So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let’s stop all the fight
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
War is over over
If you want it
War is over
Now…
:D
OMGYES.
EMILY BECKER GET THIS.
CATHERINE DUKE ich bin auf Deutsch. lol’ing :D
Hahaha! Wow, this made me laugh out loud.
Saw this and died. Literally, I’m dead.
A koala was sitting in a gum tree smoking a joint
when a little lizard walked past, looked up and said, ‘Hey Koala! What are you doing?’
The koala said, ‘Smoking a joint, come up and have some.’
So the little lizard climbed up and sat next to the koala where they enjoyed a few joints. After a while the little lizard said that his mouth was ‘dry’ and that he was going to get a drink from the river.
The little lizard was so stoned that he leaned over too far and fell into the river.
A crocodile saw this and swam over to the little lizard and helped him to the side.?Then he asked the little lizard, ‘What’s the matter with you?’
The little lizard explained to the crocodile that he had been sitting with the koala in the tree, smoking a joint, but got too stoned and fell into the river while taking a drink..
The crocodile said that he had to check this out and walked into the rain forest, found the tree where the koala was sitting finishing a joint. The crocodile looked up and said,
‘Hey you!’
So the koala looked down at him and said,
‘Shiiiiiiiiiiit dude…
How much water did you drink!?’
I imagined her words to be a broken song
Her lips parting as they flowed through a songless lullaby
And I listened
And I watched
Her gaze at a removal and her sighs at a still
Her voice prolonged by a cloudless romance
That I couldn’t bring myself to admire
Her touch and grace taunted my memories of her:
Deathlike embrace
Her deathlike smile
Her deathlike gratitude
And her deathly laughter that cracked a chill
I gave her my words as we toiled beneath opening lights
The words tossed up in falsehood
Bounded by my untruthful tones
I love you I said
She says them alike
And we hug
Not an embrace we call it
But a hug
Unlike that of amore
And then she departs
I left alone to let it seep out
To let her putrid embodiment drain from me
And then I leave
The city to taunt me before my presence is minimal
And then I speak to it a goodnight as I collapse
How I slept earns no added explanation
But I do detail her voice made for a haunting apparition
So I speak of how I left for the day at hand
The sunlight slivers cutting through the concrete smiles of every passerby
And the reflection of every curious face glinting in Death’s pen
He watched us all that day
But I believe one eye made me its individual
Because as I made off for work with the tasteless memory of the night before
I felt the smoke nearby
Like a velvet cloud
And before my thoughts interfered, she arrived
Through the corner of the sneakiest building
With the sunlight betraying me with its rays wrapped around the shard
The knife
The instrument I found would be the Unholy arrival of my heart
And with it she plunged
It dwelled
I gasped
Before the sunlight was graved by a purple darkness
Why I say
And as I couldn’t see the physicality of it,
I could hear the rising of her lips to a smirk
And Death shot both eyes back to normal
I killed a spider the other day, mercilessly squishing it between a hardcover book and my bed sheets; and changing them immediately afterwards for fear of attracting more eight legged arachnids.
Then, that night, lying in my newly changed sheets a thought crossed my mind: We as a nation find slaughtering animals and murdering others atrocious, but the act of squishing a specimen the size of a fingernail is A-okay. In fact, if you go to the local Home Depot, you’ll find an entire department dedicated on demolishing any of these creatures in the vicinity: Ants, spiders, cockroaches, worms, crickets, lady bugs, etc. Why do we feel it’s necessary and alright to kill insects. To most, it’s second nature.
Is it the fact that there are just so many? Some ant colonies have more ants in them than there are humans in the world!
Is it the fact that we can’t hear them scream? I think a crunch from a cockroach is enough to make me cringe.
Well, contrary to popular belief, they are living creatures as well; part of the animal kingdom. If you’ve ever been cruel enough to grab a moth, fly or any other winged bug and ripped it’s wing off, you will see it squirm.
It will squirm!! They feel pain too.
Yes, the insect world is different, maybe they don’t build relationships with other bugs or have life partners, but they feel pain. And ripping off those wings probably hurts like hell.
So, everyday that a spider is alive, it is still the same spider. Since the time it was born till the time it dies, it’s the same bug. It thinks the same and it has a life to be lived. Sure it has no morals, but it’s still living and it still feels that hardcover slamming down on its feeble body.
Next time you kill a bug, think, … I know I will.
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“God is a concept by which we measure our pain.” — John Lennon