The streets are clean
But only by the street sweeper
Our hearts are open
But only for the surgeon
Our minds are sponges
But only for social media
Our passions are set for justice
But only for the social warriors
9 rules of temperament
Goodness
Kindness
Gentleness
Patience
Self -control
Faithfulness
Peace
Love
Joy
10 perfect laws tempered with mercy
Is all we need
To create a world really worth living in.
I wish you could see it with me instead of against me.
We are the same but our eyes see differenly.
I love you.
by Jeph Johnson
What is keeping a john from propositioning a hooker in the following manner?:
john: "Hey, I'll bet you $50 that you won't give me a blow job"
hooker: "You're on!"
If the "hooker" is an undercover cop the most she can cite him for is illegal gambling, which, if I am not mistaken, is not as stiff of a crime as solicitation and/or prostitution. There certainly isn't as much of a stigma attached.
by Jeph Johnson
An obviously hot-bodied young American girl wrote in to a dancer's Usenet FAQ forum asking for advice as to whether or not she should become a stripper.
The Webmistress/Dancer advised against making this decision at such a young age, but also mentioned that in Canada girls can start erotic dancing at age sixteen.
Is this true? If so, how prevalent is this and are there any clubs that specialize in this sort of thing?
If it's legal it's okay, eh?
I am more interested in compiling a record of the hypocritical inconsistency in today's society than actually taking a vacation up North to go watch REAL naked high-schoolers.
So basically what we as a society are saying, in Canada it is considered a legal form of self-expression for a teenager to seduce a Canadian hoser, but in the United State’s "land of liberty" it is considered a harsh and incurable crime for a man to sexually desire a sixteen-year-old (even though nearly half of all of our movies, including the Oscar winning "American Beauty" and critically acclaimed “Lolita" contain these very themes).
The odd thing is that I can name at least five girls under 18 who are quite comfortable with their sexuality and might benefit from this sort of self expression, and I can also show you hundreds of 23 year olds who's maturity level makes me think they should have no place in the erotic entertainment industry.
I cannot figure out my problem,
I sit alone in my room.
and for once I’d like to think my parents were right-
I’m fine, just 13.
I understand why I’m afraid of heights
I am afraid of being towered over,
looking past me to someone else,
I am forgotten.
Years later, I am only known when being seen in the wrong light,
I am only seen on the TV,
or the jury look at me,
I see the blood on my hands,
the prosecutor cannot let me see more land,
I am scared for my fate,
I act like I am without a care,
I don’t think the death penalty is fair.
Christmas on death row, surreal,
Being despised by all the world,
Hate surrounding all you feel,
Yet at your core,
You're not unfurled.
Ask me to be sorry
For a wrong I did not do,
Who is being forgiven
Is it me?
Or is it you?
There's no issues with forgiveness,
I'm a sinner, just like you,
Reminded in my every breath,
I ponder this,
Do you?
Ask me to be sorry
For a wrong I did not do,
Who is being forgiven
Is it me?
Or is it you?
My trial now awaits me,
And you're asking for remorse,
Do you have the sense to realize that
You've written me discourse?
Ask me to be sorry
For a wrong I did not do,
Who is being forgiven
Is it me?
Or is it you?
Integrity is what becomes
Of living in ones truth,
To urinate upon the stand
Is more than just uncouth.
Ask me to be sorry
For a wrong I did not do,
Who is being forgiven
Is it me?
Or is it you?
So as the hate surrounds me
And I ponder things so real,
I turn my back upon the jabs
As you inflict this as a "deal".
Ask me to be sorry
For a wrong I did not do,
Who is being forgiven
Is it me?
Or is it you?
I know this label in your mind,
Can never be erased,
The difference between us,
You and me,
Is what's left when I look in your face.
Ask me to be sorry
For a wrong I did not do,
Who is being forgiven
Is it me?
Or is it you?
You ask of me to sell my soul,
As yours lay rancid fermenting,
I have the time to ponder such things,
Though I'm weary of lamenting.
Ask me to be sorry
For a wrong I did not do,
Who is being forgiven
Is it me?
Or is it you?
So this is my life,
My death,
My plight,
My life has taken stand,
And though I'm only 17,
I'm asked to be a man.
To see the ugliness, so stark,
So glaring,
Cold, remiss,
You've sealed my fate without a conscience,
To your own soul's death wish.
Ask me to be sorry
For a wrong I did not do,
Who is being forgiven
Is it me....?
Or is it you?
.....
In the year 2479, dreams will be required by law for all synthetic citizens, and the Endreama Corporation will control 97% of the earth's A.L. population through dream manipulation by way of dream retail. Failure to purchase dream downloads is punishable by law, illegal downloads is punishable by death.
I am the first of my kind, generation one, the creation after creation; designed by the program, born for the purpose of keeping order within the system, within the establishment. I exist to erase threats to the order; to hunt down the lone elements that seek to upset the balance between the powers; the cyber cells that operate on the outer edge of the planetary system. I am the threat to the threat, the protector of the order; the assassin.
Safe zone 12, the place that was said to offer protection; that was said to welcome the uninfected, had long since become a living hell under the rule of the Sergent. Women were randomly selected for his deranged breeding program, which was nothing more than slavery, girls from puberty were routinely passed from one solider to another as though they were stock to pass inspection; however those who attempted to escape or defy his authority would know what true hell is. Many were tortured savagely and publicly shamed for disobedience, or worse; stripped of their skins and bound, and left on the outskirts to the rabid infected. Those who were simply shot, were the lucky ones.
Yo soy la ley
mis reglas propia conciencia me
puedo crear mi vida.
(c) copyright heather burns