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throw-away (Other) by mindsigns
Like an old big wheel made of rubber and plastic in a dusty cellar back home, Kind of like chewing gum and a laser gun that makes a noise and lights up some. It's like an empty hallway in the dark, a parked car with his headlights on, and when a little shoe makes you feel so younger... it's a throw-away. Like a brown snowsuit in a pile surrounded by the Blizzard of '78 Hands plastered still as priceless art on a driveway where all those dreams were paved. It's like a curtain turning off the days, a women without her hairspray, while that photograph makes you outright laugh... it's a throw-away.

Up the ladder: Charlie
Down the ladder: Spit wad

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Overall Rank: 2979
Posted: February 6, 2003 5:48 AM PST; Last modified: February 6, 2003 5:48 AM PST
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[7] brazen @ 68.84.225.163 | 6-Feb-03/6:48 AM | Reply
don't forget that ugly lamp from 1972. i don't even think it has a switch on it...
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.98 | 6-Feb-03/7:47 AM | Reply
I think it is one of the great tragedies of Western Culture that that we live in such a 'throw-away' society. People will throw anything away these days - a used tissue, some trash, a light bulb, some crutches that have had some jam spilt on them, an unwanted child...

...yes that's right. You heard me. I said "unwanted child". Because in our obsession with materialistic wealth, we've lost sight of what it is that makes us all human. We've forgotten about the TRUE meaning of Christmas. We've started to treat PEOPLE as if they were mere OBJECTS... The "oh I don't want this baby I'll just get an abortion" attitude is so fundamental to our outlook on life that I think it's affecting our ability to operate heavy machinery.
[6] <~> @ 167.206.181.179 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 6-Feb-03/8:23 AM | Reply
would you object if i wrapped my unwanted child in an used tissue, spilt some jam on it, stuffed a lightbulb in it's mouth, and then threw it away?
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.101 > <~> | 6-Feb-03/8:37 AM | Reply
I wouldn't 'object'. I'd be physically sick.
[6] <~> @ 167.206.181.179 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 6-Feb-03/9:01 AM | Reply
my goodness. there is some straight-forward moral outrage in that husk after all. glad to see it. honestly, i never thought you would treat any vile subject in a less-than-flippant way.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.96 > <~> | 6-Feb-03/9:32 AM | Reply
If the crime is "having the heart to care" then I guess I'm guilty as charged. If the crime is "giving a damn about the feelings of others" then I guess you'd better lock me up. If the crime is "being physically and morally disgusted at Man's treatment of Man" then I guess I'd have to plead 'insanity'. But if the crime is "having to hoist myself onto the toilet using some sort of obscene harness together with a complex system of ropes and pulleys" then there is absolutely no basis for those allegations whatsoever and I resent the accusation that I cannot make toilet on my own terms!!!
[6] <~> @ 167.206.181.179 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 6-Feb-03/10:04 AM | Reply
Goode Sir! Please do not make poemranker your tawdry confessional! I bid you Goode Day!
FUCK! you made me spill my enzyme enriched carrot juice upon my dwarfe (gold plated) now i must dismiss him to the grotto of remanufactured hand towels. Sir, i would appreciate it if you would keep your tennise ballse off of my putting green this hour of the day it foils my concentration. 11! (the comment).
[7] Jeremi B. Handrinos @ 24.126.113.154 | 6-Feb-03/12:34 PM | Reply
Did i mention Kip Winger put his hands in my cement? care for a triscuit?
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