tunnel 15 feet deep and has an area at the bottom. Then make a small underground room that can hold your family. Next, get all kinds of gear down there including: soup, can opener, beans, corn, and candles. Make sure you leave all electronics in your house. No watches, electric can opener, or electric heater. Don’t even trust your flashlight. Just warning you to be careful, for when Y2K rolls around your equipment will do one of two things. A) Blow Up in a massive fireball (cool!) or B) come alive and beat you down. I just hope that you are safely hidden when this happens. I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt, because you can’t be too safe. If you want, you can come over to my house, and look at the hole I dug. Remember to dig now, because the ground will be frozen in the winter. And when the sundial reaches midnight (remember no watches, or sun) watch your back for the evil technology!
Antici......pation
Eve is approaching. It’s creeping and crawling for the insects of this planet, called the human race. I can only imagine the mobs of chaotic people running around like chickens with their heads cut off. It will be an explosion of people’s hearts thumping, voices screaming, tears of excitement, and insanity.
I love the anticipation......the countdown. What will happen when it’s all over? Will everyone’s souls be too worn out to go on or will everyone live a confused, desolate life? Will people thirst for knowledge and create unimaginable and highly intelligent theories and projects?
It’s the very last moment to hang onto, that will be the most heart-pounding and memorable. It will pass us by like a bolt of lightening and at that moment everybody’s mind will simultaneously be plastered with the greatest excitement imaginable.
How long will the excitement last for? Maybe for a long time, but maybe for only the first couple gasps of the new millennium. Who would ever think this day would ever arrive in their lifetime?
-Drewbear-
Busy Work
I have recently been informed by an anonymous Economics teacher, that she feels it is ok to choose what assignments are used for our overall grade. What I want to know is, why I waste my time doing work she doesn’t need or grade? GHS teachers have a fondness for busy work. This class has done more than twenty assignments and to my astonishment our progress reports included seven of those assignments. It’s also a big coincidence that two of those seven I didn’t do. There’s a conspiracy going around GHS, I’m determined to... bitch about it but never actually do anything!
Electric Towers
Just recently an issue has arisen. It concerns Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois and the electric company. The electric company wants to build huge metal electrical towers. This project, called “Power Up Wisconsin”, going from Minnesota all the way through Wisconsin, to Milwaukee, then down to Illinois. Because Illinois and Milwaukee need more electricity. Now in order for this to happen they are going to have to build these towers through many peoples land (7,000 peoples), thus forcing people from the homes wrecking their land, causing the land value to decrease. What they are doing is referred to as “dirty electric.” It is known that people living around these power towers have gotten sick from cancer, it has known to cause birth defects, and is worse for children. The towers are said to take up 15 acres.
Now this effects me personally (and may also effect some of you readers as well, and thousands of other people who happen to live in the path of were these tower might get built.) One of the towns that this is going to effect is Tomahawk, WI. I just found out, that out of the whole town, the place they want to build these towers happens to go right through my families and MY land! Right through our yard! (Not that I wouldn’t be concerned even if it wasn’t going through our land) but us Wisconsinites should not take this! I wonder how many of you readers are effected by this? Maybe you have a cabin up north a place were you hunt. What if that place happens to be in the path of were their going to be building? Are you going to stand for that?! But at the same time I feel so hopeless what am I compared to the electric company they could care less if they destroy my land my memories, the place I hunt, the place I burnt up my first car, The place I was going to move when I got older.
They don’t care if they cause my family to move out, or if they don’t move out get sick with cancer and have deformed children. They don’t care if they cause the land value to decrease, they don’t care if they invade our privacy and wreck the purity of the land , they could care less if when we look out our window and see a big grey tower, were we used to see a beautiful green field. The field our children played in. This is injustice. It effects a lot of Wisconsinites and Illinois people. Readers I urge you to get involved find out if that little cabin you have is going to be destroyed. Write letters to you representative governors and statesmen. Use your power as an American citizen. With enough voices showing concern perhaps we can stop this. I know I want to protect what’s rightfully mine, you should to.
~The Car Burning Hick~
A Last Meeting......
Vanilla in my hair, longing for that nostalgia
The Stench of Ornery onions, that fed our hunger
His hands down his pants
“Where did the Graphics go?”
An obnoxious flirtatious girl
“Write write write, don’t stop”
Patsy Cline’s placid image remembered.
“Cookies don’t belong in asses!”
Anxious photographer, pacing hoping.
“What the hell happened to the our PO box?”
Wannabe charmer puts on a show for the young females
Busy with people.....coming and going.
Klappity klapp, keys a flying
A Segregation, that never was.
“Geeks, with a couple of computers”
~The Car Burning Hick~
Whore - O - Scopes
Aries (March 21-April 19) - Instead of being repulsed when you find out your sexy cybersex partner is really a 67 year old man, you decide to trade one perversion for another.
Taurus (April 20-May 20) - Unknown assailants will be looking for you this month after, through a series of hilarious misadventures, you find out where Ramen noodles really come from.
Gemini (May 21-June 21) - Find somewhere to get rid of your fifteen identical light blue, three piece suits immediately. You are not Matlock, no matter what your mother says.
Cancer (June 21-July 22) - Be ready to deal with severe depression when you finally realize you are the last of your friends to use “oh behave” or any other several Austin Powers witty retorts and catch phrases.
Leo (July 23-Aug 22) - The tremendous chaos in your life will come to a close as your sexual identity focuses on a single undeniable truth: all beings on earth have an anal cavity.
Virgo (Aug 23-Sept 22) - You are terribly pathetic and stupid. The sooner you realize it has nothing to do with what month you were born, the better off you will be.
Libra (Sept 23-Oct 21) - You will discover this week that your Psychotherapist has mounted several hidden cameras in your house. Yes, he knows about what you have done with that yellow crayon, those dolphins, and not to mention that electric shaver. Naughty naughty.
Scorpio (Oct 23-Nov 21) - A huge slobbering tongue shall extend from the heavens, and propose marriage to you.
Sagittarius (Nov 22-Jan 19) - Oh whisper softly in your cats ear, enjoy the moment while you can because, in a few moments the ear mites will be festering inside your mouth.
Aquarius (Jan 20-Feb 18) - You are impregnated with your eldest sons baby. You sicko.
Pisces (Feb 19-March 20) - Go to your nearest discount store and purchase a pink fluffy pillow, then walk to the corner of 57th and Smith street. Further instructions shall be awaiting.
Luminary
Now a days is it wrong to be celibate?
Shed light upon you, because I am a poetic
element.
Does it pay to act elegant?
Why am I looked down on, when I am intelligent?
Tell me, when you see me, do you feel intensity?
Shed light upon you, not physically,
but mentally.
If I was in your family would you banish me?
Would you turn your
back on me because I suffer insanity?
The way I think, would it ever be changed?
Shed light upon you in luminary rays.
I’m feeling ominous, is my danger grave?
Today, will another famous name be made?
Skitzo
