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OfflineThe24HourMC
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Homeless for the Holidays
    #19321203 - 12/24/13 01:24 PM (10 years, 1 month ago)

In these next few days of massive consumerism culture , quietly smothering the life out of any true appreciation or love under the wicked guise of compassion and happiness made from stitched up pieces of broken dreams , insecurities.  confusion , anger and social pressures ,  I wanted to take a step outside this universe , into one so close that it hurts to even think about ourselves there. Most victims of the modern American "culture" mind set will find some small temporary comfort in openly showing contempt for this universe , others in a small gesture of kindness , while only half (at most) of which stem from a true inner peace and wish to spread love , hope , and happiness.
The universe I refer to is woven into our psyche since birth so well that most people aren't even aware of its existence.
It's there. Staring you in the eye long and hard. Sometimes it can look blank , like there is nothing behind those eyes , and the scary part about that is that it can be true. At other times , it can be glowing with a warmth that only comes from contentment and acceptance , and can compel you to do something out of the ordinary.
Every time you come up with rent money ,  it's gnawing at you. Slowly devouring you until you're not even a person , but instead  a part of "the masses" or "population" , which is treated the exact same way as a single addict , with government dishing out your drug of choice in the most convenient forms.
Every time you do your taxes. Every single morning you wake up and go to your place of employment. Every time you use a coupon. Every single time. It's right in front of you. Motivating you wether you like it or not.  To have lots of nice things and your wife and kids and even more. To be successful. All because , this universe is the anti. It's the model we can all agree to strive to not be. We despise it because it's been shown as something to fight against with every inch of ourselves since the day we were born. This is a universe where only despair and deceit reign free for us now. This universe I would even argue , is personally responsible for your success more than even yourself. It is the initial driving force in every young American , even if later you realize that what you've been told is success is just more consumer propaganda.
This universe , is the universe of the homeless. The ones without a single person to share the holiday with. Everything is closed for Xmas so they can't even go inside to get out of the harsh weather. The loneliness comes this time of year particularly harder than ever , through painful memories that used to be happy , but were all drowned in a flood of tears , blood and sweat , and watching all the joyous families and couples and love flying around free and fat at everyone except them.
Occasionally there will be a family whose daughter knitted nice little crochet hats for winter and gives them out. They literally fall apart in two weeks.
Or sometimes the cup of hot coffee and a pair of socks , or just a muffin. But I beg you to keep your false kindness to yourself. I'm not here as an individual to make you feel great because you helped me. You didn't. At all. There's always food and clothing if you know where to find it , and trust me , every single person who isn't fresh on the streets , knows where to find it.
Instead , be a positive change in the world , and truly help , by , instead of giving me ten bucks to get drunk and numb the pain just one more day , go after the business leaders that have created this deplorable condition we have called "poverty".
There is enough for everyone , but a few greedy swine abuse or kill (frozen to death , suicide , no medical insurance...just to name a few of the glorious ends afforded by poverty ) their own people just to get that one extra step ahead. It's disgusting.
Anyway , all I really wanted to say was , all the homeless , I am there with you still. I feel every single fiber of your pain to the fullest. I remember the frostbitten , blistered up feet leaking with pus from the bursts blisters , building up in frozen socks I couldn't change for weeks because they were my only pair and they got drenched in the snow through the hole in the heel of my shoe , which always seems to be the first part of the shoe to go.
I remember waiting for 3 hours in 12°F and rain for a truck of hygiene supplies and winter gear that never showed up.
Standing in line with possibly probably insane people , people that smelled worse than a corpse , just to get a spoonful of corn , some rock hard bread , curdled milk and pasta noodles covered in a watery tomato sauce.
I remember going to a shelter only to catch athletes foot and body lice , just barely escaping to the train for sleep before you caught the deadly TB or something worse.
I remember the fear of sleeping on the train. You will only be woken by three things on the train. The first and best , is a rude awakening by an MTA employee halfway through the trains route , most likely every hour or so from midnight to 4am , to tell you "last stop" and kick you off , hoping you can even get another seat by yourself on the next one. The second is the pieces of shit. Kids mainly. They will throw bottles of piss on you , jerk off on you , even just kick your face while you sleep. These pricks don't know any better , so let's move on to the third and worst case , or if you're really in it bad , a good night sleep and meal , the police. You will be arrested 100% of the time a police officer wakes you up from a homeless dream of just a small piece of sleep , the sweet taste of it dripping from your desert of physical and mental shape , onto the floor as if you tipped the cup too early from your lips.
I remember the way the poor nutrition and constant physical labor , walking miles a day most days and with a 60 pound bag , which almost every homeless person has , in some sad attempt to gather up any belongings they can to give them a feeling of comfort and owning something and belonging to the universe of the "normal" people , I remember how it destroyed my mind , sense of worth , and exhausted me physically every single day.
I remember , and still feel the tremendous weight crushing you minute by minute. I'm so sorry , and I love you. I want to take all of you to an island somewhere and let everyone have free education , housing , food , medical care and happiness. I want to just treat you like a human being. I will never elevate my Self above you. I'm no better than you and neither is anyone else. Those people are just lost and confused in this storm and the creator of an "individual" , or , separate piece ,  of this beautiful web of existence : the ego. Most of them know there's something wrong , but not what exactly or how to get out of it. They mean even less to you than you to them.

