Nevermore

Wow. If you live in the US' date=' not only could you sue that guy, you could have gotten them both fired. Very, very easily. For LOTS of money.

 

I dunno about other places, though.[/quote']

 

Nobody believed me untill years later.

I had 2 teachers who were not stupid, but violent. One was in third grade; my teacher, Mrs. Tully, sincerely hated me. She would secretly lower my scores. Also, at seemingly ramdom intervals, she world casually stroll up to my desk, flip over the desk and all of it's contents onto my lap, point to the pile of paper and books and scream "CLEAN IT UP!"

And in 5th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Abbott. While watching gone with the wind for history (go figure) I was bringing my chair to the TV, when he wheeled around, grabbed and threw my chair against the wall screaming "Dont pick it up over your head!" (Which incidentaly, I wasn't.) He grabbed me by the arm and slung me into the chair. I still have a scar on my head from the wall, and on my arm form his nails.

curse= hokus-pokus

halitosus

That sounds nice. Happy Birthday.

I wrote this last year, I was very depressed.

They all left,

Left me here to suffer,

Alone,

Empty,

Blank.

6 blank walls,

Blank,

Pale,

Listless.

Every tick of the clock reminding me that the walls are

Blank,

Blank,

Blank.

And the room is

Empty,

Empty,

Empty.

Blank walls surround me,

Blank minds oppress me.

Staring through the window with heads so empty.

At 9 they fill the room with Valium vapor,

A tolerance for which I have yet to find.

But it makes no difference,

For the room is,

And always will be,

Empty,

Empty,

Empty.

OKay, I'll start, but there is still room for more characters.

okay, thank you.

I wasn't asking for you to write it for me, I was asking permission to use you as charactors.

Your school wants you to write about 70,000 words?

It's not due ultill next year.

You really should have done one' date='

start us out and have some fun, son!

It just makes me so ever sore

to quote the maven Nevermore![/quote']

 

Maven I'm honored!

 

Children without cloths and food,

Some as young as six,

Stealing things they need to survive,

Credit to a new wave of reganomics.

 

Where’s the good anymore?

Where’s the decency in this world?

I know where: crying in the fetal position curled.

I thought a place to post poems might be nice, so here.

What about shame? Or pride, aren't these emotions, or are they combinations of other emotions?

Yes, I would say so.

Resting/Sleeping time, perhaps?

I need to write a novel for school, so I think I'll write a SFN based novel. It will be about the world after a massively enourmous hurricane wipes out most of the worlds population. Although the plot is slightly negotiable. I need charactors. To participate, email me at shaviland1@comcast.net I will need your email. You may choose weather your charactor is good or evil, and any other specifications you care to make.

Q: how do you feel today?

A: Hungry.

Hungry is Not an emotion!

 

A comment that women often level at men is that they have no idea what emotions are- hence the exchange above.

 

So now I’m curious.

How many emotions are there?

I can think of:

Happy.

Sad.

Angry

Scared

Anyone got any more?

suprised

Ah, sorry. I need to check my sources for veracity.

I wonder if it is resistant to the Delta 32 mutation?

I agree, Supernova was caught. It didn't sell out.

The question wasn't how much of the lead can you contaminate, it was can you do it. And yes, you can.

Why don't you take samples of different microbiologicaly active things, (e.g. water, mildew, blood, saliva ect.) and see how the creatures act together in one petri dish?

while love is essencial to survival (sorry my spelling is terrable) it is not the only need of a society, food, water, shelter, and laws are also needed.

Yes, Plutomium can make lead radioactive, and the lead will stay radioactive after the plutomium is removed. As for how much plutonium is safe to store in a 9 x 6 box, I don't know. I hope this information is of some help.

Four U.S. Presidents are caught in a tornado, and off they spin to OZ. After threatening trials and tribulations, they finally make it to the Emerald City and come before the Great Wizard.

"What brings you before the great and powerful Wizard of Oz? What do you want?"

Jimmy Carter steps forward timidly, "I had a terrible time with Iran, so I've come for some courage."

"No problem!" says the Wizard, "Who is next?"

Up steps George Bush Senior sadly, "I'm told by the American people that I need a heart."

"I've heard its true." says the Wizard. "Consider it done. Who comes next before the great and powerful Oz?"

George W. bush steps forward, "Well, I think I need a brain".

"Done" says the Wizard.

Then there is a great silence in the hall. Bill Clinton is just standing there, looking around, but doesn't say a word. Irritated, the Wizard finally asks, "What brings you to the emerald city?"

"Is Dorothy around?"

However, all humans have roughly the same sized brains, and some can remember more than others, so I'd say that the maximum amount of info a cell can hold has not been reached yet, or that it's infanite.

Ramin, for that septuple post, you deserve the Spammers award!