Stoned Monologue

The message of the text "Out of my Mind" in my opinion, is to ´never judge a book by

Find me in the ashes of death and lets rise together as one breath I plead to be forever yours, I never want to let you go cause you give me a reason to live without regretting the past fight, I've a heavy heart you complete me, cause I've nowhere else to go, you make my homeless soul fulfilled like the sun will rise your hugs reminds me everything will be alright I don't where to go since you left me in the snow, I'm all cold where did you go to leave me so low, why did you leave me to die, I'm bleeding alone without your eyes, you're the lyrics to my music, the chords to the melody of pain the beat to my joy lay your heart into mine let's drink each other's love like wine, I want to be the darkness and light lets fight this thing

Hey, how are you all doing out there ? Well, me I have just been trying to stay healthy and keep my head high so I can make it back to the only thing I have and that’s you all “my family”. I try not to think about you all too much because when I think about what's going on out there it makes me mad and I am so tired ‘’omg’’. We don't eat that much during war but when we get back to the base we eat pretty good, well actually really good. I notice that a lot of people donate food and medicine and first-aid kits too. I just got an Lee-Enfield rifle and it's a pretty nice gun, it can hold 10 bullets. I just been waiting to use it on, Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, and there are some

Daniella Owusuwaah Ashley Dunn THE 191: Section K 28, April 2015 Avenue Q: Sesame Street Meets South Park Avenue Q is a laugh-out-loud, fast moving musical that is an adult version of Sesame Street that address racism, pornography, homophobia, and the parable of finding one’s purpose in life through satirical songs. On Friday, April 17, I saw Miami’s production of Avenue Q directed by Ms. Saffron Henke at the Gates-Abegglen Theatre. This unique show uses puppets as a shield to explore issues that are often hard and sensitive to talk about; it’s easy to talk about racism when it’s through a puppet. I believe that the goal of Miami’s production of Avenue Q was to present and educated to the community and the students about issues such as

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

Glowing You knocked me sideways When you said that you were leaving. You knocked me over When you cried and told the truth.

How have you been. These past few months have been really tough. Have you ever heard of trench foot. If we stand in the water for long periods of time without changing our socks we can get it. The pain is indescribable,but some were lucky and lost all feeling in their feet. A friend of mine stuck a bayonet straight into his foot and didn't even feel a thing how almaring. Ooh don't get me started with the lice,all the men have short hair cuts. It's easier to take them out that way,we take the blunt edge of the knife and scrape it across our scalp. I'm missing home,the nice bed,the homemade meals, and the moment of peace. The living conditions aren't the best ,we must look out for our bread,the rats have been coming in huge waves. They are truly

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

Woah, woah, woah. We got a bitch ass sprog here thinking dissing someone's comment is really going to get us somewhere. You're just a little thirteen-year-old furfag, grow the fuck up already. Anyways, I was just stating the fact that just because other people are allergic to something shouldn't be the reason why something should be illegal same for folks who have asthma. Also the thing on destroying your lungs/cancer there way more other things that cause cancer, but you don't see the government trying to stop it, know do you? All the shit they put in our food cause cancer, but you don't see tons of commercials talking about how we should grow our own food or to eat better. I mean people should have the right to smoke a cigarette if they want

I’m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie I’m the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, just playin’ along I’ma lay right in my bed, I’m rolling aside But if I get a car, I’m roamin’ to rob Because I know if I ever chill of livin’ to you You’ve got a volunteer, and you don’t know what to do You’d stop

I don’t know how to cope with this anymore. Horrible thoughts are going through my mind, is it worth living?, how can I change?, why me? Every day I ask myself the same questions and I can’t seem to find the answer to any of them. Since drinking started to be a serious thing for me, I have been on hell’s roller coaster and the ride just never stops. My wife left me; I can’t even look at her these days. I hate what I made her go through, punching her, screaming at her, swearing at her, I hate it all. I can’t believe what alcohol has made me turn into. I have a small daughter and I struggle to support her financially and mentally. Her school bills overdue and I can’t support her necessary needs and her wants. It is just too much,

So Mister T, another night of insomnia not unusual except it was you that I was thinking about , which to some degree was a welcome deflection from my usual reasons for not getting to sleep. One of my coping strategies has been to get up and write in the dark if I’ve been awake for more than 90 mins. It's 4.00am the witching hour between deep sleep and depressive wakefulness. The foxes are squealing (argh) the rain is lightly drumming my skylights (so lovely), it's one of the other reasons I bought this house and slept in the bedroom up 4 flights of stairs in my old house when I was on crutches! I so love listening to rain on the glass but still can explain why it makes me horny! Sorry, my brain is more monkey-like than normal.

Hi, my name is Finn Pherb, don't laugh. I was run over by a truck while trying to save a child. So, after passing out from the pain, I woke up in a pink room? Shouldn't I be in a white room. "Usually you would be but I thought it looked boring so I changed it to pink. What do you think?" a cute, almost childish, voice asked. Nice I guess if you're a 8-year-old...Wait who said that?

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.