I'm not going to tell you "it's going to be ok" because I know better. All the nice sugary words in the world won't change it.
I'm not going to blame you as an individual for your failings as a  productive member to society , because I know better. All the blame and scolding and life lessons will never change it.
I'm also not going to pretend to give a shit about your crack habit because I know better. Everyone has their own happiness.  I'm not here to teach you how to be happy , you can only teach yourself that.
All I can do is tell you , you are not alone. Ever. I love you , more than you will ever know. This is the day you've been waiting for your whole life.
Now get out there with your dick on your shoulder like you own the place , because you do! 

Peace , love and happiness to everyone , and especially those who didn't take the time to read this.
Have a wonderful holiday season , and please , don't be a fake person. Keep the generic kindness for your kids or something , because I would rather have no love at all than a fake one.


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Re: Homeless for the Holidays [Re: The24HourMC]
    #19321234 - 12/24/13 01:32 PM (10 years, 1 month ago)

tl;dr your speed post

I absolutely hate this time of year around people

christmas is a holiday for molesters and "naughty" children


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Re: Homeless for the Holidays [Re: Konyap]
    #19321243 - 12/24/13 01:35 PM (10 years, 1 month ago)

I was living in my car last Christmas. Bad times. I always give homeless dudes change, it's least I could do. Especially this time of year.


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Re: Homeless for the Holidays [Re: The24HourMC]
    #19321402 - 12/24/13 02:12 PM (10 years, 1 month ago)

Quote:

