Issue Sixteen February 2000
Always Remember...
Intro
Here we go again. Yet another issue is ready for you to enjoy. Yet, something is missing. As I’m sure you all know, a sophomore student, Luke Sikorski, passed away recently. As we have received articles pertaining to his death, we have accommodated by sharing them with all of you who are reading this now. I hope you enjoy it.
On another note, it’s getting to that time where us editors might be moving on to bigger and better things. It has come time for us to pass down the reigns of our empire. If you are interested in running this thing, which is a lot of work, but very rewarding, contact us at our email address. We have a couple people in mind, but we could always use more. We don’t really want to see this great paper die. We got this handed down to us not knowing really what we were getting into. Now that we have both been doing it for three years, we realize that it’s a great achievement and very worthwhile. This paper has taught me many things as it will whoever runs it next year. So that’s our story. Contact us if you are interested, even the slightest bit. And now on to Issue 16...
The Angel Above
In the last month, we have lost a great friend. His name was Luke Sikorski. Luke was a great friend to many people and he did a lot for the school. I personally, was not very close to Luke, but I knew him well enough for his death to touch me. I remember seeing Luke one day, a couple weeks before he passed away, being pushed in a wheel chair down the hall. Just then I realized that he was a very strong person to be able to come to school in his condition. When I heard that Luke passed on, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It wasn’t fair. The only thought that was crossing my head was why did this have to happen to Luke? Luke was too young to die. At least he’s in a better place now. I hope he’s happy.
One thing that I remember from the day Luke died, was hearing the people walking past. The people were saying “So he died, get over it.” I can’t believe that people could say anything like that. How do you possibly work up the nerve to say that!? Luke was a great guy and he did so much stuff for our school. Actually, not even just our school, he made a great impact on all of his friends and family too. To the people who were in this “get over it” mood, I just want to say that I cannot believe that you could stoop that low.
Lastly, I wanted to add something that I heard from his funeral that struck me when Luke passed away. The priest was talking about the person who’s funeral it was, but I will pertain this to Luke. Luke was a great guy and he lived a pretty full life. Even though he could have lived on longer, he reached many people. Since Luke has passed on and we shed our tears of emotion, that proves to us that he was cared for. We will never forget Luke and Luke will never forget us. If we need him, he is in our memories and in our dreams. We just need to remember that Luke is in a better place and making the after life a very special place. Since I believe in heaven, I believe that Luke is making a fantastic angel.
Stacy Pfister
Silence
Silence hovered over me
and walls came crashing in
I’ve never been so lost before
and I hold everything in.
The silence swallowed me
and I fought to get out
but I’m too weak and brittle
to have enough energy to shout.
I gave up on myself
and I don’t know why I did
I cover it all with smiles
and keep real feelings hid.
I need to get away from it
I long to be alone
with no one there to comfort me
and no one on the phone.
I need to find a person within
I need to find a peace in me
that has nothing to do with you
I want to set myself free.
An Idea
Abortion,
as we all know is a very controversial issue these days. We have the people that
are totally against it and we have people who are pro-choice. No one is going
to say yes it’s right to kill a baby but in my birth to this baby. A mother develops
a certain bond with a baby even before it’s born and in any case is hard to give
up for adoption. Is it a decent thing to make an innocent girl have to go through
this anguish? A person should have control over what happens to their body and
if choice one was ripped away why should choice two automatically be to?
Now
picture an HIV positive women. Her body is weak and she is already dieing so why
pass this burden on to child? Giving birth could shorten her life even more but
what is worse is that the child will suffer then eventually die too. If there
was any way to keep a child from suffering wouldn’t you do whatever you could?
If the only people getting abortions were careless sluts, I would agree abortion
is completely wrong but it’s not always that way so I thought long and hard about
a solution. This is what I’ve come up with. People who want an abortion should
have to apply for it. What they could do is fill out an application which tells
every detail of why an abortion needs to be the solution. Next, a well trained
team should review the application and go over whether the reason is important
enough. If rejected, the women would have to give birth to the baby but if everything
goes through then a abortion could be granted.
Are
you pro-choice or against abortion? I would love to hear responses, whether positive
or negative, to this idea so please feel free.
Life's Story
Have
you ever thought about what you will be doing in 5 years? Then what about 10 years,
and so forth? When I was younger I never thought about the future, all I knew
was my family and the various gatherings, like Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthdays
and stuff like that. When I was little I thought things were ALWAYS going to
be like that. When I started growing up, I sadly learned that things never stayed
the same. It is one of the hardest facts of life I think someone can realize.
Even to this day I wish things were back to a certain way like it was about 2
years ago. I was younger, but for some reason I had more fun back then. Well at
least that’s how I remember it. I guess the point of this article is that everyday
changes, and it really sucks. I wish I could go back and just live my life over
and over when I was 16. I would have my brother home (he moved), and my grandmother
would still be alive. I guess a sad lesson to learn is that nothing ever stays
the same. You have to appreciate every day that you get because you truly don’t
ever know when life will be taken from you. I think life is something all younger
people do take for granted.
I
think I am one step ahead because I realized this a while ago and now I know to
think of things in that aspect. I try not to let something pass me that I know
I will regret. I now try to live my life so I have no regrets. When I die I want
to feel like all my work and loose ends were tied up. So the moral of the story
is, don’t take life for granted, live each day like it’s your last, don’t ever
forget to say “I love you” to someone that you really do love, it may be your
last time to tell them. Also another rule for happiness in your life, don’t let
stress catch up with you, it does you more harm than good. So everyone take it
easy and relax.
Wonder
I wonder if you think of me
at
night when you’re alone
I want to know your every thought
I
want you on my phone
I want to be inside your mind
I
want time to explore
And if you give me all I ask
I will only want much more
Petty
Well for the past few weeks I have been thinking about death. I’ve been thinking how it is to know you are facing your death soon. I kind of wonder what thoughts go through your head. What sort of things you wonder about in that situation. Diving into my own thoughts I feel very petty. Here I sit worrying about how my hair is, how my clothes look. Trying to keep up with the latest gossip and always trying to score that special someone. Also I wonder what my friends would think if I were to go out with someone not from our group. Everything seems to be so trivial and unimportant when compared to what someone facing death must be thinking.
I guess what I’m getting at is life is too short to worry about such things. In the great scheme of things, none of that really matters. So maybe we should rethink how everything goes. Quite possibly its time to just stop worrying about things.
Grief
I have been reading the paper lately and have noticed the death of a GHS student was in the obits. First I would like to express my deepest sympathy to the friend and family of Luke Sikorski. This article is intended both as reading material for you the reader as well as a type of therapy for myself. About 2 years ago I lost my grandfather to Alzheimers. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. Then yet another tragic loss occurred to my family, I lost my uncle to throat cancer. Both of these deaths in such as close proximity to each other have affected me deeply mentally and spiritually. I know that I process things differently than most people and the grief and sense of loss that I feel has really manifested itself in the last 2 weeks.
