Merry Christmas, darlings! My suicide attempt failed; apparently I am indestructible, and this emboldens me to live the more. No more sad songs! Here's one to dance to.
Evolution Revolution
for and against those pictured within
What is it about the slamming of doors Which characterizes bullies and boors? What is it about the dread of it all Which keeps us from walking down the dark hall?
A certain unevolved stupidity Which takes delight in slamming and scaring Belching and farting cursing and swearing Would love to be the death of you and me
So lock up the doors the bullies and boors And know the world is not theirs but is mine and yours The world is wise and it belongs to us However hard the unevolved might fight and fuss
So duck 'em and buck 'em and f*** 'em and never you mind: Rear up on those hind legs of yours and leave the apes behind!
I'm glad you're here. Please: no more suicide attempts. Please. I care for you, if no one else does. Your poetry reveals you as a compassionate soul; why can't you see the goodness in you?
Lew said it best: it takes courage. Bravery. To live when all conspires to kill you. You are brave.
Let me tell you something. I was not expected to live past birth. I was given a death sentence. The doctors flat out told my Mom that my twin sister and I would not live. We were given last rights.
48 years later, here we are, by the Grace of God. Every day that we wake up is a miracle. I'm grateful for every day given, even though many of them are the schits. Know what I mean? There's a reason I'm here, don't know what it is, but I'm not going to hasten my end. There's more to look forward to. I don't want to die before going to Alaska and seeing the Northern Lights. I don't want to die before seeing another book of poetry published.
'Course, who am I? It's not up to me. When God decides my time is up, that's it. But not going to give up before.
Love you, Steven. Mean it. If you need to talk, please message board me. I'll answer.
Keep living Steve and keep writing. I love you stuff.
Suicide is for Chickens. Living life to its fullest no matter what life brings for the brave. I say you are brave. Don't prove me wrong.
God Bless you my friend and Merry Christmas!
Lew
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I'm glad you're here. Please: no more suicide attempts. Please. I care for you, if no one else does. Your poetry reveals you as a compassionate soul; why can't you see the goodness in you?
Lew said it best: it takes courage. Bravery. To live when all conspires to kill you. You are brave.
Let me tell you something. I was not expected to live past birth. I was given a death sentence. The doctors flat out told my Mom that my twin sister and I would not live. We were given last rights.
48 years later, here we are, by the Grace of God. Every day that we wake up is a miracle. I'm grateful for every day given, even though many of them are the schits. Know what I mean? There's a reason I'm here, don't know what it is, but I'm not going to hasten my end. There's more to look forward to. I don't want to die before going to Alaska and seeing the Northern Lights. I don't want to die before seeing another book of poetry published.
'Course, who am I? It's not up to me. When God decides my time is up, that's it. But not going to give up before.
Love you, Steven. Mean it. If you need to talk, please message board me. I'll answer.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Suicide is for Chickens. Living life to its fullest no matter what life brings for the brave. I say you are brave. Don't prove me wrong.
God Bless you my friend and Merry Christmas!
Lew