The24HourMC said:
In these next few days of massive consumerism culture , quietly smothering the life out of any true appreciation or love under the wicked guise of compassion and happiness made from stitched up pieces of broken dreams , insecurities.  confusion , anger and social pressures ,  I wanted to take a step outside this universe , into one so close that it hurts to even think about ourselves there. Most victims of the modern American "culture" mind set will find some small temporary comfort in openly showing contempt for this universe , others in a small gesture of kindness , while only half (at most) of which stem from a true inner peace and wish to spread love , hope , and happiness.
The universe I refer to is woven into our psyche since birth so well that most people aren't even aware of its existence.
It's there. Staring you in the eye long and hard. Sometimes it can look blank , like there is nothing behind those eyes , and the scary part about that is that it can be true. At other times , it can be glowing with a warmth that only comes from contentment and acceptance , and can compel you to do something out of the ordinary.
Every time you come up with rent money ,  it's gnawing at you. Slowly devouring you until you're not even a person , but instead  a part of "the masses" or "population" , which is treated the exact same way as a single addict , with government dishing out your drug of choice in the most convenient forms.
Every time you do your taxes. Every single morning you wake up and go to your place of employment. Every time you use a coupon. Every single time. It's right in front of you. Motivating you wether you like it or not.  To have lots of nice things and your wife and kids and even more. To be successful. All because , this universe is the anti. It's the model we can all agree to strive to not be. We despise it because it's been shown as something to fight against with every inch of ourselves since the day we were born. This is a universe where only despair and deceit reign free for us now. This universe I would even argue , is personally responsible for your success more than even yourself. It is the initial driving force in every young American , even if later you realize that what you've been told is success is just more consumer propaganda.
This universe , is the universe of the homeless. The ones without a single person to share the holiday with. Everything is closed for Xmas so they can't even go inside to get out of the harsh weather. The loneliness comes this time of year particularly harder than ever , through painful memories that used to be happy , but were all drowned in a flood of tears , blood and sweat , and watching all the joyous families and couples and love flying around free and fat at everyone except them.
Occasionally there will be a family whose daughter knitted nice little crochet hats for winter and gives them out. They literally fall apart in two weeks.
Or sometimes the cup of hot coffee and a pair of socks , or just a muffin. But I beg you to keep your false kindness to yourself. I'm not here as an individual to make you feel great because you helped me. You didn't. At all. There's always food and clothing if you know where to find it , and trust me , every single person who isn't fresh on the streets , knows where to find it.
Instead , be a positive change in the world , and truly help , by , instead of giving me ten bucks to get drunk and numb the pain just one more day , go after the business leaders that have created this deplorable condition we have called "poverty".
There is enough for everyone , but a few greedy swine abuse or kill (frozen to death , suicide , no medical insurance...just to name a few of the glorious ends afforded by poverty ) their own people just to get that one extra step ahead. It's disgusting.
Anyway , all I really wanted to say was , all the homeless , I am there with you still. I feel every single fiber of your pain to the fullest. I remember the frostbitten , blistered up feet leaking with pus from the bursts blisters , building up in frozen socks I couldn't change for weeks because they were my only pair and they got drenched in the snow through the hole in the heel of my shoe , which always seems to be the first part of the shoe to go.
I remember waiting for 3 hours in 12°F and rain for a truck of hygiene supplies and winter gear that never showed up.
Standing in line with possibly probably insane people , people that smelled worse than a corpse , just to get a spoonful of corn , some rock hard bread , curdled milk and pasta noodles covered in a watery tomato sauce.
I remember going to a shelter only to catch athletes foot and body lice , just barely escaping to the train for sleep before you caught the deadly TB or something worse.
I remember the fear of sleeping on the train. You will only be woken by three things on the train. The first and best , is a rude awakening by an MTA employee halfway through the trains route , most likely every hour or so from midnight to 4am , to tell you "last stop" and kick you off , hoping you can even get another seat by yourself on the next one. The second is the pieces of shit. Kids mainly. They will throw bottles of piss on you , jerk off on you , even just kick your face while you sleep. These pricks don't know any better , so let's move on to the third and worst case , or if you're really in it bad , a good night sleep and meal , the police. You will be arrested 100% of the time a police officer wakes you up from a homeless dream of just a small piece of sleep , the sweet taste of it dripping from your desert of physical and mental shape , onto the floor as if you tipped the cup too early from your lips.
I remember the way the poor nutrition and constant physical labor , walking miles a day most days and with a 60 pound bag , which almost every homeless person has , in some sad attempt to gather up any belongings they can to give them a feeling of comfort and owning something and belonging to the universe of the "normal" people , I remember how it destroyed my mind , sense of worth , and exhausted me physically every single day.
I remember , and still feel the tremendous weight crushing you minute by minute. I'm so sorry , and I love you. I want to take all of you to an island somewhere and let everyone have free education , housing , food , medical care and happiness. I want to just treat you like a human being. I will never elevate my Self above you. I'm no better than you and neither is anyone else. Those people are just lost and confused in this storm and the creator of an "individual" , or , separate piece ,  of this beautiful web of existence : the ego. Most of them know there's something wrong , but not what exactly or how to get out of it. They mean even less to you than you to them.

I'm not going to tell you "it's going to be ok" because I know better. All the nice sugary words in the world won't change it.
I'm not going to blame you as an individual for your failings as a  productive member to society , because I know better. All the blame and scolding and life lessons will never change it.
I'm also not going to pretend to give a shit about your crack habit because I know better. Everyone has their own happiness.  I'm not here to teach you how to be happy , you can only teach yourself that.
All I can do is tell you , you are not alone. Ever. I love you , more than you will ever know. This is the day you've been waiting for your whole life.
Now get out there with your dick on your shoulder like you own the place , because you do! 

