Strange Mental Currencies

[Hank]

The other day I took a fishin' trip
Just me an' my boat, and ol' Banjo-lip
Banjo was my guide, an old colored fella'
He wasn't very dark, he was a high-steppin' yella'

So we launched my boat, and I cranked my motor
And up to my nose came a terrible odor
I looked all around trying to find something dead
But it was Banjo with his arm up, scratching his head.

Some niggers never die, they just smell that way.

Now the more he'd scratch, the more he'd sweat
And I'm here to say, he was a-chokin' me to death
So we loaded up, I just couldn't go on
And I coughed and I gagged-all the way home.

When I dropped him off, I was next to dyin'
My nose was a' running, and my eyes were a' cryin'.
The smell scorched the hair right out of my nose,
And when I got home, I had to burn all my clothes!

Some niggers never die, they just smell that way.

I recuperated quick, I was thankful for that
I was only in bed for a week and a half.
The very first day I was up on my feet.
I went to the supermarket, down the street.

I shopped all around, and I filled out my order,
My groceries were bagged by a fat nigger porter.
The air conditioner was broke, an' I was ferocious
Cause' it was hot, and that nigger was a-sweatin' on my groceries!

Some niggers never die, they just smell that way.

The vegetable and greens I bought started wilting
My blood pressure rose, and I could have killed him!
I was gonna smash him all over that place,
But he raised up his arm, and I fell on my face!
Now I'm here in the hospital, and at the ceiling I stare,
I could have whipped that nigger, except he used germ warfare!
So from now on, I'll carry a long, long stick,
Cause if I keep from the smell, then I'll have him licked!

Some niggers never die, they just smell that way!

Wow.

[silver and cold]

Hank, I hope some black man kills you and gets away with it! thank you and have a nice day.

[farawayfromhere]

What is it you do to me
why is it that it always works
you suck me in your whirlpool
where only evil lurks

You take the life out of me
you breathe your lies in deep
only a contest, life is now
where only envy creeps

I hate what I've become
and I know its all my fault
I let you suck me in
Into your dirty vault

There's nothing I can do now,
You've left me on my own,
I'm empty, bleeding, broken
You've left me all alone.
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Mind, my small vocabulary, this was written when I was in 7th grade, and no it is not directed towards a boy. It's for my mother.

[cough man]

Why is it so hard,
To let this go?
When I said I'd always love you,
I wasn't lying,
I will always be here for you,
A shoulder to cry on,
It may be hard for me to cope with,
But I just want you to be happy,
You told me you want to just be friends,
It kills me but I will live,
You don't need to worry about me,
Don't waste your time on me,
You know what I want,
You know all I need is you,
But whenever I hear that voice,
Or the laugh I first fell in love with,
I hurt all over again,
You know what I want to say,
But it hurts too much to say it,
I have to fight back these tears,
As I say it one last time,
I love you,
And I always will.

[Percipere'Chan]

Inner Plea

saturnine despair. I recoil. and suspire. death, hope or amour come swiftly. Lest the rancor unfurl.

[-to mandate heaven-]

I'm absorbing all your words of self-rightcheousness, and starting to choke on them like
second hand smoke.
I'm letting your negative energy sink in, while starting to drown in all of your lies.

All you ever wanted was a reaction.

A seamstress could never mend all the friendships you've torn, nor use a patch to cover
what you'd like to hide.
Build a reputation with blocks of humiliation.
Let us bow our heads and ask for your blessing.

Cock your head back and laugh as you've ruined anothers day. Grin across the table
happily satisfied. Take a look at the ash tray, because that's all you'll ever be. An endless
cup of coffee is your only weapon.

[ September 23, 2004, 12:32 AM: Message edited by: -to mandate heaven- ]

[Percipere'Chan]

Burnished Steel, degenerate.
Like the Man of La Mancha, my armor shows my weakness.
Confronted by the shields of mirror, but your realism grips not *mine* eye.
I am Heedless of your claim to value,
meaning is Indeterminate,
and truth holds only so far and long as its communication.

All I ever wanted was my freedom,
and pursuit in my friendships is my soul force of determination.
What know you of my dreams and nightmares?
I am complex systems and a conquerer of the intuitive unknown.
Do I not get to play too?
I have been everyone else for more days than you have seen.
What evil is there,
taking time to sliently peer at the strange garments I find myself wearing.

There is no thing I hide but that which lacks my concentration.

I am a verdant arrow, and a fool.
Innocent enough to subsist on dreams,
and, in lacking concentration, flagitious.

What you take for granted forces my reclusion,
and the values of independant adventures.

A wise man speaks in the tongue of fools,
but if you cannot also speak in the tongue of wise men,
you are a fool.
Is ignorance bliss?

I wield Reason. Emotion, my shield.
My battle, MY Deamons.
My reward, my potential.

Is hacking a path through the wilderness of necessary sustenance so unreal to you?

*puff
My thanatos; My punishment.
...my humiliation.

[ September 23, 2004, 10:09 PM: Message edited by: Percipere'Chan ]

[Percipere'Chan]

You are learning.
And so,
as all are wont to do,
shelter your self in that which you have not the experience to purchase.

Ethic.
Long days moving from place to place.
A president.
After... looking, so long, how did you (finally) find it?

You too erect and build additions upon the palace of your dreams.
You invite, seek melodious conversation in your home and hearth.
What will happen when the supports give way?
Even as life is for your growth, is it not also for your pruning?

My quest is not erudition, but that of a social embrace.
Is it this misgiving that founds your anger?
As it has been said, I am not superhuman,
and must work within my limitations.
My shelter has collapsed.
Where could a human invite?

eXtensibly Mark up the Language that you so detest.
This is my foundational support.
What is so right about my self?
More than you know, it is my base survival.
...you do not see how I must remove myself to know you better.
I am impatient, and socially retarded.
But in your ignorance you pass over
Efficiency in multiple dimensions,
Microcosoms of meticulous detail, and
Archetypes of intuitive communication.
All evolving at speeds reciprocal to my extroversion.
As you do not make affordance for that which you cannot purchase,
So are these things worthless to you.
But their worth is far more than support for hearth and home,
They are support for hearth and home.

I will not be a dreamer.
Nor will I be a realist.
My must needs, to dance between the two.
If the price is my right at the sacrafice of your self,
You may perceive my payment,
But only you will make appraisal.

Taking another sip,
I do not ask you to have faith,
only to admit and explore what you do not afford.

I fumble in your sphere,
and you give me 'the reputation in your footprints!'
Your anger and perception of dishonesty,
are my tray, humiliation, and empty take away.

I take as much offense at your request of my blessing,
As you do of my granting your desire.
I'll be informing you, you're purpose, served.

[ September 24, 2004, 12:20 AM: Message edited by: Percipere'Chan ]

[silver and cold]

lying to herself, trying to replace the only thing she had, being just over a year, and not one drug will heal the pain,pissed off and envious of it being him and not her,crying her self to sleep every night, and heavily sedated every day, nothing helped the way she felt,lying about it all, but he's never coming back.