Cherished Misery, Inc.: soapbox time

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

soapbox time

I find it rather disturbing that these are getting refused here...its embarrassing really...the bit about how drivers and riders can't chose what bus to get on...anyone who wouldn't drive or ride a bus due to a particular ad clearly doesn't want a job that bad or needs to get anywhere that urgently...vegetarians have to ride bus's with mcdonalds ads all the time and no ones worried about their feelings...? I pay 720.00 year for my annual pass and another 350.00 for Ayla's annual pass...I wanna see those fucking ads on the bus so I can go rub myself up on them to freak the faint of heart right the hell out.

CLUCK HERE hahahah I typed cluck instead of click....but im leaving it bc its funnier

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My Beloved Henry Rollins

"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."