Peace , love and happiness to everyone , and especially those who didn't take the time to read this.
Have a wonderful holiday season , and please , don't be a fake person. Keep the generic kindness for your kids or something , because I would rather have no love at all than a fake one.



:congrats:

  BTW, I think I found your long lost twin...

drkkenny said: Ok well I recall three years ago someone transferred from there old French school to my Latin class. There was a new student that enrolled here recently, he sent the news to his friends and they all congratulated him on joining the number one university in the world. This was a university that had been praised worldwide by numerous leaders of the academic community, academic leaders that have ran campaigns for years and no every sales slogan known to man. They also rarely adopt a pretext to hide their true motives that others so readily do. Someone else will just state some pretext or another to  escape facing up to the facts but they never realize that others have detected their folly. The student was very reserved, you woudl almost say he was detached from his classmates, as if he just kept within his own concentric circle. The other students would play around while he would remain absorbed in his daytime musings, they would run around the class and he would be sitting there dreaming. Unfortunately a year later they announced that he later denied ever enrolling at this school, stating that he was merely suggested the idea by a schoolmate in France and he didn't really wish to pursue it. His other friend did choose to enroll there the following Summer. Well he wrote a little speech for us, he got in front of the class and interrupted the teachers course on latin to present this speech. Every student in the class glared at him before he began his speech, as if scrupulously examining him. They expected him to produce a speech that were to their expectations, they were used to only the very best being taught at a prestige private school. It was a little known school, rarely publicized on the news or anything.  Rumors have it that they actually planned to prevent the news from being able to broadcast anything as particular as this private school. For students only came here if they sought to get away from the usual students. They were all from European countries thus pronounced certain American landscapes without producing the end of certain vowel sounds, so each time they referred to one in speech they hush up that last letter in the sentence. Well he is coming back in May, we have sent his parents some introductions to Greek art. He is visiting New York in a few weeks also, he has an appointment with a very influential psychologist. He has been practicing his trade for the last 40 years and is well known among higher class circles, usually the upper class students sent off to foreign schools and decide to see him. They actually are constantly asking when he opens his office because noone really knows what time he gets in every morning.

People really do want to know the moment he opens his office door though, the minutehe passes the door & smells the office realizing this si where he is stuck for the next 30 hours. He might dwell upon the fact or make plans to travel to Cuba & fish with some Indians. For my uncle just got back from fishing with some indians out west, they just returned from the West and was to arriveback i nawhile.

This psychologist is said to be one of the most precious sources of intimate "tete a tetes". He attempts to create an official bond between his patients, he tries to let the patient know that he is there for them, that he has reached his hand out and is attempting to discover new methods to enable him explain his situation in the clearest of terms. I always go to him when I want things to become less complicated, I know that afterwards he helps me dwindle down my thoughts associated with my seeing a psych. My friend was the first one that advised me to start seeing this guy, and I can't give him enough credit because I've been using him for years and he never has fallen short of my standards. He has many expecations for his firm so rest assured he won't two time you. He is a psychologist that reminds you of a past event to make you realize how much you have to offer, how much you can make someone smile with a simple gesture, to perform a random act of kindness to erase your former sins. For he is quite a holy man and only blesses those who admit they need saving since not everyone can. Sometimes people pretend that there sins aren't what are preventing them from all the great things they are bound for, but they are more often than not directly responsible for those turn of events. Some events do not come into our life without a reason, sometimes events come because they had to.  We couldn't ignore the event before it happened, we knew it happened and there was nothing else to do but realize it did.

This psychologist has healed over a million people with his cure all tests. He has sent people these tests that quiz us with problems of psychology, and its our mission to resolve the difficulties endured.

They are actually in the process of developing a statue in Boston to honor his name after his death. It will be built there in the next 10 years and people will travel rfom all over the world to see it & bow to pay their respects. They will get on their knees and stand in awe atthe statue. Remembering all the great achievements he accomplished & wishing for later offspring to know his name. So they will pass the tradition down to there children and we can have more blessings given to the world, those things which we hold so precious, those things which make life truly sacred, the things that lift us up to such heights that we cannot fathom ever descending from such a high area. For some places you cannot see from below, and you must climb to thetop to get a look at it. Will you come to the top or will you stay at the bottom? That is the true question. You must ask yourself this, and you must look yourself in the eye as you ask it to know your being true to yourself. Well I hav scheduled another meeting with this psych everytime I see him I find myself oddly refreshed, as if I've become myself more. I can feel my inner self coming out more as I stay around him, for some reason. I also always feel I'm able to talk about things easier with him around, as if he allows me to talk more freely.

