11/22/2005

Payback

Payback is girlfriend who is a bitch who sleeps with your best friends mothers moms house cleaning uncle of a son of an apartment building empire mogul.

11/11/2005

The Tree

Screams echoed in his head. Memories of the life of no point.

He started his beat up Toyota two seater. Just like his life had, the Toyota started terribly. He sat in the drivers seat, put his hands on the steering wheel, and put his head down in his arms and cried.

Just like his Toyota, he too was beat up. His wrist scarred and his neck torn by rope. The abuse and deciet sat within him. The pain of all his troubles within him consumed his every thought.

He took his calisted hand and shifted the Toyota into drive. He looked into his rear-view mirror. There he saw who he was. A man in a pitch dark pit looking for the ladder of hope.

His foot pounded down the gas pedal. today was the day he would end it all. The speedomete reached beyond half-way. Everything around him was a blur. He could make out a tree getting closer and closer.

He then looked back into his mirror. What he say was not him. It was when he was happy. Suddenly he was back in the pitch dark pit. In this pit, he saw a light beaming on the ladder. He climbed the ladder. And as he climbed the ladder, there he saw just above him, was a big tree. The tree just sat there swaying in the wind. There it was, lush leaves and above it the beautiful blue sky as he had never seen it before. There it was, everything he wanted in life. He took his eyes off the mirror and slammed the breaks. He hit the tree and flew through the windshild. his body pierced through the windshield as if breaking free from a prison.

His body crashed to the ground. Laying there with blood all over him, he looked back at the tree. He saw the tree standing tall as the fiery truck lit it up. He smiled a bloody smile. A smile that hurt, not because he was severely dismantlyed, but because it was the first time in years his muscles ever made that movement.

He coughed his last cough, although bloody it was beautiful. It was the first time and the last time he was ever happy. He shut his eyes and finally, he reached the end of the ladder.

11/03/2005

Bad media parents

He walked into the school with his 9mm. He walked down the hall with pointing the gun and unloaded round upon round into kids he once. His best friend-boom-clean between the eyes. His girlfriend-boom- blast in the forhead. 12 kids died by his gun. His last bullet, went right into his to his through lower jaw. The blood and remnants of his brain splattered on the locker behind. His body jolted back to the wall of lockers and collapsed. Blood squirted out like cartoons. his body lay afloat in his own pool of blood.

Police and Emts unloaded the bodies. Mothers came from home or work to morn the lose of their lost offspring. Fathers dropped promotions to mourn for their lost generation. Who would continue the family name? Sisters and Brothers came running crying from their last classes. Parents and children, who had no relations with the dead, cried. Everyone mourned for them. They all cried in pain for the lost children.

Everyone started asking questions. Why would he do this? How could this happen? They asked and asked. Police started to pull information. The boy lived in a family were he got no love and they just watched as he did what he wanted. His parents would always tell him he was no good, that he was a waste of sperm and egg in the way that they acted around him. They treated him poorly. His friends teased him constantly and his girlfriend dumped him cause he wasn't cool enough. The boy had played violent video games. They then pointed the finger at the maker of the game. The parents cried as they pointed at the media for destroying their son.

TV denied and pointed the finger at the game makers. The game makers watched as parents picketed outside their work. Everyone pointed fingers at them. The psychologists pointed at them saying "studies prove that violent video games give children more aggression.." Everyone jumped the boat to blame the game makers.

Where were the parents? Everyone always wants to blame the media, but what happened to pareenting? The video games added to what the parents cooked. The media is just a small indgrident that everyone wants to blame. No one wants to say the parents were terrible. They gave him no love. He had no family just a boy with nothing.