Because I am a typical guy I didn’t feel comfortable with expressing my feelings to other people. I just internalized it and hoped it would go away. Well, it didn’t. It just sat there and got harder and colder by the day. Well, finally I was talking to my girlfriend and we somehow got onto the subject of family members that are/were sick. Every time that we got onto the subject of either my grandfather or my uncle it felt like there was a hot knife being thrust into my gut and twisted. When we were driving back to her house I just kept thinking about them and their lives and what they had meant to me, and I broke down. The funerals and the pictures and just all memories just came flooding back in a huge wave that broke down all the wall that I had built up to prevent myself from being hurt by these things.
First I had to admit to myself that I did indeed blame God for the deaths of my loved ones. I felt that God should not have taken these very special people from my life and in such a tragic way. As I write this I feel the hot wave of rage rising and bubbling inside me looking for a way out. I am more at peace with their deaths now but there will always be a wound in my soul where these 2 very special people were. Also must write about others that I was close to that died. I speak of Cecilio Rodriguez Jr. and the obvious, Luke. All these people should not have died, especially the way that they died. I hope that someday I will see all my family members and friends that have gone before me in a better place than this veil of tears.
This is all me speaking now. But, to recap to all of you still grieving, don’t hold the grief inside, it will eat you away. Express the grief and hold the memory of the dear ones inside of you where the memory will not tarnish or fade. As a respect to their memory, be the best person that you can be and never forget. Along the lines of never forgetting and a final therapy for pain, I have 3 short stories to share. If you don’t care, fine. If you do care, I invite you to read on.
My grandfather was cremated and my family took a trip up to Marinette county to return him to God’s country, which was how he always used to refer to his home. Well, he is with God now. My memory of my uncle is that when he was laying in his hospital bed drawing in his last breaths, he had a hole cut in his trachea so he didn’t need to move his lips to breathe, but toward midnight the people who were keeping vigil over him saw his lips moving for the last time. I know in my heart that he was saying his last good-byes to his family and friends here on earth. The very last one concerns the aforementioned Cecilio Rodriguez Jr. His was the first funeral that I had ever attended. It affected me a lot. He was a friend of mine and it fill me with both anger and sadness that disease has taken these people.
NEVER FORGET
Richard Krah
George Krah
Cecilio Rodriguez Jr.
Luke Sikorski
C.J. Krah
Band Geek
Yes, I am a Band Geek. I can admit to being a BG, although I don’t always fully understand different musical terms and I don’t know the circle of fifth’s or order of different keys, but that doesn’t mean I can’t sightread or play my instrument. The point is I am still a very dedicated band member, or was. I have always done what’s been the best for the band, except events that have occurred this year. We usually fund raise for band trips, but for some reason officials in our school have grown to frown upon things that our director, (let’s call him DC) has done in the past. Starting last year school band lessons had to be held in the band room and not in his office. Point being many people do not like, er, most people flat out hate, er, I have never had a grudge. He has pissed me off on more than one occasion.
But regarding the fund raising issue, we were planning a trip to Orlando, that was close to $700. So we choose to look at a cheaper bus trip to St. Louis. I thought that was a great idea, not that much money and still have a great time. Well 7 people decided not to go for different reasons. The thing is the seniors and juniors who won’t be going on a trip next year. What are they going to do with the money? We can’t get it back because it’s fund-raised. Someone I know was willing to donate theirs to a part of the band that could use the money. What DC told them is that they already had money in their budget, but they had to spend that money on other things the band needed. So their money was taken away from them without them knowing that they even had money that was specifically set aside for them. He was being greedy and spent it on things I don’t even see.
I have no idea where that money goes, but here is another thing that gets to me. Right now a part of the band is doing a piece called “Rhapsody in Blue” by George Gershwin. It features a jazz pianist which would be none other than our beloved Nimmer. In order for it to sound the way it should and because it is such an awesome piece, DC decided we should rent a grand piano. I am thinking that would be really awesome. Then he tells us the price, $800. That is the cost to rent it, hire someone to move it, tune it, and move it back. That much money for a piece that is about 10 minutes long? If it’s coming out of the budget ok, but then he tells us we don’t have that amount of money in our budget.
So now he would like us to fund raise for that. I am sorry but that is the worst way to spend $800. I guess I fear that something is going on within band. That our director is lying about money to us. I question his thought process. I do know that parents are fuming at this. Yes, I forgot to mention that a parent’s committee had to run all fund-raisers because going through the school would cause to many problems and DC thought the school board would not approve the trip without parents backing it up. So parents are extremely ticked off, and it makes sense. I will follow up if I hear anything else.
The Minimum Wage Scandel
As most already know, the government wants to raise the minimum wage. They want it to be around $6.10. As of now, the minimum wage is $5.15. Of the people I have talked to, they either think that this is a good thing or a bad thing. No one is really undecided. Personally, I hate this idea. For us workers who have been working for a long time and finally just made it to $6.10, we aren’t going to be getting any higher than the minimum wage, which means that we will be making as much as the people who just start working. To me, this isn’t fair. Another reason I think this is unfair, is that in stores, prices will go skyrocketing because the bosses have to pay their crew members. Another solution for the bosses, instead of raising prices, would be to layoff some workers. In that case, that would make our unemployment rate rise again. The argument I’ve heard about this comment is “there aren’t many people making minimum wage anymore, they’re all getting paid higher.” Well, that’s not all too true. There are a lot of teens that are going into jobs now a days and they have to start out at $5.15, which is the minimum wage now. People also think that if you get paid more, you will get more. Well, technically, yes you will be getting more money, but if you look at it realistically, the more you make, the more the government steals away from you. Wouldn’t that dollar more be nice? Well, if you want to take risks of losing your job or having to pay $1.00 for a small bag of chips, which might I add is usually only filled half way, then stand up for your beliefs. But as for me, I’m going to stick to my opinions, maybe even be a good citizen, and write to the “important people” to express my ideas.
Superficial
I love to be unreal
and hide what I really have
I am really a man
Low key in profile
But to you I’m the moon and the stars
The sun burning bright in your eyes
I’m the inevitable
You can’t prevent me from happening
Mending your mind with misbelief
I come on a like a freight train
At a tremendous speed
Leaving your mind whirling with love
and tender care
I know How much you want me to be him
The man you have always wanted
Your man in shinning amour
The savior of your life
But really, I am only human
I’m not even a man
I’m a fake, a fraud
My appearance is what it is because of You
You made me to be this way
You wanted me to be this way
How could you do this to me
Why did you do this to me
I only wanted to be a vision of life
But no, you made me godlike
A freakish creature you made up in your mind
I am not what you want
I am not what I want either
Just leave me be what I really am
Nothing.....
- J.G.
Quote, Unquote
“Perfection belongs to the gods; the most that we can hope for is excellence.”
~Carl Jung
Presidental Election
Election 2000 is well underway, and you should keep informed as to what is going on. Remember, the person who is voted into office this November, will be in office until you have graduated from high school (disregarding possible impeachment and removal). This election has a more profound effect on your life than you may realize. At the moment, we are in the “primaries”. At this point, the major parties are in the process of narrowing down who the candidate should be for President. In the Republican corner, we have John McCain and George W. Bush. Presidential hopefuls for the Democrats are the current Vice President Al Gore and Bill Bradley. The interesting point is that both of the parties’ primaries have been quite close. At this point it is still up in the air as to who is going to officially be running for President. It does not appear that a third party candidate is gong to make much of an impression this year as compared to the wild and hilarious antics of Ross Perot in the years past.