:typing::awedancexmas:  . . . :peace:on:earth:


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Re: Homeless for the Holidays [Re: vinsue]
    #19321481 - 12/24/13 02:27 PM (10 years, 1 month ago)

Quote:

vinsue said:
Quote:

The24HourMC said:
In these next few days of massive consumerism culture , quietly smothering the life out of any true appreciation or love under the wicked guise of compassion and happiness made from stitched up pieces of broken dreams , insecurities.  confusion , anger and social pressures ,  I wanted to take a step outside this universe , into one so close that it hurts to even think about ourselves there. Most victims of the modern American "culture" mind set will find some small temporary comfort in openly showing contempt for this universe , others in a small gesture of kindness , while only half (at most) of which stem from a true inner peace and wish to spread love , hope , and happiness.
The universe I refer to is woven into our psyche since birth so well that most people aren't even aware of its existence.
It's there. Staring you in the eye long and hard. Sometimes it can look blank , like there is nothing behind those eyes , and the scary part about that is that it can be true. At other times , it can be glowing with a warmth that only comes from contentment and acceptance , and can compel you to do something out of the ordinary.
Every time you come up with rent money ,  it's gnawing at you. Slowly devouring you until you're not even a person , but instead  a part of "the masses" or "population" , which is treated the exact same way as a single addict , with government dishing out your drug of choice in the most convenient forms.
Every time you do your taxes. Every single morning you wake up and go to your place of employment. Every time you use a coupon. Every single time. It's right in front of you. Motivating you wether you like it or not.  To have lots of nice things and your wife and kids and even more. To be successful. All because , this universe is the anti. It's the model we can all agree to strive to not be. We despise it because it's been shown as something to fight against with every inch of ourselves since the day we were born. This is a universe where only despair and deceit reign free for us now. This universe I would even argue , is personally responsible for your success more than even yourself. It is the initial driving force in every young American , even if later you realize that what you've been told is success is just more consumer propaganda.
This universe , is the universe of the homeless. The ones without a single person to share the holiday with. Everything is closed for Xmas so they can't even go inside to get out of the harsh weather. The loneliness comes this time of year particularly harder than ever , through painful memories that used to be happy , but were all drowned in a flood of tears , blood and sweat , and watching all the joyous families and couples and love flying around free and fat at everyone except them.
Occasionally there will be a family whose daughter knitted nice little crochet hats for winter and gives them out. They literally fall apart in two weeks.
Or sometimes the cup of hot coffee and a pair of socks , or just a muffin. But I beg you to keep your false kindness to yourself. I'm not here as an individual to make you feel great because you helped me. You didn't. At all. There's always food and clothing if you know where to find it , and trust me , every single person who isn't fresh on the streets , knows where to find it.
Instead , be a positive change in the world , and truly help , by , instead of giving me ten bucks to get drunk and numb the pain just one more day , go after the business leaders that have created this deplorable condition we have called "poverty".
There is enough for everyone , but a few greedy swine abuse or kill (frozen to death , suicide , no medical insurance...just to name a few of the glorious ends afforded by poverty ) their own people just to get that one extra step ahead. It's disgusting.
Anyway , all I really wanted to say was , all the homeless , I am there with you still. I feel every single fiber of your pain to the fullest. I remember the frostbitten , blistered up feet leaking with pus from the bursts blisters , building up in frozen socks I couldn't change for weeks because they were my only pair and they got drenched in the snow through the hole in the heel of my shoe , which always seems to be the first part of the shoe to go.
I remember waiting for 3 hours in 12°F and rain for a truck of hygiene supplies and winter gear that never showed up.
Standing in line with possibly probably insane people , people that smelled worse than a corpse , just to get a spoonful of corn , some rock hard bread , curdled milk and pasta noodles covered in a watery tomato sauce.
I remember going to a shelter only to catch athletes foot and body lice , just barely escaping to the train for sleep before you caught the deadly TB or something worse.
I remember the fear of sleeping on the train. You will only be woken by three things on the train. The first and best , is a rude awakening by an MTA employee halfway through the trains route , most likely every hour or so from midnight to 4am , to tell you "last stop" and kick you off , hoping you can even get another seat by yourself on the next one. The second is the pieces of shit. Kids mainly. They will throw bottles of piss on you , jerk off on you , even just kick your face while you sleep. These pricks don't know any better , so let's move on to the third and worst case , or if you're really in it bad , a good night sleep and meal , the police. You will be arrested 100% of the time a police officer wakes you up from a homeless dream of just a small piece of sleep , the sweet taste of it dripping from your desert of physical and mental shape , onto the floor as if you tipped the cup too early from your lips.
I remember the way the poor nutrition and constant physical labor , walking miles a day most days and with a 60 pound bag , which almost every homeless person has , in some sad attempt to gather up any belongings they can to give them a feeling of comfort and owning something and belonging to the universe of the "normal" people , I remember how it destroyed my mind , sense of worth , and exhausted me physically every single day.
I remember , and still feel the tremendous weight crushing you minute by minute. I'm so sorry , and I love you. I want to take all of you to an island somewhere and let everyone have free education , housing , food , medical care and happiness. I want to just treat you like a human being. I will never elevate my Self above you. I'm no better than you and neither is anyone else. Those people are just lost and confused in this storm and the creator of an "individual" , or , separate piece ,  of this beautiful web of existence : the ego. Most of them know there's something wrong , but not what exactly or how to get out of it. They mean even less to you than you to them.

