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Tired of peoples' magazine, tired of people watching, looking, trying to catch some one elses dream.
I'm tired of god, tired of my best friends, and me.
I'm sick of smelling the fresh air, all tainted with extra U.V.'s.
I'm sick of the heat, the trees being cut down, dead zones in our oceans and seas.
This tears me apart, teachers and students-hostage, ten years 39 dead-suicide in a bed.
It tears me down, all this life we take for granite and all the things we kill.

7 billion dumb founded dip ***** and ten thousand engineers, couldn't save the world from our despair.
I guess I'm tired of the glass being half full, 'cause it's almost ***** empty.
I'm tired of homocide being a life sentence.
We need population control, we need to nuke the Middle East, let all that oil burn.
We need a few billion less today, currency is crap.
We need to go for a 2 year period of the barter system.
It will let the lazy starve, find the starving fed, help people helping people 'cause it's helping them.

We need to scrap the rules of society, encourage princable on the education of what is right and wrong.
Take away money and believe in love. Love, love of family, love of earth, love of music, love of art, love of everything that sustains life of our insignificant existance, so goodness can reign over our children and their childrens children.
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disgruntled thoughts of pupil

Contributed by rhei76 on Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 08:43:04 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Well, sittin' at Tess' appointment, bored as *****.
Tired of peoples' magazine, tired of people watching, looking, trying to catch some one elses dream.
I'm tired of god, tired of my best friends, and me.
I'm sick of smelling the fresh air, all tainted with extra U.V.'s.
I'm sick of the heat, the trees being cut down, dead zones in our oceans and seas.
This tears me apart, teachers and students-hostage, ten years 39 dead-suicide in a bed.
It tears me down, all this life we take for granite and all the things we kill.

7 billion dumb founded dip ***** and ten thousand engineers, couldn't save the world from our despair.
I guess I'm tired of the glass being half full, 'cause it's almost ***** empty.
I'm tired of homocide being a life sentence.
We need population control, we need to nuke the Middle East, let all that oil burn.
We need a few billion less today, currency is crap.
We need to go for a 2 year period of the barter system.
It will let the lazy starve, find the starving fed, help people helping people 'cause it's helping them.

We need to scrap the rules of society, encourage princable on the education of what is right and wrong.
Take away money and believe in love. Love, love of family, love of earth, love of music, love of art, love of everything that sustains life of our insignificant existance, so goodness can reign over our children and their childrens children.




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Re: disgruntled thoughts of pupil (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Thursday, 29th March 2007 @ 06:31:33 AM AEST
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Last three lines are heart warming..and simply beautiful:-).
an old friend
venkat


Re: disgruntled thoughts of pupil (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Thursday, 29th March 2007 @ 07:11:46 AM AEST
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Our needs are so many..That is the historical book never yet written we just keep repeating the same mistakes century after century.If we ever figure it out and do it right..I guess we'll finally climb that mountain.I just sit and hope and do what I can...which is little with life's politics..but hey I can hope!
Well done my friend maybe we will all get tired of the mess together and take action.


Re: disgruntled thoughts of pupil (User Rating: 1 )
by runawaynameless on Tuesday, 3rd April 2007 @ 12:52:18 PM AEST
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No one could understand, it was the outsiders view. We get tired, and we see things through. People dont understand. People just dont. Killers a killer. Thank god he is dead. I dont know I really dont. Lets find other forms of gas. Lets use resources we already have. Maybe death is like happiness. Maybe were all really dead, till something makes us alive. I really dont know any more, because everything I feel seems to turn to hate. I dont know man, your the most creative person I know, in the writing department that is. I love you. I could say more, but I dont know what that would be.

Ill try to make your friends be less dramatic. Even me! =)

Much love and keep writing. I plan to start learning on an instrument, that way, you have more than just Don to practice with when you come back home.


Re: disgruntled thoughts of pupil (User Rating: 1 )
by runawaynameless on Wednesday, 4th April 2007 @ 09:33:42 AM AEST
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Im on myspace IM.




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