Dark Mutterings: July 9, 2007
The Problem With Christianity Is Christians
I live in the south-eastern region of the US; not exactly an area known for being a Mecca of Atheism and scientific belief. As you can imagine, this puts an antisocial stigma on my religious belief of having no religious beliefs.
The most common response I get when I tell someone that I'm an...
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The Problem With Christianity Is Christians
I live in the south-eastern region of the US; not exactly an area known for being a Mecca of Atheism and scientific belief. As you can imagine, this puts an antisocial stigma on my religious belief of having no religious beliefs.
The most common response I get when I tell someone that I'm an...
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Questions:
Where do you go from here, where can you run to?
How can you escape the net when it's cast by your own hand?
When you feel the noose pull tight 'round your throat, and the watching mob's cheers ring in your ears, who can you pray to?
Who do you call out to when it's your hand that pulls the trapdoor's lever? When...
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Where do you go from here, where can you run to?
How can you escape the net when it's cast by your own hand?
When you feel the noose pull tight 'round your throat, and the watching mob's cheers ring in your ears, who can you pray to?
Who do you call out to when it's your hand that pulls the trapdoor's lever? When...
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Untitled:
The darkness is rising over the horizon of the rational, blotting out the rays of logic's light.
Heartfelt hope is replacing realistic expectation, and faith's blind eye will soon kill the vision of truth.
We have put our faith in belief, and given up our belief in fact.
The fall will come. Faith will drop the ball, and we will scramble to recover, but...
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The darkness is rising over the horizon of the rational, blotting out the rays of logic's light.
Heartfelt hope is replacing realistic expectation, and faith's blind eye will soon kill the vision of truth.
We have put our faith in belief, and given up our belief in fact.
The fall will come. Faith will drop the ball, and we will scramble to recover, but...
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Why?: by Andrew C.
Why should I care that you've gone?
Why should your smell still make me cry?
Why should your picture in my wallet hold my eye?
Why should I always stop before I finish dialing your number?
Why should I have so much trouble meeting someone new?
Why should I hold everyone up next to you?
Why should the bed seem so...
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Why should I care that you've gone?
Why should your smell still make me cry?
Why should your picture in my wallet hold my eye?
Why should I always stop before I finish dialing your number?
Why should I have so much trouble meeting someone new?
Why should I hold everyone up next to you?
Why should the bed seem so...
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Things: by Andrew C.
The shadowplay of moonlight on your shoulder....
The rise and fall of your breasts as you breathe....
The rose-colored polish on your toenails....
All these things make me sigh.
The color of your eyes, blue as the ocean's depths....
The gleam of your teeth when you speak....
The flush in your cheeks....
All these things make me smile.
The way you...
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The shadowplay of moonlight on your shoulder....
The rise and fall of your breasts as you breathe....
The rose-colored polish on your toenails....
All these things make me sigh.
The color of your eyes, blue as the ocean's depths....
The gleam of your teeth when you speak....
The flush in your cheeks....
All these things make me smile.
The way you...
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This is a weird one. I was sitting at work, thinking about E.B. White and Lewis Carroll and the strangely-worded poems that they had each written (Jabberwocky being the prime example). I decided to try my hand at a similar poem, and this is the result. The beginning, at least. I think that it will be at least three to four sections long. An interesting...
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"Your Happiness"
by: AC
My eyes haven't the perception to see your beauty.
My ears not the sensitivity to hear your voice.
My tongue does not serve to form words with my lips, least none that capture your glory.
I am struck dumb by your greatness, blinded by your light.
Yet you are not satisfied.
Take my fingers, unable to touch you for fear of...
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Do you ever stop to think about the things that you used to know, but now can't remember? I do. Know what I can't remember? Algerbra. That's right, I can't remember 90% of the shit that I learned in algebra class. Go ahead and ask me to divide fractions or solve something for "X", and all you'll get from me is a blank-eyed stare and...
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Owwwwwwch!! My mouth is one big, pulsating ouchie.
Genetics has cursed me with two things, an ass that remembers every fruit pie that I've ever eaten, and teeth that are apparently hollow. This isn't my first or worst bout of tooth-related agony, but it is the first time that I've had two of the enamel bastards giving me grief at the same time.
Making this...
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Genetics has cursed me with two things, an ass that remembers every fruit pie that I've ever eaten, and teeth that are apparently hollow. This isn't my first or worst bout of tooth-related agony, but it is the first time that I've had two of the enamel bastards giving me grief at the same time.
Making this...
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