Morbit Survey

November 6th, 2008 by MySpace Bulletins

Do you ever see garbage bags on the side of the highway and wonder if there are body parts inside?
If you ever got the chance to practice cannibalism, would you?
If forced to overdose on a drug, which one would you choose?
WOULD YOU RATHER BE…
shot or stabbed?
asphixiated or exanguinated?
drowned or buried alive?
killed by blunt-force trauma to the head or crushed to death?
poisoned or overdosed?
killed by a flesh-melting virus or by rats or ants slowly pecking at you?
out of all the above choices, which one do you like best?
which is the worst way to die in your opinion?
killed -by a person- intentionally, or by accident?
killed by a serial killer -for pleasure- or a hitman -for profit-?
killed in a car crash or a plane crash?
killed in your home or away from home?
killed in your sleep or while watching TV?
killed by someone who knew you, a stalker, or a complete stranger?
RANDOM
What do you want done with your body when you die?
You’re forced to have your funeral at a place OTHER than a church- where would you choose?
What songs would you want played at your funeral?
What outfit would you like to be buried in?
Who do you want to give your eulogy?
Any other specifics about your funeral youd like to share?
Would you rather be forgotten about when you die, or remembered but hated?
Would you rather die alone, or die loved but leave a heartbroken mate behind?

LOVE YA!

October 31st, 2008 by MySpace Bulletins

>>A girl and a guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road on a
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>>motorcycle…
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>>Girl: Slow down, I’m scared.
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>>Guy: No, this is fun.
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>>Girl: No it’s not. Please it’s too scary!
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>>Guy: Then tell me you love me.
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>>Girl: Fine I love you. Slow down!
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>>Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. (Girl hugs him)
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>>Guy: Can you take my
>>helmet off and put it on yourself? It’s
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>>bugging me.
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>>In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building
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>>because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only 1 had
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>>survived.
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>>The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his
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>>brakes broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he
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>>had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, and then
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>>he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it
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>>meant that he would die. If u love any one this
>>much…let them
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>>know…before it’s too late… I love you 4 ever…..and always 2
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>>the end….i cant live without ya….b-cuz ur my friend…..

Her only friend…

October 31st, 2008 by MySpace Bulletins

She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive…

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one’s around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She’ll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
“Please God, why is
My life always sinking? ”

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She’d get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
“You deserve to die
You worthless pest!”

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dieing
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lieing on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them. It doesn’t take that long only about 10 seconds so please just do it

Dads Poem

October 31st, 2008 by MySpace Bulletins

(if this doesn’t get to you, nothing will)

This is quite possibly the best poem
I have ever read.

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy’s Day at school,

and she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.

What to tell her

classmates of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees;

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class.

To introduce

their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

for a man who wasn’t there.

“Where’s her daddy at?”

she heard a boy call out.

“She probably doesn’t have one,”

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

“Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day.”

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

“My Daddy couldn’t be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I’m not standing here alone.

“Cause my daddy’s always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he’ll forever be in my heart”

With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,

her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,

staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.

“I love my daddy very much,

he’s my shining star.

And if he could, he’d be here,

but heaven’s just too far

You see he was a firefighter

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it’s like he never went away.”

And then she closed her eyes,

and she saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,

she witnessed with surprise

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.

“I know you’re with me Daddy,”

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.

They say it takes a minute to find a special

person, an hour to appreciate them,

a day to love them, but then an entire

life to forget them.

REPOST THIS to SHOW APPRCIATION

for the people you’ll never forget .

It’s a short message to let them know

that you’ll never forget them.

Take the time…to live and love.

Until eternity

Post this as “Dad’s poem”

A Rape Story

October 31st, 2008 by MySpace Bulletins

Walking in my nighty; rubbing my eyes
My fathers sitting on the sofa with his friend
He pats the seat in the middle; i sit
Shivering so cold; a quilt he lends

“Jessy you love me dont you” a smile; his
Their breathe spirts weep
“Daddy you know i do; what is it?”
He smiles at his friend; his hand creeps

His friend takes my hand; looks me in the eyes
Daddys creeping up my nightie; cold hands
I try to pull his hand away; grip is strong!
They look at one another; nod; something planned

I feel my palms sweat; Daddys under my knickers
“Daddy im going to bed! Night” Pulling again
But there grip is to strong for weak me
I look at both; and ask, who are these men?

His fingers going up me; pulling away
His friend leans forward; a kiss? Why?
His toungue moving mine; my eyes squint
Lean back and away; “Why are you doing this?”

No answer, i feel the pain inside me; him
Chucks the quilt on the floor; me to
I try and scamper away, but im not fast
“O Daddy please, i love you”

His friend; pulling at my nightie
And my Dad pulling my pants down
His friend pinning my hands to the floor
As my Dad lies himself on the ground

I squirm; as Daddy friend pulls me up
And places me ontop of Daddy; thrusts within
I cry; i bite; i scratch; i slap; i fail
“O Daddy please you win you win!”

I can feel my skin rip; my virginity breaking free
I can feel the blood seep down my leg
“Daddy your hurting me please”
I plead to him and his friend; not even a beg

Daddys laughing; why does he laugh?
His friend shoves himself in my mouth and moans
Tieing my hands togather; moving in and out
“Ride me Jessy” He laughs and groans

They smile at one another; laugh to
They roll me over and spread me wide wel
My daddy sits on my face; himself in again
While his friend talks and pushes himself inside

I can hardly breathe; i gag for air
I cough and splutter; cry and weep
I beg and plead; but its no use
Theyve already made me hurt and bleed

I stare into his eyes; that look upon me
This is not my Dad; where is he?
If he was still here; would he care
Would he actually even; see?

Finally they get of and lie me on the sofa
My cheeks blouchy from tears and pain
They play with them selfs; all over me
Rub it in; making me feel the shame

“Why Daddy? Please tell me why?”
Dad looks at his friend; and waves him away
“Jessy i love you” he smiles and kisses my cheek
“Is that all you have in your heart to say?”

He puts my nightie on me
I walks me to my bedroom door
Ever since that night; His friend
And himself every Friday come back for more

“Night sweet Girl; You are my life”
Closing the door, tears still down my face
Still the smell of him and his friend
Fade into me like disgrace

I watch the Moon go down; the sun come up
“Jessy its school” Knocking at my door
I cant help but cry; weep in pain
Because im so scared he wanted more

But one night daddy took it too far
Daddy and his friend came back for one last shot
They were worried they would get caught
So he and his friend took me to a cemetary lot

I was blindfolded and my hands were tied back
“Daddy please!! Not tonight!”
Daddy and his friend both had their last fun
After that i tried to put up a fight

I begged daddy “Please no more!”
All he could say “Shut up you stupid whore!”
Daddy unblindfolded me at last
He said I love you so much

He went back into the car and pulled out a bat
“Daddy I swear I wont say a thing!!!!”
I was dead
After only one swing. . . .

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