There are many volatile issues that are being tossed around this election. Gay rights, campaign finance reform, abortion right, and gun control are just a few of the major topics that each candidate has spoken on. You should go to a respectable website and browse through what each of the candidates has to say. There are sites like www.selectsmart.com which will help you find a candidate that has similar points of view. This should not be the only thing used to make your decision, but it definitely can’t hurt as a starting point. This site even includes a lot of the lesser known candidates and third parties.
In closing, I have one final comment. The television is soon to be overrun with adds for political candidates on local and national levels. Negative adds will happen and everyone will be sick of them. If I were running for President, I would get that talking dog or those talking candies to represent me. Add a little life to the campaigns!!! It can’t hurt and all the Presidential hopefuls are already spending millions upon millions for adds and other propaganda. How about taking 10 percent of that money and throw it in the direction of the national debt or social security reform? Good questions with disappointing answers. If the publishers of The Last can get another paper out before the next Presidential election, you can depend on me for more updates to the election and the shenanigans that will be taking place.
Death So many people I know have lost people close to them in the past few months. They’ve lost co-workers, students, friends, and family members. Every month it seems someone else has passed away. Two of my classmates have lost parents in the past couple of months, and as you all know Luke recently passed away also. The way I see it, we all have three major roles on this earth: to be born and live our lives, reproduce and live the rest of our lives, then to pass on. I don’t fear death and these people have all reminded me why. I believe that these people have lived their lives to the fullest potential. Not only did they live their lives, they accomplished goals and lived to see their dreams come true. I just hope that we can all touch others in such a way that I have been touched by these people. When I went to the memorial for Luke I could see where he got his strength. He definitely got that from his Mother, as people walked by sharing their love, she stood there with a smile and a thank you for their kind words. She didn’t shed a single tear. She rejoiced in his life rather than dwell on her own loss. As for my classmates, I didn’t know their parents but I thought long and hard about how strong they have also been through this tough time. As I listen to peoples memories of their loved ones who have died I can’t help but smile because they share such great times they had with that person. I think that is a great decision on their part, to remember, it is the memories that help us survive the trauma. It is by remembering, that people live on.
A Letter to Cancer
Dear Cancer,
So you’ve taken another from us. This time it was Luke Sikorski. To tell you the truth, I didn’t know him. After taking some initiative and looking him up in the yearbook, I realized I had seen him in the hall the last 2 years. It was something about him, that you just knew he was different. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. Through everyday glances in the hall, I could tell he was a good kid. Cancer, you always take the best people.
It was December 19, 1997 when you took my father away from me. It doesn’t make any sense. Right now, I don’t think I can fully grasp such concepts of death, cancer, love, anger, and why bad things always happen to good people. But there is a lesson to be learned here: it’s that life is too short. I’m pretty sure Luke lived his life like every day was his last: no regrets, no hard feelings, nothing left unresolved, no fear. In those aspects I am jealous of him. I’m not like that, but I’m trying harder now.
Cancer, you may think you’ve won, but the war isn’t over. One day there will be a cure. It’s not over because of people like me. You’ve affected me a great deal, but I’m still strong. Your mistake is the emotional pain you put in people who love and care for the person you’re taking away. That pain turns into a determination to conquer what we can’t control. Cancer, your days are numbered.
In Loving Memory
Cecilio Rodriguez Jr.
Luke Sikorski
Anthony J. Rodriguez
Brillant Minds
Did you ever wonder what the HELL those blue “recycling bins” are used for in GHS? Is all the trash thrown into the same bin? Well, yes and no. Pretty much only cardboard and the cans used in the kitchen are recycled! What a FUCKING waste of resources which could in turn be used for capitol! In fact, the janitors actually grab any amount of cans they wish for their own profit, and this simply must be stopped! A collection of students including myself, have come together to form a group called “Brilliant Minds”. We aim to cripple the powers that be and bend their ass-backwards into ways which will benefit the students of GHS! What we need is more members, members who are willing to fuck with the system!
Quote, Unquote
“If you love something set it free,
if it comes back it was meant to be...”
The Tradgedy of Reading Shakespeare
Setting: The moist enclosure of a sophomore English classroom. The desks lined up in the military stillness. Each desk is filled with a stupid sophomore, with glazed over eyes. The left side of the room holds the flat-chested wildebeests, and the right contains the sophomore guys who are busily fantasizing about a flat-chested wildebeest. Cheap “Garfield can read” inspiration posters strewn across the wall between the careless works of ignorant students. A crotchety teacher sitting behind her cluttered desk. The desk is full of papers that have been disregarded so long that even the over worked Janitor feels the needs to throw them away. The teacher has more wrinkles than brain cells and both are intently fixed on Julius Caesar.
Plot: Teachers Dream Version-To enlighten the students on the brilliant works of Shakespeare and give the students culture on the Elizabethan society and knowledge of playwrights.
Student Dream Version- To watch Hamlet fuck the skull. I don’t care if Hamlet isn’t in this play dammit!
Teachers Reality- Steer students away from the brilliant works of Shakespeare, Elizabethan culture, and playwrights. Make students want to avoid learning.
Student Reality- Stare at the pages of the play and watch them slowly turn by, like the hands of the clock on the wall. Listen to morons of the class stumble over words such as thou and butter. Bitterly imagine hamlet screwing a skull in contempt of students in normal English who are learning more and reading faster. Note that this is still an ideal situation because the students still want to learn.
Characters:
Slave Driver- In this situation the slave driver is the teacher for what should be apparent reasons. In order to be a teacher, one must teach. There is no teaching involved in Shakespeare reading, only mindless repetition. Hooked on Phonics covers Shakespeare faster than the slave driver who is to busy trying to focus the brain dead students rather than explain the great work.
Questioner- I believe this student is actually a spy working for the teacher. This person poses as a stupid student, naive to the world, in order to continually ask incongruent, obvious questions, or point out the most noticeable facts. “So is Julius Caesar a ruler or something?” “Is this book is made into acts and scenes?” “My pencil is green today, but I like the yellow one better.”
Second Language Reader- The normal student can’t read Encyclopedia Brown. A second language reader, or to be more politically correct, an alien, can’t read the Bernstein Bears. So why do they decide to read Shakespeare? Because we are to nice to them. If we told them in the first place they sucked maybe, just maybe they’d stop volunteering their sensational stuttering skills. I have nothing against second language students. In fact I like them better than most the asses at our school cause at least they have some culture. I just don’t want them to waste my time reading Shakespeare.
Summarizer- Of all the disgraceful students in a classroom, there is a group that should die from choking on boiling urine, the summarizer. How can these people be so stupid? I think that their parents bought, extorted, or fucked their children into this class. Moving at the pace of one act every hour, these students whose heads can nest ferrets, continually repeat everything that occurred within a days reading in a yes or no question. “So Brutus joined the conspirators, and then planned how to kill Caesar, and then talked about Marc Antony, and then left, and then Brutus talked to his wife, and then his wife left, and then Brutus continued with the plan?” As if the question wasn’t enough, but the teacher must go back and explain each event that has been poorly highlighted. I’ll help all you summarizers out there; if you didn’t get it at this speed the first time you’re fucked.
