Its all so quite, its all so still. Its all so quiet and so peaceful until.....
I think what is important today and everyday is to get in touch with the wee special people out there in this fucking ridiculous world. Hell, im talking about the one's who have special labels put on them. The mental retarded, the limbless, the armless, the droller, the ones with turrets, narcolepsy, ect. These people deserve a standing ovation. They are the ones who go through life in a normal state. They are the one's who act like true human beings. We are told at an early age to act your age, be a good little lady, dont make that face, youre to hipper, take your Prozac dear....
May I ask, what is so wrong with acting the way you want to act? Why cant I throw food at the dinner table, why cant I play in mud, why cant I spin around until im dizzy and fall down? What is the matter with our pretentious society that a little fun is FUN? Why should we be told that were acting bad, and praised when we are acting good (in societies standards). Show me the book where it says all human beings will act this way or else! We hide the ones who cant help acting that way; we lock them up behind the walls and call them institutions. We hire incompetent social workers to watch and bruise them in hopes to try and conform them to our standards. We create drugs so they cant have emotion and call it a disease. We give them shock therapy and try to jolt them into reality. Hell, even the Japanese took all the deformed social rejects and put them on Mitsubishi Island and used them as slaves, just to keep them out of the normal society.
This blogg is dedicated to all those people out there who are the special people and to those who do not conform to the normal social rules. heres to ya!!!!
Turrets trip to the Saint Patricks Cathedral
The meeting was over
The measure had passed
It was finally time for
A school trip to mass.
The special Ed students
All boarded the bus
To Saint Patricks Cathedral
Without any fuss.
The children were special
With only turrets
All self medicated
Except the teacher, without any regrets.
When they arrived
The great hall was massive
They walked around
Still quite passive.
Within the next hour
It was time for mass
Hundreds huddled to their pews
Including the class.
The organ sang
Right up to the heavens
Then the bishop got ready
To read from page 7.
The air was soft
The cathedral silent
Then all of a sudden
Timmys screams became violent.
A 1 syllable screech
That resembled a turd
Sprang from his lips
That everyone heard.
Before people could believe it
The whole class quickly followed
A chorus of obscenity
That was unable to swallow.
The teacher was shocked
The others just starred
She got them all ready
To get the hell out of there.
On the bus ride home
She thought in fear
No more school trips
For the turrets kids this year.
do something fun, go out and make some friends with those who have turrets. they will keep you happy. hell how many times have any of you said what you really felt in public?
I think what is important today and everyday is to get in touch with the wee special people out there in this fucking ridiculous world. Hell, im talking about the one's who have special labels put on them. The mental retarded, the limbless, the armless, the droller, the ones with turrets, narcolepsy, ect. These people deserve a standing ovation. They are the ones who go through life in a normal state. They are the one's who act like true human beings. We are told at an early age to act your age, be a good little lady, dont make that face, youre to hipper, take your Prozac dear....
May I ask, what is so wrong with acting the way you want to act? Why cant I throw food at the dinner table, why cant I play in mud, why cant I spin around until im dizzy and fall down? What is the matter with our pretentious society that a little fun is FUN? Why should we be told that were acting bad, and praised when we are acting good (in societies standards). Show me the book where it says all human beings will act this way or else! We hide the ones who cant help acting that way; we lock them up behind the walls and call them institutions. We hire incompetent social workers to watch and bruise them in hopes to try and conform them to our standards. We create drugs so they cant have emotion and call it a disease. We give them shock therapy and try to jolt them into reality. Hell, even the Japanese took all the deformed social rejects and put them on Mitsubishi Island and used them as slaves, just to keep them out of the normal society.
This blogg is dedicated to all those people out there who are the special people and to those who do not conform to the normal social rules. heres to ya!!!!
Turrets trip to the Saint Patricks Cathedral
The meeting was over
The measure had passed
It was finally time for
A school trip to mass.
The special Ed students
All boarded the bus
To Saint Patricks Cathedral
Without any fuss.
The children were special
With only turrets
All self medicated
Except the teacher, without any regrets.
When they arrived
The great hall was massive
They walked around
Still quite passive.
Within the next hour
It was time for mass
Hundreds huddled to their pews
Including the class.
The organ sang
Right up to the heavens
Then the bishop got ready
To read from page 7.
The air was soft
The cathedral silent
Then all of a sudden
Timmys screams became violent.
A 1 syllable screech
That resembled a turd
Sprang from his lips
That everyone heard.
Before people could believe it
The whole class quickly followed
A chorus of obscenity
That was unable to swallow.
The teacher was shocked
The others just starred
She got them all ready
To get the hell out of there.
On the bus ride home
She thought in fear
No more school trips
For the turrets kids this year.
do something fun, go out and make some friends with those who have turrets. they will keep you happy. hell how many times have any of you said what you really felt in public?
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