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Looks like “Molest Me Elmo” has been upstaged. Now (for I’m sure a limited time) your child can enjoy learning with Elmo in a different way. As he threatens to kill you.

I’m not making this shit up.

What the fuck?

“I’ll pop yo ass, mofucka!”

Oh yeah? Well I’ve got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they’ve got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain’t got me, they can’t buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I’ve got it all up here?

Tried to get me with a T.V. show,
But I wouldn’t have none of it, no, no, no.
Standards and values on a black and white screen,
Sarah Farah Fawcett acting mean.
She’s got the lot, that’s what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you’ll see the missing link.
She’s just a fucking puppet in their indoctrination plan,
“Be like me girls and become a real man,”
Live to the full, always act flash,
Don’t use your brains when your body makes the splash.

Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I’ve got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they’ve got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain’t got me, they can’t buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I’ve got it all up here?

Tried to get me in the supermarket store,
Bought what I wanted, they they said “buy more.”
Mountains of crap that nobody really needs,
Gaily coloured wrappers to suit assorted greeds.
They’ve got the lot, that’s what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you’ll see the missing link.
Buy this product, pay for the crap,
Quarter for the product, three quarters for the wrap.
Be a happy family, like the people on the pack,
Pay up to the profit, and you’ll never look back.

Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I’ve got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they’ve got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain’t got me, they can’t buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I’ve got it all up here?

Tried to get me with their learning and their books,
Deep understanding and intelligent looks,
All of the time, they never saw me,
They were just looking for what they wanted to see.
They’ve got the lot, that’s what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you’ll see the missing link.
Books are easy backs for what they want to do to you,
Bind you up in slavery for the privileged few,
They’ll prove their lies with history, say “that’s the way it always was,
Accept the shit and slavery, be one of us.”

Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I’ve got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they’ve got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain’t got me, they can’t buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I’ve got it all up here?

Tried to get me with religion and with christ,
Said I’d get to heaven if I acted real nice,
But they were just preparing a crucifix for me,
A life of guilt, of sin, of pain, of holy misery.
They’ve got the lot, that’s what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you’ll see the missing link.
The bible’s just a blue print for their morality scene,
Just another load of shit on how it’s never been.
They stand there in the pulpit, doling out their lies,
Offering forgiveness, then they talk of eyes for eyes.

Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I’ve got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they’ve got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain’t got me, they can’t buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I’ve got it all up here?

Tried to get me, but I won’t be got,
Say I’m a misfit but I say I’m not,
I never set out to profit from another,
Those smarmy bastards would steal from their mother.
They’ve got the lot, that’s what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you’ll see the missing link.
They plundered and slaughtered in the name of truth,
Acceptance of normality is what they want from you as proof,
They think they’ve got the answers, but there’s something that they miss,
Their cup which overfloweth, is JUST FULL UP OF PISS.

Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I’ve got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they’ve got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain’t got me, they can’t buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I’ve got it all up here, se

I drink coffee from paper cups. I’ve used so many paper cups that if I saved them I could stack them as high as a redwood. But I don’t save them. I pitch them. Into the landfill with them. And into the landfill with the packaging from my new monitor, the ball point pen that just died, the shoes who’s traction I’ve worn through, the popped bicycle tubes, and the grounds from that damn coffee. We live in a fucked up snow-globe, all cracked and leaking and shit, with fake palm trees, fake smiles and the GAP. I know this, but here I am, throwing my fair trade coffee trash against the god damn glass. -out

how FANTASTIC is this?

God bless you, America. It’s nice to know we live in a world oblivious to shit like this.

And though the U.S. of A protects women and children from violence to a degree, it is inevitable that I read stories like this.

“Hey, school’s a dangerous place. You gotta do what ya gotta do — fist, blade, or pop [gun],” a 15-year-old gang member said.

Which, yet again, poses the big question: WHAT THE FUCK??

Read those stories and tell me which is the bigger tragedy. A dispaced soldier forced to rape and kill or a 15-year-old girl afraid to go to school. Isn’t this America? Shouldn’t we…you know… protect our youth? Shouldn’t we be aware of what’s going on in the world?

Ignorance is NOT bliss, idiots.

Getting lost in the mundane, synthetic reality in which are we are all a part but refuse to claim, could not be more rightfully expressed then through a humble pink blog.   We each create our own little world with a sterotypical self-righteous undertone, whilst blasting tasteful  obscenities  in bold print in hopes of  gathering around the shared ideal that demeitri martin is a douche ( no one liked the fems anyway..) or to what ever be your niche.