Storyteller- Shakespeare was a play written for the audience of the world and is appreciated by all classes of people and society. Everyone can relate to his works on some level. That being said why the fuck do morons feel the urge to relate facts and dialogues in the play to their everyday life, as if they’re important to anyone. Their pathetic cry for attention receives nothing but hate from everyone except for maybe the questioner and the summarizer. “ The way a knife was stuck though Caesar reminds me that once, my ummm friends and like I, went to the donut shop,
wait.. yeah it was the donut shop and we umm bought like a glazed donut and I stuck a toothpi-SHUT UP!! No one LIKES YOU. When people want to know about you, they will begin to talk to you.
Sleeper- There isn’t much to say about the sleeper, but I respect him being there.
If I forgot your character, then FUCK YOU. That shouldn’t be funny but I enjoyed
writing it.
My Trip to the Porn Shop
Saturday, January, 22nd, my birthday, I became a man. I was now eighteen, and you what that means? Cigars, voting, legal sex, and most of all, PORN. Yes wonderful PORN. I am by no means a pervert, nor a porn fanatic, just a normal shmoe that enjoys a little excitement once in the while. Anyways my trip to the porn shop was quite the experience. It was 11:45pm which means access is denied at this time. So my friends Cary, Matt, and Brent and I cruised Highway 100 listening to Dirty ‘Ol Bastard till the special time. We stopped at Honey Dipped Donuts because we were hungry fo’ sum donuts. Duh bitches, who doesn’t like fucking donuts? Also there was this bitch looking us with this weird look, I just want to smash her face with my fist and then run over her body with my piece of shit car. Anyways, the time was near. It was now 11:56pm, so we came back to the porn shop ( which is located on Greenfield Ave. ), and parked. We waited till it hit 12:00am & we were in, or not. Actually something really funny happened, a big, burly black man got out of a taxi (which is funny to begin with, a fucken taxi!!! haha) and pushed his way into the porn shop. I laughed many long minutes and then we went in. There was a lovely variety of fun things. Videos, Dildos, Shirts, Magazines, Pipes and many other “fun” toys. Out of pity we bought our friend Brent a little magazine to read. Yes to read, because it was cheap and had no pictures. Haha.
My first purchase at the porn shop ended up being a John Travolta shirt that said “ Wasted “ on it. It’s sweet, really sweet. Well that’s all kids, hope you all enjoyed your first visit, or soon to be visit to the porn shop. It’s fun for the whole family.
-Sir Psycho Sexy
Another View
Although I have been out of high school for a few years now the experience hasn’t changed or at least I still consider my experience relevant to modern day students. I’ve been surprised by the reports of high school students getting drunk and running trains on the young women in attendance. Where is the satisfaction and the sense of accomplishment in that? The way I see it there is no honor in being the last in line at a gang bang. I realize the need for sex is as great for teens as it is for me but with the traditional style I feel there are many more rewards than just exorcising the demons in your semen. In the computer age have we completely lost our work ethic and the satisfaction with a job well done. I don’t believe the men are completely at fault here either. In a recent incident I was unfortunate enough to almost witness, the girl was informed of the intentions of the group before she downed the bottle of cheap whiskey. I of course had no part in what would obviously occur instead I left dumbfounded by the nights events. I feel a sense of guilt in not interfering with their despicable taste in entertainment.
It also occurred to me that one day I will be supporting these people with my taxes. The girl will likely have ten kids and a monthly welfare check and the guys probably in jail for their out of control urges. These are the type of people whose progeny will be populating the world with their distorted views. I fear for the next generation that these types of relationships will become the status quo. If so I want no part of it. It may be an old man’s opinion from an old man’s perspective. But there is nothing wrong with working for something if you really want it.
Unfortunate
Well, if you have been watching the political campaigns and the ads you might have noticed how far from the truth these wandering political roads twist into the endless sea of that has so often engulfed the thoughts of mankind. There is a saying the absolute power corrupts absolutely. Nowhere is this more true than if you immerse yourself in filth and corrupt that permeates our entire world done to the very marrow of our bones. Perhaps you have noticed the dirt, sadness and the overwhelming melancholy that our world is soaked in. Have you ever seen a homeless man or a beggar? What was your immediate feeling? If you have any soul then your reaction was likely much the same as mine. The feeling that any happiness you had before you was sucked out by this sight and spit upon the ground like a used tobacco chew followed by an intense feeling of rage. Funny how it is the our heart-strings
can be so easily pulled be this simple example of human misfortune. The reason for this is that we see a little part of ourselves in the poor and unfortunate. So we identify with them on a basic human level, without this identification we risk paying the ultimate penalty, becoming yet another ghost in the machine. We will have then been made like this by our society the stresses looks above all other values and characteristics. So remember that YOU could be one of those beggars in 20 years and act accordingly, with all the compassion that the human heart has the capacity for.
Apocalypse
The Stolen Test Caper
It all started with a stack of corrected tests. The huge mess started with that. Sitting in my last period Spanish class, a stack of corrected papers DISAPPEARED! My “block 7” Spanish class does NOT have a good reputation (that’s an understatement). So when the tests DISAPPEARED the teacher went frantic to say the least. The tests appeared at the end of the period, unharmed. End of problem, right? WRONG. After sitting in my chair for the whole period while most of the people got up to search, they brought in the principal, vice-principal, guidance counselor and another teacher. At this point I should explain that my school is a private Catholic School
in Puerto Rico so everything is a HUGE DEAL and everything will make us BURN IN HELL with Satan. Sitting in our chairs, in a locked room, for an hour and a half, with no air conditioning, when school was already let out is no fun, especially when your principal reminds you of the female counterpart of Hitler. To be honest most of the class didn’t know who did it. There was too much confusion. The question on everyone’s mind was “Who the fuck did it if no one saw? Maybe the teacher herself accidentally put them where they were found.” We were threatened with such things as “we will lower your class grade if no one confesses or says who it is” and “we will suspend ALL of you”, funny.
At this point I was getting PRETTY PISSED OFF and I wanted to tell the principal, who is a nun, to shove her cell phone up her ass. They finally let us go with the condition that if no one confessed by 5 we would not be able to go to class tomorrow. Am I the only who sees what a waste of time this all was? The next day, they sat us on the bleachers for THREE
hours trying to make someone, anyone confess. “Who did it?” was asked over and over, always answered by a deafening silence. Finally, the principal, frustrated and defeated, took three boys, that are troublemakers, into her office. They were accused, their parents were called, despite their claims of innocence. To be honest I’m not a fan of the people accused, I’d throw darts at them if I could, but I still think it’s pretty unfair that they were accused. In my school there are two types of people, the “usual troublemakers” and the “troublemakers that never
get caught”. I think the whole incident was pretty lame and my school doesn’t
focus on REAL issues.
