The government is forcing me to pay taxes that are then being allocated toward funding the murder or civilians in far away countries.

I do not believe in murdering poor (or even rich) people for any reason, and especially do not want my hard earned money being used to buy or deploy more weapons, drones and cluster bombs.

I do not want my taxes funding the collateral murder of civilians any more. I refuse to fund undeclared, corporation driven wars.

My solution to disassociating myself from funding the horror is to quit my job and go on the dole.

Instead of funding the war I will now use tax payer's money to live my new life.

By draining the government of tax payer money I will actually be saving lives overseas instead of being complicit in the murder of millions!

I urge everyone to join me!  Relieve yourself of this terrible burden: Quit your job and stop funding the war!

Got this in the mail.

Seems relevant, to something.

Looking for my swag.

Gonna go and occupy.

Somewhere.

So I started work at the new job the other day. I toddled off to the loo ‘cause I was busting for a slash. I was standing at the urinal in that post-euphoric state of relief when a co-worker standing next to me turned to introduce himself. He said:

“Hi, I’m Larry and I have the biggest cock in this place” and waved his member at me.

Welcome to your new job!

How should I react to such an introduction?

Curious,

Chatham

What if? What if you could?

DO we continue living for a... reason?

OR is it the fear of death that keeps us going?

Excising the particular genetic code that codes for the ‘life reason’; at the least it could answer that paradox.

My only reference to this possibility: http://iai.asm.org/cgi/content/abstract/79/1/59?etoc

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Today:

If animal experimentation is condoned in today's society, when can I start experimenting on my neighbour's pet?

i have stories. many stories.

I am not alone in living a lie. Like everyone else secret tales abound behind my eyes.

I would love to tell them all to you... for a shekel or two... or the impression that i wish to make...

The hardest thing in this life is to keep your mouth shut. So instead  I will feed you lies.

Don't believe a word i said. I don't believe a word I hear; except the ones of praise, love, or courage.

The birds fly, the dust crawls, my heart beats until death arrives. Then silence will be my only reward.