Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Time of Shady

The time of shady
Is now back again
Chinese clothing
Is now folding
Reflections of Chrome
Leaching out of strips
Small flowing rivers
Of mite sized shimmers
Glitter everywhere!
Allergies everywhere!
All BEWARE!!!!


JCMT

CHROME FOUND IN PLACENTA

Yes that shiny element that decorates our vehicles has now been found in the human placenta.
The very filter that protects the baby from her mother's blood now distributes the exact amount of the trace element chromium to each unborn child. Only the exact amount of 0.5 micrograms each day is filtered through the placenta to be delivered to our next generation. It does so by completely eliminating all the larger harmful water soluble salt crystals, which chrome is found in its minute form. The next generation is sure to be blessed with sparkling eyes, rust proof blood, lightening fast reflexes, super intelligence and the so many other benefits that chrome has exhibited in the past.

In the dark ages chrome has been proven to protect one from such now well known illnesses as bubonic plague, cholera, lead poisoning, mercury poisoning and the one which now haunts us, the safe pesticides of today.

It is our firm recommendation that the Drugs Pharmaceuticals Board expedite its approval in all drug and food supplements. SO THE POPULATION OF OUR TIMES BE DEPLETED!!!!!!


JCMT

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Monday, April 9, 2012

The Standard | Being blind never stopped football

The Standard | Being blind never stopped football

JCMT

WHY?!

Why does suicide seem my only way?
Each day it takes all I can just to
survive.
I'm living a life full of lies,
Cutting seems to only make it worse,
I live in sweet remorse, Music used to help,
Now it only adds to my questionable
thoughts of suicide,
But, Do I really need to ask, if I shall
live or die?
Shouldn't I have at least enough common sense to figure out why?
Why does suicide seem my only way?

JCMT

The Standard | Clerics censure tribal groupings, ban politicians from pulpits

Brain walls: bio-insulation keeps me
cosy
in my hidden room.
Eye balls: bio-windows let me peer
and sneer
upon our filthy race, with Ear holes – bio-microphones –
assuming tones
I only wish to face.
Inside, I flit between assimilation,
fantasy, and desperation – each
another room for me to occupy –
as in a nest or burrow, a
honeycombed hive –
fathoming which to best survive in;
harbour me from that outside.
Shit! It’s just as bad in here – I need another den to hide in!
So where’s a niche to keep me from
the world,
but also from my rabid head?
Yes, of course –! it’s being dead.

JCMT

The Standard | Clerics censure tribal groupings, ban politicians from pulpits

The Standard | Clerics censure tribal groupings, ban politicians from pulpits

JCMT