I wish I could fight them, but I can’t because I would get expelled. I wish I had peers that would cooperate, but most don’t. I think what you people are doing is so friggin’ awesome! I have written my own things, people love them, but one single girl can’t make something as big as this alone. I wish I had the rights you have, which is pretty ironic but makes sense coming from my side, schools keep getting more strict by the second and they don’t understand that students are getting more pissed off by the second. I believe in being educated, I love learning, but I don’t feel that going to a strict place that treats us like sheep is really good for learning. Not when it breeds religious intolerance, such as in my school. Dress codes are stupid, but more stupid are uniforms of which I have had to wear since I was 5. We are not furniture, we are not “color schemes” meant to please our teachers. The fact that someone is reading this makes me feel better. Keep up the good work.
Push & Shove
Manipulate me
Make me what you want
Mold me
into what you need
take me
and learn to love me
I pull you close
fingers clenched on your skin
but I push you
far away
Although I need
you to stay
Hypocrisy
Did you know that pagan comes from the Latin word Paganus meaning something like “country dweller”? So that means that stupid, lowly people are pagans. That is how it is in Christian eyes anyway. Can’t you see something wrong in that, that because they aren’t the same religion, and their beliefs are tied in with the earth and nature they are considered lowly and stupid people? I myself am agnostic, and even that is seen as lowly in Christian eyes. Did you know that 2 teens were refused entrance into the Boy Scouts because they wouldn’t recite a religious oath! Even Judaism, which Christianity is based upon, is hated by the Christians and seen as idolatry. How can something that is so based on “love” be so hateful?
Many, many Christians are incredible hypocrites, and think that they are justified because they took the Bible way to literally. This needs to be brought to the attention of the public, because apparently they are way too ignorant to notice it. Of course there exceptions to the rule that most Christians are ignorant hypocrites, but there are not many! “Judge Christianity by Christ alone,” right, “Judge not yest ye be judged.” HELLO!? If you haven’t already noticed, the reoccurring and rather redundant theme of this is that Christians are hypocrites. OK, first of all, judge pagan religions by their deities. If you tried that then maybe you wouldn’t be quite as prejudice. Also, “Judge not yest ye be judged.” I shouldn’t even have to say anything about that. It is incredibly obvious. If you take so many things from the Bible, word for word, and think it gives you the right to hurt or attack a person or group, then you should take everything word for word, see how that works. You are in no way better than anyone else because of your religion, race, status, or ability to do something. If you think you are, then you should take a look at yourself.
Fear
It started quite a long time ago. Usually, I’m a pretty shy person. I didn’t display my emotions well, including anger and frustration. Then I started listening to a category of music, which we will call metal. It’s not what most people think. A lot of people associate it with death and being morbid, etc. I will admit, some metal bands are like that, but not the ones I listen to. The ones I listen to show their emotions very well. Usually those emotions are strong ones that deal with fear, relationships, getting screwed over, etc. Making music is how these individuals vent what the feel. It’s very awesome.
After listening to it for a while, a theme ran rampant through most of the songs: fear controls you. That’s what made me stick with it. I felt fear controlled my life. That theme is so true, it’s undeniable. Fear controls everything you do in life. If you don’t talk to a girl, it’s because of fear. If you don’t do something like act in a play because of the audience, it’s because of fear. If you don’t act yourself, it’s because fear controls you. You know what I think? I think that’s BS. Screw fear, who needs it? I certainly don’t.
I use to let it control me, but no longer. I know that that won’t happen overnight, but a lot of things I’m just sick of being afraid of, so I’m changing. It was the one thing I didn’t like about myself. It was just the theme had gotten to me. Fear Factory (a really cool music group) was probably the biggest influence. A Fear Factory is anything and everything that causes you fear and makes you afraid. They even have an album called “Fear is the Mindkiller.” That is so dead on.
After Luke had passed away, it made everything seem more real to me. Time is precious and for me to be having fear run my life is a waste. So from now on, no fear, no regrets, no take backs. Live everyday like it’s your last. Make most of whatever it is you have. Make sure to hang out with your friends and have fun. Be a risk-taker and do some daring sh*t. Live life, don’t fear it.
Anthony J. Rodriguez
The Infamous ATV Accident
Let’s talk about the time I almost died. Well there was a couple but this was the most significant. I was upnorth where my grandparents live. I spend most of my summers there and do the outdoorsy kind of things. Well, my grandparents’ friends own a bus company up there and they have a ton of buses, big metal sheds, and basically a ton of land. They also have 3 houses on their land and a little barn type thing with sheep and chickens. Among all these bigger items, they like to buy lots of motorized vehicles, like snowmobiles, trucks, ATVs, you name it they got it. So my family and I went upnorth for Memorial Day weekend. We were invited to their party at their house. So we all went and there was a bunch of different people there and it was a big cookout. Most of us played volleyball, but my uncle’s girlfriend and I saw their two new ATVs (the big ass ones that weigh about 500lbs, not the wussy ones), and we asked if we could take them out around the big field they said sure, so off we were.
We went around the field, and I went slower because it was my first time driving one, she on the other hand was a speed demon. We returned and went on like normal. But the beasts still called us and we asked for another ride. I said to my self this time I will take it a little faster. When I cut across the field I was headed toward a little dirt road that takes us back to where the party was. Adjacent to the road was a garden surrounded by old buses and there was also a refueling tank with gasoline. Well as I was going along, I figured I cleared the bus and would go right onto the road. What happened, happened so fast but I can remember every detail.
I did not clear the bus and I had no time to respond. I smashed into the edge of the bus and I rolled to the right and the ATV followed and rolled on top of me. I stood up right away after it rolled off of me. I was really dizzy and I couldn’t feel my right leg and my back hurt. My uncle’s girlfriend was in front of me and saw it all. She made sure I was ok and the only thing I could think of is what happened to the ATV. I turned to see the whole thing flipped over and most of the left side smashed in. The handle was all bent and the axle was all bent too. Basically there was a lot of damage done and I felt horrible about it.
My uncle’s girlfriend started her ATV and we both rode back together. The people at the party saw us both go out on two and come back with one. They thought nothing serious had happened. Luckily most of my Grandparents’ friends are Paramedics and work for the fire department. One of them who I have know since I was about 10 took me into the bathroom to check out my leg, because I still couldn’t feel much of it. There was a hole ripped in my jeans on my upper thigh. I pulled down my pants to reveal a big wound. There were parts were a lot of skin was torn off and the handle bar of the ATV was imprinted into my leg and it was bleeding. Also on my leg there was a big dent in it, They said I tore the muscle that was there and it was pretty much torn off from where it was supposed to be. I was also shaking pretty bad and they thought I might have gone into shock.
I went into a bed room and laid down with a ice pack on my leg. My back also hurt so they checked it out, there was also a piece of metal that had dug into my skin and left a scar there. The rest of the weekend I laid low, I could barely walk. I came home and still had next to no feeling in my thigh. Time passed and now I have a little feeling in my thigh but I still have a scar on my back, and the scar on my leg will never go away.
