

Concentrated PainWe are the lightning rods of sorrow. Through us all pain, all misery, goes. When you lie on your bed, in pain or sorrow, and suddenly you realize it will be all right.Concentrated Pain
The pain goes to us.
It travels hundreds of miles, into our bones, into our minds. It weaves its way through our bodies, scarring our essences, haunting our sleep. And you know what makes us survive?
Knowing that if it wasn't us, it would be somebody else.


Doom and ShrimpDoom, de doom, Pass the shrimp, Doom doom de doom,Doom and Shrimp
If a lobster won't do, Then pass the stew, Doom, doom, doom.


Would You Like a Parsnip?What's the point of reading this,Would You Like a Parsnip?
If later on we'll die?
If that's the case, Then it's my place
To always say goodbye.


Living Without HerLiving Without Her By: Dirk E. BoleroLiving Without Her
History has shown us that when a person is lacking something, he or she will normally end up with a large discovery of some sort. For example, a famous inventor was in his bath, and discovered a way of telling the silver/gold ratio within a crown. In this case, he was lacking clothes, but this did not stop him from running outside naked shouting the words, “I’ve got it,” in a foreign (or in his case, local) dialect. Religions are oftentimes started in the desert, where people seem to be without anything at all. No food, no water, and suddenly they have ideas about who created
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