Useless Band Aid Monologue

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

I can't do it dad,I just can't ". I say to my dad has he throw me a baseball saying Ic"yes you can just stick your glove up". And has the ball comes closer to me I close my eyes and stick up my glove. Than I feel the base breeze pasted my glove.

Oh yeah I almost forgot. The amputated leg, how is that going for you. You know if you're just too tired of walking around mostly on one leg, well just get a wheelchair so it is easier to get around. Or if you don't want to sit around all day, then get a cane so you can still walk around but still have support. Lastly wear it proud like a man. Don't be afraid to go out and show it off. You are a veteran. People should not hate on you are make fun of

He is going to die. How is he going to tell his boss? How is he going to tell his mom? Patty is already halfway there, they got tested together after he got sick; he gave the virus to Joe, but he has been sick for years and never known. All their friends are in a frenzy, gay men were never safe from other people, but now they aren't safe from their partners, lovers, and themselves. You might think that in this day and age we could fight a disease, we have vaccines, but this is different, if you get the virus, you are doomed to die, to wither away like a flower coming into winter.

Whitney was chosen to construct military weapons, but he had no prior experience assembling anything of that nature. He signed a contract with the government on June 14, 1798 stating that he would deliver ten thousand stands of arms as his fifteen month deadline approached. Rumors of war were roaring, but Whitney still took one year to deliver his first round of weapons. He did not complete his contract until almost nine years had passed.

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

A thousand words won’t bring you back; I know because I’ve tried Neither will a thousand tears; I know because I’ve cried. I wish you could’ve stayed longer But this is my one chance to say goodbye. Dumby Red, you always be in my heart

Therapist: It’s nice to meet you Charlie. I’m very glad you are here today. Why don’t we start with you telling me what you would like to talk about?

I used to be proud of who I was. I used to be free, but I’ve fallen, slowly stripped bare of all I was and could have been. I resent them, those who gruesomely ripped me from my haven and shackled me beneath their feet. I resent the world for abandoning me in this hell, leaving me to suffer. I resent who I have become, a puppet, used only for their entertainment. The devil only grows within me, plaguing my mind during the sleepless nights. Feeding images into my mind. Images of their blood splattered across the walls of their beloved blue and red (tent). My teeth sinking into the fatty flesh of their neck. The horror painted on their faces as I gleefully avenge the loss of my sanity. And I detest myself. I loathe the satisfaction that I feel fantasising about their murder. I fear myself, and what I have become under their control. I yearn for the days I spent in my

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.........

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I

Meaning, they are being a bit more efficient than the industry average in using their assets to generate sales.

That night it was you lord who eased me, who put me at rest. I was so scared,holding my pillow tightly to my chest In fear and agony, my body so weak Pillow drenched with tears that speak. Yearning someone to rub my back and hug me tight, But I didn't want anyone's attention to make me smile.