I worked my butt off to pay for the damage to their ATV. My Grandpa is an awesome mechanic and he fixed it himself with new parts he ordered. They told me it came out to be $300, but I knew it was more they just didn’t want me to pay for it all.
To this day I still won’t even get on an ATV. I am deathly afraid of them. If I would have hit the bus 2 inches more to the left, I know I would not be here today, or at least I would have been paralyzed. I would have flung off the ATV and smashed into the bus itself, breaking my neck like a twig. The thought of what could have happened scares me so much, I was very lucky. Even though it was a stupid accident on my behalf, it was a very serious accident and I could have badly been hurt. Now I get mocked at by my friends, which is fine because it was a stupid thing to have happen, but I guess they don’t really know how serious it was. They weren’t there to see the damage. But that was the day I almost died.
American Beauty
To those of you have not seen American Beauty, it is truly a must see movie. To
begin with, Kevin Spacey and Annette Benning are superb actors. Next, the theme
of this movie is both far and wide. It conveys a message of life. Life is not
material possessions. Their are two scenes from the movie that show this. The
first is when Annette Benning slaps her daughter for being ungrateful. She tells
her daughter about how when she was growing up she had it rough because she lived
in a duplex - she didn’t even have a house. WTF? A home is a home regardless if
it’s a duplex or a 100 room mansion. Another scene depicted Annette Benning getting
mad because Kevin Spacey almost spilled beer on the couch. After that Spacey was
remarked as saying, “It’s just a couch. This isn’t life this is just stuff (referring
to the living room). And it’s become more important to you than life.” And it’s
so true. Materialism is the American way and it’s messed up. Americans scavenging
for the finest couches or the biggest TV’s or the fastest car and they forget
about how life ran previous to these things.
Life is about never losing the spirit
to be unpredictable. To take things in and enjoy life. Life is about not forgetting
how to be fun and reinvent yourself. It’s about beauty, true beauty. Memories
of a grandparent, fireworks at the 4th of July, seeing the sparkling waters of
Lake Michigan. Look. Beauty is people and thoughts and ideas. Beauty is sun coming
through a cloudy sky. Beauty are memories of playing football in the street. Beauty
is everywhere and it doesn’t have to come in a box from somewhere in Europe.
Advice..
...Sometime the best memories are made when your days are spent wishing your life away into straw wrappers...Something only Peter could understand...
~Tink
Quote, Unquote
“No man can bar the road to truth, and to advance it's cause I'm ready to accept even death.”
-Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Why do I have to be Afraid?
There is this guy I like. I’m seriously head over heels for this guy. And I have been a chicken shit about it. I want to say something so bad it aches my heart sometimes. He is a really close friend and I don’t want to wreck anything if I did say something. Some of my friends have told me to go for it and then I say to myself. “Self, you can do it no big deal, he’s your friend and something might happen”. Then reality hits me like a semi hitting a raccoon. What if he turns me down? What if things never go back to the way we were? You see, this guy and I are extremely close. I personally have never had so much in common, well not so much in common. Just the way we both think is identical. We can read each other’s minds...
I find him extremely attractive even though he always says he’s ugly and no one likes him. Which is just insane because I don’t know how someone couldn’t like him. And another reason why I don’t say anything is because, well he tells me the physical appearance of his “ideal woman”, and I am not an approaching anorexic blonde hair blue eyed girl. I am quite opposite, brown hair, hazel eyes, got the longer hair, and I have the breasts. It drives me up a wall not being able to say anything. I wish I could tell him how much he means to me, how beautiful he is, how intelligent he is, how whenever I am with him I feel like Cinderella. It kills me, I just want to hold him in my arms and tell him I appreciate everything about him. But instead I say nothing and I probably won’t say anything and I know I will regret it for the rest of my life, because we would be great together. Who knows, if it’s meant to be it will happen. I guess I just got to keep the faith.
Have you noticed?
I know this might be a stupid observation, but did anyone ever notice how boring Greenfield is? There is nothing to do! Unless you constantly have parties and get wasted, there is nothing of tasteful things to do. I mean, if you are not 21 there are no clubs or anything to get into, and even there people feel the need to get wasted. I am not saying that it’s not fun, but there are better things to do with my life than to sit and drink and then I don’t even remember what I did and then my health will suffer because of it.
Some of the only things to do is rent a movie and chill at a friends house. I really don’t know what anyone could do to add more excitement to our lives. Even a teen dance club is not very exciting because you can’t do anything illegal, and then it’s just boring. I wish they had an all night lazer tag place. But I also wish people would play more card games, they are fun as hell and you can actually sit down and relax and still have fun. My main point is that life sucks until you are 21. When you are 18 the only things you can really do is go to a porn shop, legally consent to sex, buy cigarettes, vote, and get piercings and tatoos. So I can’t wait til I turn 21, then I might just have more fun.
Too Long
It’s been too long
feeling trapped inside
I have no where to turn
I yearn to get out
to leave everything behind
but I’m too scared
there’s comfort in boredumb
there’s no change
no fear
but on how I do
I need you to support me
and love me
as I struggle
through each endless day
I want to give up
but I trudge along
Tardy
I had this neat experience at my way hep-cat place of learning. I had accumulated several tardies as the result of my teachers being anal-retentive about what constituted a tardy. So I, or rather my parents got this cool letter in the mail informing them that I had received 4 tardies. Luckily for me it also warned me that if managed to get 2 more tardies in the remaining 2 weeks of the 6 week period I would be suspended! How fucking stupid is that? So I am tardy to 1 class a week and they suspend me? Doesn’t my highly expensive high school think enough of the kids that they have such draconian attendance measures? Don’t they have anything better to do with their time and money than waste it sending me a written message in the mail that I would have promptly thrown out have not my parents see it. From what I have heard about the fine public learning institutions in the Greenfield area, I found out that they have similar measures to prevent “poor” attendance. Why must these schools try to teach us to act like adults when they continuously try us like mentally handicapped children? Perhaps we need to send a message from the fools that run these places. A good idea would be to have them run the same schedule for the same amount of time and under the same pressures that we do. Maybe then their skulls that have suffocated their gray matter will crack and let a lucid thought escape their pie-holes! Death to authority!!!!!!
Apocalypse
Perspective
As a non-Greenfield High School student, at least not for the last four years, I just thought I might contribute an article about life. Life outside high school rocks. Life on the inside sucks. Teachers lack empathy, friends lack loyalty, parents have zero fucking clue. Period. Hey I remember it all. You may feel a little unsure of yourself, unsure of your decisions, the friends you keep, the loves you long for, the loves you settle for, the drugs you try, the places you go, the lies you tell, the truths you share. It’s a lot of growing up, and I am not trying to sound condescending. Just honest with you. Because these four years are the most personal and mental growth you will ever experience. Days of wanting to give up and sit alone in the dark, crank “The Cure” and cry or “Korn” and just rage. Just let it all go. Its emotionally draining. Losing a boyfriend, a best friend, a kid in your class to death, trying to wade through it all, deciding who you are. Deciding what you will tolerate, what you wont, who to trust, who will deceive you. Deciding who you want to be. Everyday. Its hard. And its even harder when people around you 188 days a year have an influence on that.
