01 10 12 - 19:36
The rapes have not stopped, but their frequency has lessened to a degree. I am able to walk upright about twice a week, a change from the wide legged shuffling i am used to doing, accompanied by a chorus of cat calls and ass slaps from the different inmates who have owned my inner sanctum.
Two weeks ago, and against my will, i was entered into the C-Block beauty pagent. I begged and pleaded, "I'm not a pretty lady, I'm not a pretty lady" i screamed as they pushed me on stage. The warden, standing offstage with a rifle in hand, forced me to pout and wiggle my "apple pie money maker" as Bootylicous played in the background. At the end of the night, when i heard i'd won, i broke down into tears. My prize, a night with the Mcreggor Brothers, the envy of every hardcore latent homosexual on C-Block, but i am not a hardcore latent homosexual. I am a victim of homosexual lust, nothing more. They saw my ruby red starfruit ass and ran through it like a pack of buffalo through an indian reservation. - "Prison Rape," by Jon Vincent
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willng pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals. - "...Of Darkness," by Bob Way
One thing the internet has shown us, it is that few people can resist looking at images of cute animals.
Now new research has revealed that looking at cute images of baby animals doesnât just make you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but can actually improve your work performance and help you concentrate.
The study comes from researchers at Hiroshima University. In Japanese, the word âkawaiiâ means cute and so the report is rather appropriately entitled âPower of Kawaiiâ. - "The power of cute: How looking at pictures of baby animals can help improve your concentration levels," The Daily Mail