I'm not going to tell you "it's going to be ok" because I know better. All the nice sugary words in the world won't change it.
I'm not going to blame you as an individual for your failings as a  productive member to society , because I know better. All the blame and scolding and life lessons will never change it.
I'm also not going to pretend to give a shit about your crack habit because I know better. Everyone has their own happiness.  I'm not here to teach you how to be happy , you can only teach yourself that.
All I can do is tell you , you are not alone. Ever. I love you , more than you will ever know. This is the day you've been waiting for your whole life.
Now get out there with your dick on your shoulder like you own the place , because you do! 

Peace , love and happiness to everyone , and especially those who didn't take the time to read this.
Have a wonderful holiday season , and please , don't be a fake person. Keep the generic kindness for your kids or something , because I would rather have no love at all than a fake one.



:congrats:

  BTW, I think I found your long lost twin...

drkkenny said: Ok well I recall three years ago someone transferred from there old French school to my Latin class. There was a new student that enrolled here recently, he sent the news to his friends and they all congratulated him on joining the number one university in the world. This was a university that had been praised worldwide by numerous leaders of the academic community, academic leaders that have ran campaigns for years and no every sales slogan known to man. They also rarely adopt a pretext to hide their true motives that others so readily do. Someone else will just state some pretext or another to  escape facing up to the facts but they never realize that others have detected their folly. The student was very reserved, you woudl almost say he was detached from his classmates, as if he just kept within his own concentric circle. The other students would play around while he would remain absorbed in his daytime musings, they would run around the class and he would be sitting there dreaming. Unfortunately a year later they announced that he later denied ever enrolling at this school, stating that he was merely suggested the idea by a schoolmate in France and he didn't really wish to pursue it. His other friend did choose to enroll there the following Summer. Well he wrote a little speech for us, he got in front of the class and interrupted the teachers course on latin to present this speech. Every student in the class glared at him before he began his speech, as if scrupulously examining him. They expected him to produce a speech that were to their expectations, they were used to only the very best being taught at a prestige private school. It was a little known school, rarely publicized on the news or anything.  Rumors have it that they actually planned to prevent the news from being able to broadcast anything as particular as this private school. For students only came here if they sought to get away from the usual students. They were all from European countries thus pronounced certain American landscapes without producing the end of certain vowel sounds, so each time they referred to one in speech they hush up that last letter in the sentence. Well he is coming back in May, we have sent his parents some introductions to Greek art. He is visiting New York in a few weeks also, he has an appointment with a very influential psychologist. He has been practicing his trade for the last 40 years and is well known among higher class circles, usually the upper class students sent off to foreign schools and decide to see him. They actually are constantly asking when he opens his office because noone really knows what time he gets in every morning.