But Tupac once said “Keep ya head up”, and it’s a very true line. If you listen to Metallica, Korn, Jay-Z, Garth Brooks, or the Backdoor Boys, its so true. You will get through it. It’s a four year span filled with bullshit and hard times. When its fun, it’s a blast, but when things are bad, they’re insane. It sucks. Just remember that you don’t need to impress anyone. EVER. If you don’t smoke, don’t start. If you don’t drink, don’t bother. If you don’t fuck, you will someday, why start now? These people you know in high school will not follow you through life. Maybe a select few, but not the masses. People change. A LOT. Especially when they are no longer institutionalized. And I will almost guarantee that people you hate the bosnians hogging up your class, the blacks who raise the roof at pep rallies, the stupid girls who date even stupider guys, the headbangers, jocks, preps, nerds, dorks, geeks, the insert insult here, will mean nothing to you as soon as you leave. They will all change. And you will, too. At least I hope, because it will all be irrelevant much sooner than you think. In a place where you are you. No matter who is around, no matter how they act and it’s a great feeling. May you all get there someday.
Vanished
As Tamara entered Billy’s truck, she was thinking well into the future. She had thought to herself that she did this many times before, but not with people she didn’t know too well. This idea was the only one that worried her. She decided to go for it anyways. She trusted Billy enough to get involved and “party” with his friends.
Well, there it was a third ice cold beer in her hands. Tamara twisted the top off and threw it in the ash tray. “Cheers,” she thought to herself. “Why am I doing this? It tastes like puke, but it makes me feel like I could say or do anything.” That was a good enough reason for her. She closed her eyes and took another drink, except this time it was almost like a gulp. Before she opened her eyes she thought to herself, “Every time that I take another drink, I’m taking myself farther and farther away from consciousness.” She lost count of how many drinks she’d had, but she decided not to let anyone take advantage of that and to try to think with a straight mind for the rest off the night.
A tall and skinny blond, probably once healthy looking, was sifting through her bag of weed to roll a joint. She asked Tamara if she had ever done this before. “Of course!” Because she felt invincible, Tamara wasn’t really paying close attention to anything that she was doing and she burned her finger when “the blond” passed her the pipe. She looked into the kitchen and saw two people playing chess and in the living room there were people playing darts. Everything seemed to be o.k.
Tamara felt very hot almost feverish and her senses had slowed down quite a bit. The people talking to her seemed to become a blur. She knew that they were talking, but it was hard to concentrate for so long. Tamara’s state of mind was interrupted by the recklessness of one of the guys that was there. She heard somebody say that he was tripping on ‘shrooms and he was getting really paranoid over everything. The next thing she knew was the sound of everyone darting out of the apartment because the police had come. Tamara passed out. Someone had to have carried her out because she lay in a cold, wet car. Tamara never saw them again. She never saw anyone again.
-Drewbear-
Quote, Unquote
“It is better to keep your mouth shut and appear dumb than to open it and remove all doubt.”
~Mark Twain
Drugs Rule!
In fact, they do. Drugs rule. At least at my work and where ever else I seem to go these days. It’s like kids can’t have a good time unless they’re high as a kite. I am opposed to all drugs. What a waste in my mind. Yeah, I want to spend all my money on some shit that will fuck me up and leave me broke and crawling for more. My sister once brought up the fact that we have a good amount of help for alcoholics and other hard core drugs like cocaine, but none for those weed smokers. I think her exact phrase was something like, “Have you ever heard of a weedaholics anonymous?” Of course, I haven’t so I don’t really know if there is such a thing. With her being 5 years my senior though, I thought the best thing to do was to agree because she seemed to really know what she was talking about and I didn’t.
But you know what? I don’t believe that shit. Weed isn’t addicting? For the people who believe this, come to my work. There you will see about 75% abuse weed on a daily basis. These people can’t even go to work for 4 - 6 hours without taking a hit. That is just fucked up. You can’t control yourself for four hours?? C’mon, that’s ridiculous. Even my managers are asking me if I want to go take a hit with them out back. Get real! In my mind doing weed might have been cool with your little high school friends, or even in college, but as a grown adult? Aren’t you supposed to know the difference from right and wrong by then?
Oh sure, you’ll get these uppity people who will brag about how their G.P.A. is so high or their work performance is not affected and they smoke up everyday. Well one day it’s going to catch up. Drugs are for the weak minded. People who have low self-esteem, no motivation, are unorganized, depressed, you name it. It’s their way to feel right or fit in. Fuck that. Grow up. Act like an adult. Be mature. Drugs are a waste and if you don’t find that out now, you’ll find it out later.
...Sweet Dreams are Made of These...
I’m swimming in an endless dreamland, where pirates roam and faeries fly, where it’s hard to tell the difference between good and bad, and right and wrong. In the corner mother goose is crying because she has no one else to tell her stories to. All of her children grew up and stopped believing... In the south Lucifer laughs as the sky bleeds with the pain of a thousand angels... The faeries dance on the wind beneath the gypsy moon that slaughtered the sun, never ceasing their masquerade as little drops of rain pierce their wings. All watch in silence as death sweeps the land coming for anyone and anything within his grasp... All escape his crushing grip but one...
~L.ucy in the
S.ky with
D.iamonds
Chuck Krah Lives
Well, many of you seniors and juniors that attend GHS and attended Greenfield Middle School went there with a kid by the name of Chuck Krah. It has recently come to the attention of The Last that many of you thought he had died or moved away. Well, thanks to the modern miracle of sight we have found out that he still walks among the living in our very own town of Greenfield! Persons who are interested in contacting him should direct their inquiries to scmaster98@yahoo.com There are also many interesting stories and facts concerning his daily toil at the high school right across the street from Southridge Mall. So for those wacky mishaps and misadventures mail him!
This has been a public service announcement on behalf of the population of GHS. Please continue to support your local underground school newspaper!
...Really Deep Thoughts...
I wish I could be like all you starry eyes poets... To be able to see the world as you do, in nothing but it’s purest form. To be able to laugh with the sinners instead of crying with the saints, and live each day as the last... I see the world for the disaster it is, and you, you see it through stained glass... The shades of red and blue pollute your mind, your thoughts, as your pen works endlessly to write down your thoughts before they disappear, or turn to dust... And before we know it your pen has run out of ink because of the worthless chatter you’ve left behind... And then there are those of you that lend your words to music, even when some of your words should have been left alone... To see the world as it was meant to be seen, to see past the destruction, and the pain, that in itself is a dream...
