the Best JennyCrackas Wifey's blog: "Thought's"

Merry licked a little trip then she done some pot earlier that day she knew she had some sheep but were they where she forgot Alice came down from wonderland she was baked of her tits Peter pan was all over her giving merry the fucken shits Peter Pan being who he was chill Merry I got what you need lets turn that frown upside down Lets cut up this speed Alice pashed into Merry girl on girl action was on for tonight Peter sat with his doped out smile thats it ladies lets make love let us not fight Charlie Brown and the gang bashed the door they heard a part was about to start Snoopy through Peter some heroin that would paralyze your heart Peter grabs the needle Yo Snoopy this better be a clean fit you know it is Peter know need to trip you know I got the best shit Alice decides to hook up with Charlie all Alice wants is a good fuck Merry was all over Snoopy's dick Peter was shit out of luck Mickey and Mini show up late sorry Mini wanted me to give her a little poke I have brought some party favors of my own lets do some pure A grade coke Snoopy went nuts and snorts the bag his nose suddenly bleeds Charlie Brown said chill all I am his owner I know what Snoopy needs Charlie goes into to his pocket they all gather around he pull out some shrooms so there you have it boys and girls the truth about cartoons

A food drive, or food bank, accepts food donations and passes the food out to less fortunate families. Perhaps some of you reading this have lived in a less fortunate home. It's not a happy time, especially around Christmas. The Toronto Sun, a newspaper for the Greater Toronto Area (GTA) has an article today with a picture of a little girl holding food planned to be donated. It looks like a sweet thing. It should appear that way, Christmas is the time for giving and this little girl (probably with the money of her parents) was apparently willing to give a lot. Too much, in fact. The smile some people may have from the nice donation pictured on the front page may have, or hopefully has, disappeared soon after reading the article's blurb. This girl's food donation was DENIED. The food was good. Snacks, healthier food. Normal stuff. It was DENIED because the little girl offered TOO MUCH food for a donation. The reason being that it may have made other people feel bad for not being able to donate as much. Fucking ridiculous. When movie stars donate huge donations of money to charities, do people who can offer considerably less feel bad? I don't. I offer what I can because I know every cent is appreciated. It all goes in the same pot at the end of the day. So why can't this girl (probably on behalf of her family in all) offer a little more than the kid in class who's family could only afford a little? So that kid won't cry? We are WAY too sensitive on kids. I'm not saying we need to be inconsiderate, but we need to find a way to make children develop more security in themselves. It's often insecurities that make kids grow up doing extremities just to feel they fit in with others (like cutting themselves to fit in with other emo kids. And NO, I know not all people cut themselves for this reason, but it's a popular one). If we can't sit down with a child who is upset that they or their family could only afford to give a can of beans and explain to the child that someone will appreciate the gesture of giving, what's wrong with us? Are we too lazy to stop and explain? Or have we forgotten how to talk to kids like that now that parents place them in front of the tv or computer far too often? We're not helping them gain a sense of security. I'm writing a letter today to my local paper about this (and other matters). I hope other people feel the need to write letters. It may not change this incident this year, but a disappointed voice echoed by many may make starving families around the world get a little bit more later in life if needed. By no means am I pressuring anyone to write letters. Do what you will. If you're still reading this, at least you took interest enough. But it's Christmas. If you already have a feeling your big turkey dinner (or whatever Christmas dinner you may have) is going to have a considerable amount of left-overs that may even get tossed out in a few days, try to think about a family who isn't going to have food that's been kindly offered to them. Forgive me for seeming to exclude Hanauka and Kwanza or any other celebrations this time of year. This post is meant for all on whatever 'happy' holidays you may be celebrating. Personally, this is the second most depressing holiday I've ever encountered, and it doesn't affect myself. World. Time to wake up. There's more problems than a child's hurt feelings in such a matter. Let those more fortunate offer more if they wish. They are some of the many kinds of HEROES we are lucky to have these days.

