Quotes added on Monday, April 6 2015
So someone on my street decided they wanted to celebrate
something at almost one in the morning. I don't think that
many people appreciated fireworks at this time of night, but
thank you for the bright lights and the noise. Oh and thank you
for the minnie heart attack that you just gave me!
I live in Australia and on the news
this man is getting charged for giving his little girl cannabis
oil because she had cancer. The oil was actually HELPING her get
better. Cannabis oil doesn't make you high. Don't you think the
police should have better things to do other than arresting a
father who was only trying to help his daughter. I mean there are
kids stealing cars and breaking into peoples' homes and the
police are worried about this.Cannabis oil is helpful for
epileptic fits and lots of other things. There was a woman who
was only 50 years old and had the bones of a 100 year old. She
couldn't walk or anything but when she started to take the oil
she could get up and walk around. I know lots of people won't
agree with me and you don't have to but if this stuff is helping
people who have cancer, epilepsy and other problems I think it
should be legal.
(Sorry if there are lots of spelling mistakes autocorrect keeps changing the words to other words)
(Sorry if there are lots of spelling mistakes autocorrect keeps changing the words to other words)
How is a bird with broken wings suppose to lead the flock?
Life is
worthless
Not you
Not you
WE
ATE THE BIRDS. We ate them. We
wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst
out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their
feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we
wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops
and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we
clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted
them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and
all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one
with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth,
beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and
agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the
mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our
gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we
couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we
can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for
the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired
in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep
in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a
long time ago, when we still had the power to say
no.