We are all mind bloggers, wearing our wallpaper and gaudy italics. pressing forth and relating ideas to a controlled demographic of thought hungry zombies looking for their next meal. The sound of the words causes their eyes to smoke and and skin to crawl. Both inword and outer breath, causing ecstatic sting to their chew gashed lips.

I am you and you are me. (except that fat kid, I think they call him “Mike”)

Some are so outspoken that their voices carry over our social barriers, and strike true to the heart of every individual promoting recognized strength, unity, and pride, as truth is such and will always set you free. Others would rather oafishly exploit the weak -minded for means of monetary gain, or social control on all levels from politics, to stealing poor fatty mikes pity-brought, smelly girlfriend.

as above is below, within is without, all is nothing without all.

The difference from your christ and your satan is simply the choice to choose, in any given moment to act in a selfless manor, with trust not earned lightly, but love given equally(I could think of a few exeptions). or to exploit the weak in a de-evolutionary manor.

-end rant.

I am in Palm desert visiting family, and I saw the most amazing thing:

Arenas Street, also known as “Anus Street”, is the equivalent of Castro st. in San  Francisco. Lots of boys holding hands with boys, but an unfortunately small amount of girls on Anus Street. They didn’t even have a lesbian bar. That makes me sad.

But there was a designer store that was having an “Everyting In The Store Is $16 (yes, everyting)” sale. So that made me happy again. In fact, I believe I fond a shirt that would go for $100 and I bought it like buying a sexy, emotionally-starved Russian bride.

I think that makes me a goddess.

In case you haven’t seen it, Important Things with Demetri Martin, a new show on comedy central starring stand-up comedian Demetri Martin, has recently body slammed my fragile temper. I finally got myself to watch the show, and discovered that it is just as indie and irritating as its commercials. Maybe even a little more so.

I decided to write about just how desperate and sad the show was, but I was advised to watch some of his stand-up on youtube before I brought out the big guns. So I did. Demetri Martin, I still think you’re indie and gay. Here are five reasons why. This won’t take long.

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Recent events in my life have caused me to stop in my tracks and blink confusedly. I never have (and don’t think I ever will) been able to understand the higher education system.

In order to better yourself with a career that utilizes your talents and allows you to live comfortably enough to bypass the ramen, it is wisest to go to college. I was dead-set against a four-year school for the longest time. Their outrageous tuition fees, academic hoops, and years of dedication made me feel dirty all over. They still do, but I’ve hit a roadblock in my career in healthcare that can only be bettered by a bachelors degree and certification. Yay, MORE school.

I think it is completely unfair and unnecessarily cruel of higher education institutions to bury students alive in loans and cripple their self-esteem with unnaturally high academic standards.

According to suicide.org, suicide is the second leading cause of death for college students.

The Reflector has this uplifting report:

• “Suicide rates among college students have increased in recent years, prompting many colleges and universities to find a way to curb the estimated 1,100 student suicides that happen each year, according to the Associated Press.

  In one case at New York’s Hunter College, a depressed student who attempted to end her life by swallowing dozens of Tylenol capsules got expelled from her residence after the ordeal.

  The school informed her that she violated her housing contract by attempting suicide.

  Only in the presence of a security guard was the young woman able to retrieve her belongings.”

  Which poses this question: WHAT THE FUCK??

  Did I really just read an article that said a struggling, emotionally disturbed student was expelled for attempted suicide? Then had to retrieve her belongings escorted by a security guard??

  Hunter College, what kind of pussy, spineless  establishment are you? She violated her housing contract? Really?

  OK, the untimely death of any young person is tragic, but a suicide because of school pressure is inexcusable. Most, if not all, schools offer counseling for at-risk students, and according to The Reflector, it is typical policy to oversee the mental health of students showing signs of suicidal depression.

  So if you’re not so overwhelmed that you want to die while you’re getting your education, you will after you graduate. Take a look at what USATODAY has to show for the recent rise in tuition costs. The figures on their site DON’T include book fees, student services fees (which do a whole lot of good at schools like Hunter College), and pretty much a fee for everything conceivable. If you’re a college student, I’m sure you know what what I’m talking about.

  So, in essence, a typical student needs to conjure enough money to feed a third world country in order to educate themselves, somehow juggle the rigors of college pressure (not to mention just being young and learning about how sadistic life can be), and spend the next ten years devoting their paychecks to paying off student loans. Thus remaining locked in a money choke-hold and living like a starving student for years after serving their time.

  …What?! That just doesn’t make sense to me.