Tear drops fall to the Bottom Of the page Please keep turning Nothing To see here One more page on It stings What he wrote last page Pages flip and turn The rhythm lost in method Words fly by Still stings What he wrote on that page Still sting Sharp and prodding What he wrote Still remembering Flip those pages Close the cover Close your eyes Still stings Still remembering Still want to forget Turn those pages Let the tears drop Landing on the bottom Of the page Notice the words Remember those words The shattered mirror The tears land On the bottom Of the page Close the book Shut your eyes Wish it all away At the bottom Of the page Land tear-drops Soaking the words Smuging the ink Left forgotten Close your book End the title Move on Don’t forget

silence the deafening sound of nothing blares into your ears somewhat like the sound that infamous tree makes when it falls and no one is around But does it really make a sound? Who knows The only sounds you know are inside your head You scream yell rant rave carry on and complain but everyone seems to notice not your attempts to make yourself known Your eyes catch that one guy in the yellow shirt HEY!! YOU!! WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME?! Or that one lady in the blue dress "COME OVER HERE! PLEASE TALK TO ME!" These people so familiar heir names on the tip of your tongue but you just can't recall The images of these people slowly fade into the distance until they blend with your surroundings PLEASE COME BACK! DON'T LEAVE ME!! But it's too late They're too far gone to even know you existed Your eyes close re-open but still you see as if they were not open Your once warm environment filled with visions pleasing to any eye is now empty monotone lifeless silent No chirping cricket to ease your becoming-insane mind No hooting owl to find in quiet flight nothing Not that it matters The only noise you 'hear' is in your head remember? No you cannot or at least you think you can't You don't know what to think anymore You see nothing You hear nothing You know? Haha! Absolutely nothing! Disorientation has made its home within that fleshly skull You know neither up nor down left nor right side-to-side or day from night For all you know you could be well just a figment of one's imagination The once pale earth you walked upon is now a fiery hell Devils poke and demons joke as your once whole body is now ripped torn pulled apart At just the moment you feel pain would set in *poof* nothing once more is your home For all you know you could be well just a figment of one's imagination Your armor on and broadsword drawn the smoke-wreathed beast crouched ready with fury you charge ahead and before you know it *poof* nothing again is where you tred For all you know you could be well just a figment of one's imagination In your mind you will stay for you are just a figment of one's imagination

It's often hard to remember that a deep thought you have isn't always welcomed by others. It may not be interesting to other people and it may even offend some people when all you were hoping to do was shed light on something. Something like showing how you think, or trying to offer help. Offering a different way to look at things, a different path to follow. Sometimes just a different understanding of the world around us all. My thought for the night is shared, but not always welcomed. It's about girls, women, all of them in general. No matter how many times they may be told they're beautiful, most of them will always think otherwise of themselves. Sometimes the media is to blame. If a person is not beautiful, what's the chances they'll get famous, or even noticed? But it's aimed more at females. They're told subconsciously they are not perfect, and in order to be perfect, they must buy the products off page 171 of some 'chick magazine'. The very same magazine that's showing them in their faces what 'perfection' supposedly is. Who's got the right to speak for all of us and say the covergirl is perfection? With the pounds of make-up, the eating disorders, the 'I only want world peace' brain-washing mentality, what makes them perfect? Sometimes, all it takes for a girl is a wrong choice of a boyfriend. An abusive, neglective guy who may only tell her bad things about herself can really make an impact on a young girl. Some dwell on that guy years after they break up. For what? He wasn't worth a damn back then and he isn't now. But that's not how the girl would see it. Young love... Worth cutting themselves, isn't it. Then there's some who think low about themselves because of their parents. The parents are supposed to always be supportive, but it's a cold, harsh world. Some parents shouldn't be parents, and if you have ever told your young kid to shut up because they're wrong, TEACH THEM. Or if you've raised your hand to hit them, called them fat, stupid, or anything else, look in the god damned mirror. The only worthless person in the family is YOU, not the kids. They're stronger for having to put up with the bullshit, yet they still have a shattered heart that won't be repaired so easily. They'll think low of themselves because their own family told them they're nothing. These parents should lose their children immediately, followed by receiving a severe torturing. There's many reasons why females may have a low self esteem, and many reasons will be different. The best any guy can do is try to make them feel better about themselves. Give them roses without it being a special occasion. Take them out to dinner and a movie and don't expect them to sleep with you. Buy chocolates, tell them you love them (if you feel it), compliment them more than just "Nice shoes". Get to actually know them and make sure that you have given her a chance to express herself like no other guy has ever let her. What is perfection? If nothing is perfect, nobody can ever truly answer that. It's rhetorical, everyone will have a different answer for the question, and all answers are correct. If you ask me what I think perfection is, it is this, and simply this; Perfection is flawed. The world has it's flaws. Knowing you have a flaw means you know you're a part of the world. After all, we're only creatures. We're nature. What am I trying to say? Don't dwell on your pasts. Bad things happen to everyone. Some get life treating them worse than others. Everything that's made you who you are, will make you absolutely perfect to somebody else. So don't worry if you have a dreaded pimple, or if you caved and had cheese cake or anything. The people who think you're perfect in every way are the only people worth your time. And when I say they think you're perfect, I mean they know you have flaws, but they love you for the good and the bad.