People really do want to know the moment he opens his office door though, the minutehe passes the door & smells the office realizing this si where he is stuck for the next 30 hours. He might dwell upon the fact or make plans to travel to Cuba & fish with some Indians. For my uncle just got back from fishing with some indians out west, they just returned from the West and was to arriveback i nawhile.

This psychologist is said to be one of the most precious sources of intimate "tete a tetes". He attempts to create an official bond between his patients, he tries to let the patient know that he is there for them, that he has reached his hand out and is attempting to discover new methods to enable him explain his situation in the clearest of terms. I always go to him when I want things to become less complicated, I know that afterwards he helps me dwindle down my thoughts associated with my seeing a psych. My friend was the first one that advised me to start seeing this guy, and I can't give him enough credit because I've been using him for years and he never has fallen short of my standards. He has many expecations for his firm so rest assured he won't two time you. He is a psychologist that reminds you of a past event to make you realize how much you have to offer, how much you can make someone smile with a simple gesture, to perform a random act of kindness to erase your former sins. For he is quite a holy man and only blesses those who admit they need saving since not everyone can. Sometimes people pretend that there sins aren't what are preventing them from all the great things they are bound for, but they are more often than not directly responsible for those turn of events. Some events do not come into our life without a reason, sometimes events come because they had to.  We couldn't ignore the event before it happened, we knew it happened and there was nothing else to do but realize it did.

This psychologist has healed over a million people with his cure all tests. He has sent people these tests that quiz us with problems of psychology, and its our mission to resolve the difficulties endured.

They are actually in the process of developing a statue in Boston to honor his name after his death. It will be built there in the next 10 years and people will travel rfom all over the world to see it & bow to pay their respects. They will get on their knees and stand in awe atthe statue. Remembering all the great achievements he accomplished & wishing for later offspring to know his name. So they will pass the tradition down to there children and we can have more blessings given to the world, those things which we hold so precious, those things which make life truly sacred, the things that lift us up to such heights that we cannot fathom ever descending from such a high area. For some places you cannot see from below, and you must climb to thetop to get a look at it. Will you come to the top or will you stay at the bottom? That is the true question. You must ask yourself this, and you must look yourself in the eye as you ask it to know your being true to yourself. Well I hav scheduled another meeting with this psych everytime I see him I find myself oddly refreshed, as if I've become myself more. I can feel my inner self coming out more as I stay around him, for some reason. I also always feel I'm able to talk about things easier with him around, as if he allows me to talk more freely.

:typing::awedancexmas:  . . . :peace:on:earth:



Dude he doesn't even vibe like DrkKenny :girlofdisapproval:


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    #19321583 - 12/24/13 02:46 PM (10 years, 1 month ago)

All I got from DrKenny was that some kid transferred to a school , left and became a psychologist , and is having a statue built. I fail to see any likeness , and it was a tough read , riddled with typos and broken sentences , but I was able to read it all , although I didn't get any actual content from it.
Maybe I missed it and it was some heart warming story of a child from another country with social anxiety disorder having trouble fitting in . So he decides to leave an starts doing blow in bars , selling himself for a roof some nights , eventually pulling himself out and becoming a world renowned psych doctor , providing life changing sessions like some kind of new age pirate Patch Adams , producing statues to honor his greatness that rise from the sea like a submarine or Jaws , and billion dollar award winning films.


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    #19321595 - 12/24/13 02:49 PM (10 years, 1 month ago)

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The24HourMC said:
All I got from DrKenny was that some kid transferred to a school , left and became a psychologist , and is having a statue built. I fail to see any likeness , and it was a tough read , riddled with typos and broken sentences , but I was able to read it all , although I didn't get any actual content from it.
Maybe I missed it and it was some heart warming story of a child from another country with social anxiety disorder having trouble fitting in . So he decides to leave an starts doing blow in bars , selling himself for a roof some nights , eventually pulling himself out and becoming a world renowned psych doctor , providing life changing sessions like some kind of new age pirate Patch Adams , producing statues to honor his greatness that rise from the sea like a submarine or Jaws , and billion dollar award winning films.



:woah: woah dude


so much insight and introspection



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