~PeLe
Newz
Guess what? I read the news yesterday. Well no, I stand corrected, I heard the news on the radio. Why would I subject myself to the torture and pointlessness of actually reading it? At least listening to it allows me to do something productive at the same time. So I had it on in the car, and guess what, I’m never listing to it again. It was literally a list of obituaries. EVERY SINGLE LINE out of that man’s mouth was about who got shot today and who is in critical condition in line to die tomorrow. If this is the world surrounding me, filled with dark happenings that are completely CHANCE guided only by stray bullets fired by incapable people who truly should be aiming for their own heads, I really don’t want to hear it. If we are all fated to die in some government scheme or neighborhood brawl, in some way gypped by the people that call us their neighbors or even part of their race. I’d rather it just jump out of a corner and get me instead of me slowly watching it stealthy creep up and take everyone in line before me. Even animals don’t kill members of their own species on purpose. Woohoo am I so glad to be human. I am getting so incredibly sick of listening to the murders and thieves that make the so-called “news” of America. Land of the free and home of the brave huh? Well tell me this, who’s the hero that would put a newborn baby in a plastic bag? If that is bravery then it’s our education system that has crumbled beneath our feet because I really don’t understand bravery at all. It is so pathetic that we call these happenings news. It actually means we enjoy hearing about these things and value their importance to society.
What is even scarier is that the journalists and news reporters continue to report the things that involve death and misfortune just because people are attracted to it. PEOPLE DON’T ENJOY IT. They enjoy it as much as they enjoy that morbid interest that swells in every drivers breast as he pauses to watch the three-car accident on his way to work. A typical American scenario. I hate reporting this because I am in love with the Stars and Stripes and couldn’t imagine being born under any other glistening sky.
Anyway, fear and an attraction to misfortune are some primitive parts of being human and I frankly do not see our entertainment industry rising above the awe of death installed in every living thing. Well hmm what else can I say? Do I really want to know about all the dark drips that form under the thing we call humanity because it seems each news report I read adds more to that puddle. I’m sorry, I just needed somewhere to express how glad I am to be part of this wonderfully evolved race. Now, go watch the news, this time someone might actually learn from someone else’s mistakes.
Mistake
I looked into your eyes
I saw hunger, and power
I closed my eyes
and wished you away
you raped my mouth
your tongue forced in
you raped my body
hands resisting mine
I never understand
I had faith, I had a belief
of some kind
you, I cared for
despise you, hate you
you took away
my only possession
control
Laura, the New Year's Whore
So there we were, on New Years Eve, partying at a man named Randy’s house. It was all good, we were supplied well with liquor, music, and sex. Well for some people, sex. See, there was this girl named Laura, and she’s what you might want to call a ho. I mean the girl liked “pleasuring” guys. Well, this same girl also had a boyfriend, yes a boyfriend, yet she felt the uncontrolled need to “pleasure” other guys. Well at this particular New Year’s party, she felt the need to do what she had done so many times before. Three guys at this party went out to a car to smoke some weed. Laura followed closely behind. It seems as though the four of them “disappeared” for about a good two hours. We all knew what was going on as did her boyfriend. When the four came back to the party, there was a little confrontation. One girl decided to stick up for the boyfriend, as he could not himself, and call this skank a slut. Of course she started crying and ran out of the house as her prissy ass boyfriend followed closely behind to console her. What a loser. What losers they both are.
So after a some cool off time and Laura and her boyfriend coming back to the party, everything chilled out. Although, as some pointed out, Laura and her boyfriend were making out after she had just pleasured three guys and gotten high with all of them. Disgusting! What a foul taste it must have been for that dude. Nasty. But then again, if he’s not going to care about his girlfriend cheating on him and openly admitting to it, he probably doesn’t care his lips are kissing the lips that were on three certain male anatomy parts. I guess he likes the taste of frosting in his mouth. The End.
~Sir Psycho Sexy and New Machine
Dear Abby
I’m having my feet rubbed right now as I type this. See I already wrote an article but one of our lovely staff members tried to save it and lost it, so here I am writing another one. That’s ok. That person is the lucky one rubbing my feet. I guess that’s the going rate for losing an article. Damn computer geeks. All the food is gone, Fuzzy over there is talking out of his ass, and I am ready to fall asleep.
I’m not too sure I’m in the right state of mind to be even writing an article. I don’t believe I really have anything productive to say. I’ve worked all day. I’m tired. My mind is floating. I haven’t burned a car in over 2 years. I haven’t been up to my hick roots in Tomahawk in a month. I’ve been depressed and inactive in the writing department. I’ve just completely disenchanted myself and my viewers. I’m sorry. Well I’m out of this school in three months, so younger folks out there please write! Please read this and realize how important your free speech really is!
If I ever give advice to younger people it would be high school is like a disease. It spreads, like a fever, but then you eventually get over it. Take pride in yourself. Express yourself by writing to The Last or just plain out writing. Follow your heart but always think with your brain. Please before you do something stupid realize the consequences and how much you stand to lose, because a lot of the time you can never get it back, and if you can get it back there are deep scars. Well that’s my Dear Abby for tonight. I think I will jump in my car that I drive to work everyday, and drive home from the meeting on this lovely southern breezy night. Goodnight.
~The Car Burning Hick
Whore ~O~ Scopes
Aries (March 21 - April 19) - Beware of the man that calls himself “The Goat”, he will ram you.
Taurus (April 20 - May 20) - Becoming lost in the woods, you fear for your life. Don’t fret though, the Canadian Royal Yakmen will save you.
Gemini (May 21 - June 21) - You will be come the next idol of prepubescent girls as they stroke more than your confidence.
Cancer (June 22 - July 22) - This month you will find your dysfunction to be an asset. Bind those Penii together!!!
Leo (July 23 - Aug 22) - You fear that swallowing your boyfriends’ cum will impregnate you. Don’t worry it can’t, but screwing your little cousin will.
Virgo (Aug 23 - Sept 22) - Your mother has seen the video of you licking cum off the glass in the video beat-off booths.
Libra (Sept 23- Oct 23) - Don’t whiz on the electric fence!
Scorpio (Oct 24- Nov 21) - Love all, as they will love you back.
B
Sagittarius (Nov 22- Dec 21) - You are cast for a new gay prime-time show. It’s called “Leave it, it’s Beaver”.
Capricorn (Dec 22- Jan 19) - Jonathon Davis will spit on you at the KoRn concert in Madison and you will never again wash your body as it has become a shrine.
Aquarius (Jan 20- Feb 18) - You have won a dream date with Jason Gierl!! Call him at 325-9116!! (Ugly girls need not apply.)
Pisces (Feb 19- March 20) - Damnit all. You know the drill. You guys are last so you get shit.
Blind
how dare you be so beautiful
how dare you hit on me
she waits for your return
only I’ll know where you’ll be
we’ll enjoy each others company
we’ll be engulfed in pleasure
it’s just to bad others can’t know
the feelings for you, too much to measure
I seem to play the fool quite often
I seem to fall to hard
I never give up hope
only seem to get more scarred
Take me Away
The water spins the daisy heads,
And my thoughts reflect the day,
While the trees fall into autumn beds,
And the clouds smile the rain away,
The photographs bend the sky’s pain,
Into something the wheel can’t turn,
While the painting’s colors melt and change,
And the candle no longer burns,
The candle shows the dates of hurt,
While we fear our heart’s frozen pain,
No longer do our prayers work,
The only tighten our neglected chains,
Now we are taken to the secret land,
Where everybody cries,
I tried to twist the darkened plan,
But was put in the ocean to die,
Now take me to the lightened jail,
That holds our sickened worth,
And show me death so dark and pale,
And bury me in my hurt.
By: Amber Shea
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