#no correction

[travelless]

Shakedown, Tokyo

[patheticfrogarchive]

OK BUT LIKE, NO OFFENSE BUT LITERALLY NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE “TOP SECRET FINANCIAL DRAMA” GOING ON ABOUT THE FUCKING SCHOOL NEWSPAPER OH MY FUCKING GOD IM GOING TO BASH MY HEAD IN WITH A FUCKING BRICK HOLY SHIT

ANYWAY I HAD A MEETING WITH MY BITCH ASS ROOMMATE AND OUR RA TONIGHT AND LONG STORY SHORT I ALMOST CRIED, NOTHING GOT SOLVED, AND IM FUCKING ANGRY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD I HAVE SO MANY FUCKING ISSUES THAT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT BUT SHE WONT FUCKING LISTEN

[2010jean]

Cdl. Müller: No Correction of the Pope

Cdl. Müller: No Correction of the Pope

The head of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith expresses disappointment in the dubia

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[2010jean]

Cdl. Müller: No Correction of the Pope

Cdl. Müller: No Correction of the Pope

The head of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith expresses disappointment in the dubia

Source: Cdl. Müller: No Correction of the Pope

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[wadewhilson]

so i put my ipod on my head and forgot i did and i just moved and had a heart attack

[terriannbird]

Bone Broth-

February 2, 2014 

What I wrote "TODAY"

  Bone Broth-

When I was old enough to process things

and all the trauma I'd endured in my life

heaped on to me like garbage dump landfill

city sewer

I wretched rotting meat

and swill

heaved chunks of bone 

felt air bubble

but could not

find clear passage

resuscitation failed.

Sounds. triggered.

Smells triggered

Fists triggered

Fingers triggered

My husband's mouth. triggered.

So I swallowed addiction

and died slowly

decomposition

even the worms

wouldn't come near me. 

Before they took me away

before I committed the violent

act of abandonment against 

my own children

I built them up strong as I could.

I bathed in snake stone

tea bags, crucifix, fire water

and charcoal until the toxin

released from my bone

and my skin shed away.

Hades or God, (they look the same)

stood by my altar

Mother's sorrow so strong

even the God's noticed 

I started with my teeth

pulled them one by one

dipped them in gold

covered them with grace

and snapped my daughters

jaws into place around them

rooted into their wisdom sockets

rounding out their faces.

Then my bodies bone

Shoulder bone for strength and endurance

Breast bone to keep them tender and kind

Pelvic bone to bare their journey

Coccyx to keep them light at heart

Rib Cage for love and protection of spirit

  I tunnel bore out my bone

split my guts up the middle

put them into a mortar

and ground them to a pulsing pulp

with my femur bone pestle.

I boiled the paste for days

let it dry to dust

sprinkling it with red ochre and wine

I spoon fed it

to my children 

heaping scoop 

after heaping scoop.

Nearly choked them

with my urgency.

I sewed my joints

with tendon

tied tight round my soul.

I burned my flesh

until it was crisp

mixed it with the calluses and corns

from my feet and hands

carefully crafted exoskeleton

precise enough to clear the gate.

I did not grind my bone

with forgiveness.

I could not give them that

that will come later

when the break mends.

  Terri Ann Bird

[morganapengdragon]

I HAVE 2 SOLID IDEAS THAT I WANT TO USE WHY DO I HAVE TO THINK UP 2 IDEAS FOR EACH CATEGORY THAT'S JUST CRAZY TALK I MEAN JESUS DO YOU WANT ME TO BE AN INDECISIVE FUCK