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GOTH NAME: BEAUTIFUL DISGRACE

True Story.


A religion teacher assigned her class an essay on what makes a good Christian. One student wrote about praying nightly, say no to abortion, banning gay marriage, and donating money. The other student wrote about talking to God and allowing people to enjoy their lives, and supporting gay marriage.


The day the teacher was to hand the papers back, she called up the second student and told him she would pray for him when he went to hell. The student asked why would he be going to hell, and why he got an F on his paper. The teacher told him that Catholisim is against gay marriage. The student looked at her for a minute, then said aloud, "I'm gay." The teacher kicked him out of class as if he had said fuck or worshipped Satan.


A girl in the back of class who had a boyfriend and was obviously straight got up and left too.



* If you would leave the classroom, repost this. It doesn't matter if you're straight, bi, or gay. It doesn't matter if you're Catholic or not. Everyone is a human being and deserves happiness. *




AND MY PERSONAL FAVE!!!!:
The Nymph o' the Sea

yer anyways dont send me messages unless you have something to say because i have better things to do with my time than talk to complete IDIOTS!! dont call me sexy, or babes or any pet names coz i dont even know you... im not going to say im ugly or whatever but dont expect me to think im perfect because like EVERYBODY i have insecurities.. dont message me if youre going to be a bitch or an asshole coz again i dont have time for idiots like you.. and the english language was designed the way it was for a reason, dont give me that chav talk coz you just sound like an uneducated idiot, which if you are again i dont want to talk to you because i like knowing theres someone whos vaguely intelligent out there answering my messages not a fucking vacuum on legs -.-.. i will not cyber you NO because youre not artistic enough to even turn me on from this distance, i will not have a long distance relationship with you and i dont want to meet up at any time in the future unless i actually say to you that i do, in which case you would have to KICK ASS!! and again no i will not give you my mail adress coz i dont need total morons annoying me everytime i go online to chat to my real friends... yep, so after reading this you know the rules and so you probably think im no fun and so are not going to message me ^.^.. oh what a loss :P




Heres some of my poetry, am only posting it coz im bored and i dont think anyone actually reads these things anyways.. lol

 
Poem one
The scars shall fade,
The wounds shall heal,
And no one will prove,
The memories are real..

poem two
my bleeding wrist
my bleeding heart
such similar wounds
yet so apart
one caused by man in his abruptness
one self inflicted in selfishness
at times i feed off memories
I strive to live just to appease

Poem three
Material world, material world,
please to me your depth unfurl,
all shallowness it satisfies,
yield thine answers to mine eyes,
compassion and mercy where art thou?
I strive to find thee, help me now
our hope and light is withering,
I pray thee, end my suffering!

Poem four
The blood, The blood,
the gore its pure
and through such pain do we endure
such faith have we in our religion
that in death we shall be rewarded

Poem five
Such filth
such scum
have I become
scrub my skin to remove the blemish,
bleed my wrists to release the taint,
my soul is filled with such self loathing,
tear away my flaws i MUST
please, oh please, restore thine beauty,
or claw away my eyes i shall
for i cannot gaze upon myself longer
on my self revolt i refuse to dwell

Poem six
my peaceful tranquility
on the breeze, in the light
illuminated from the shadows
by the silver moonlight
dark stains on my wrist
of a razor blades might
tear stains on my cheeks
caused by your spite

a knife through my heart
to ease the pain
with sightless eyes staring
I live now again
lifes satisfaction
I no longer feign
my soul is still blemished
and darkened with stain

I gave life a chance
not once, twice, but thrice
but despair and suffering
shall no longer suffice
my body lies broken
my heart.. is of ice..

oh yes and another thing, i dont like turkish people.. dont take it to heart its not who you are, its what you are... no actually its probably both, so you can take it to heart if you want i dont actually care that much and for once am not going to bother pretending to care

Do Not Go Here MUTHA FUCKAS!! ^.^
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[92% of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing your ass off.]