Redemption, or something like it....

There are some pretty grotesque things out on the web. Shocks sites. Meat spin. 2G1C. Goatse. Tubgirl. You name it, I'm sure it's out there. Sometimes, though, the internet does something great to redeem itself. This is not one of those moments...but it's close.



-Sean

Also, Will needs to fix his fucking HD. That is all.

I am not the poet.

It's difficult to determine in exactly what format I should attempt to post here, particularly when my initial post was an establishment that there will be no consistent form, let alone function. What should I address? How should I address it? To whom will I be addressing? Should I make practical assumptions, or realistic ones? What is most appropriate? Should I speak with a certain journalistic or academic sterility, or fucking swear like I actually do? Its a bit of a bitch to lay so level and vague of a foundation, only to step back and realize its so plane (hah!), it doesn't offer a damn thing to grab onto.

With the fullest acknowledgments that I am not the poet of the pair, perhaps it may be the most endearing for me to risk it. To take and chisel an imperfection.

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Left to rot on that there cot lies a man that I once knew
His beard now thick as he lay sick while stricken with the flu
His hopes are dim and chances slim for all the medicine we've got
For though once strong his life's been long and now all for naught

With troubled breath before soon death he lay and dreamt alone
Of a time when young and what he'd done when the sun still shone
A soldier in youth when short in tooth he did what he'd regret
And now when old a heart less bold beats weakly for him yet

For as he waits to see the gates of Heaven close so firm
He holds to fears of lesser years and his consequential term
To Hell he's doomed as ever's loomed the queerness of his fate
For the bitter pay of war's day would not delay nor wait

And now he'll die too weak to cry too weak to even move
His body lean with time so mean a point of sin to prove
The price to pay of those cruel days of rifle and of shot
His mercy then what God's is when death is all he's got

Farewell good friend I knew you when you were more than just your bones
I'll know you still when Hell I fill with the presence of my own
For though you've sinned I knew you then and evil you were not
Twas just cruel hate that sealed your fate when hate was all you've got

So while you die to God I lie about your mislead deeds
Of commanding men way back when when we were only kids
For though we were cruel it was the rule of those horrid days
To survive it then way back when required wicked ways

So fear death not for what Heaven's got for though it's closed to us
We've lived through Hell and that's just as well for that's what awaits us

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And now I have posted something that isn't a cheap gag, not that all gags are cheap. Make of it what you will. I'm bored, too few on movies, too alone to chat, and too pent up not to write something.

ps: I don't really proof-read. So as per my usual, if you have spotted an error...fuck you. =p


-Sean

A solution

I have found an infinitely more cost effective means of attaining the same level of achievement which is sought at the university level. It took me approximately 5 minutes of time using nothing but Google. I did most of it one handed, and I am quite confident that had I been absolutely trashed, on fire, and being horribly mauled by a badger I could have still located it. It's cheaper, and when it comes down to the business of it, this is really what you are after.

Thank god there is a social aspect to college. I'd have hidden myself in my own mattress until I had starved to death and left evidence of my departure not only in the raucous smell which would permeate everything in the building for at least a year, but also the great maggoty mucus stain in the room which would be my final essence.

The Solution!

Thank me later. I'm busy placing an order.
-Sean

And so it has

I wish I had a rickity-raft, but nooo the college ripped me off for that too. It seems like all colleges are for anymore is, not for higher levels of education but to penalize those that struggle to find something they enjoy doing or at the very least could tolerate doing for the next thirty plus years of their life. I honestly don't know what I'd have done if I'd have chosen a college in the lower forty-eight, I'm already forty thousand-ish dollars in debt and I still have yet to find a career path that bring out the ambition and drive to excel at it. Every semester that passes it seems like all I'm doing is wasting my time taking classes that won't help me in a real world situation, all the while piling on the debt. In all seriousness, I've been in college for three years now and feel like I learned/did more during High School, it's ridiculous. If you disagree you're either a communist or you work for these soul siphoning organizations.

-Will

This has to start somewhere...

Ah, a place to "publish" the random generated thoughts and ideas of university students hellbent on...something, I'm sure. Anyway, the page is looking rather sparse, but hopefully in time (and with the boredom of spring break) this place will start filling out with ramblings, rants, poetry, art, comments, compliments, insults, jokes, tales, nursery rhymes, anecdotes, and maybe even something subtly profound.

This is a joint venture, so do not expect the greatest of consistency, nor agreement, or much of anything I suppose. It may die. Hopefully, given the copious amounts of free time available to a uni-student, it survives for at least a respectable period of time. With that, I send this rickity-raft along its merry way on this river we dub Life!

-Sean