NWO Poem

The worlds a circus and everyone wants a show
The sky moans and the earth trembles below
Life is a guessing game; will the radiation from my cellphone eat my brain?
Will I get cancer?
Where will it stay? Why is it expected to increase by a 50% rate? The pyramid on the dollar bill is more then a design
Stars try to look cool as they cover one eye
Following an angel who lost when Jesus died
He reclaimed those keys then rose to the sky
Fukushima clouds rush our way
We stick out our tongues and taste the radiated rain
A magnet should gather the metal shavings in your cornflakes
And Bill Gates is sure vaccines can lower the population by a 15% rate Still your supposed to inject whatever they want you to take
In 2009 Obama restored the 50 mill a year funding for the UN to enforce population control in China 13 million babies a year never get a chance to breathe, to see the world or be free
Their mothers are injected with poison and they become deceased
FEMA camps stack coffins as tribulation bells ring
Little families try to afford groceries but in the fridge there is nothing
The flouride in your water was scrubbed from an industrial smokestack
Would you like some genetically modified fries with that?
GMOs are consumed everyday, they might be toxic but let's not get in sciences way
Now hey!
Turn up that music and shake your behind
These performers are working to keep you in line
Focus on the bright lights and dont look away
Stay glued to your television, it will show you the way
The world is unravelling, they dont want you to see
Watch reality in front of your screen
On second thought toss it into a junkheap
Research, become aware and watch the signs
Don't let the world take over your mind!

Machine

I like you have mastered this apathetic art of cool In this media induced frenzy we are mashed into the same box Then sealed with government grade glue Where we tick away like cuckoo clocks and wait for our turn to explode We are weeping machines finely tuned with gasoline Marching ablaze with anger to the fires of this self destructing drum A bloody leaf blows by We turn our heads and cry As this world collapses the clouds shake Please open your eyes and wake So we can save our souls before its too late.

This Hurt....

When someone hurts you so bad you just dont know how to feel. You cant feel anything and you cant believe this is real. I found my mother after 30 years, I thought that she loved me. I couldn't hold back my tears. She called for 3 weeks and life was grand. I felt so happy like life had a plan. Then as I called she stopped calling back. I left messages, I just didnt understand. She got her sister to tell me she couldnt call anymore and they hoped I'd understand. I tried so hard to understand... Three months went by she didnt call again. She cared no more that was the end. She told her sister she felt no connection to me. My cousin told me, now in pieces, I just cant speak. I cant breathe. Pain rips through me, she didnt even try. My mother never loved me, she wont stay by my side. This is pain, being tossed away again. Havent I been through enough? She made me want to bleed. This pain just has to leave me. I gave her my heart, she ripped it in half then handed it back. Didnt she know she was supposed to love me unconditionally? This hurt more then those kids who bullied me at school. Walking around alone waiting for the recess bell to sound. Hurt more then that guy who kicked me in the face. Three times with shoes on, I looked like a racoon for days. This hurt more then that time I jumped off the group home roof. I threw myself off and fractured my back, she hurt me more then that. This hurt more then when I got molested under that bridge. 15 years old, I asked him where street kids lived. She hurt me, hurt me hurt me more then that man who beat me and left me for dead. He was my first love who used his fists to love me back. More then the hospitals that strapped me to beds. They shot me full of drugs till the fire in me was dead.  As the days went by I racked my brain trying to figure out what I'd done. Then that call came from her sister, too balless to tell me herself. Days turned into months and I tried to let it go. Then my cousin told me the secret kept from me. She told them she feels no connection to me. She never really tried, I was not worth her time. She had just found me again. Did 30 years not effect her anyway? I was her pretty little baby. I was the little girl who woke up crying almost every night. Dreaming of a mother who looked down at me and said, I'll be right back. Then she would disappear into the black. I cant get my self worth back. I feel disposable, I thought now she would put back that hole she left in me. But no it all meant nothing. I mean nothing and it shakes me. I told her to throw my picture, the picture I gave her of that innocent, little pig tailed girl, away. Two can play this sick game. I will call her no more. I struggle with this reality. My mother never loved me. That deeply cut me.

Boy Arrested For Taking Moms PopTarts

And you thought your family was crazy!
A 13-year-old boy in Charlotte, N.C., has been arrested for stealing Pop Tarts from his mother.

The boy, whose name was not released, is facing misdemeanor larceny charges after his mother says he took the pastries from their home without asking her first, WCCB Charlotte reported.

Latasha Renee Love, 37, called the police, who placed the underage suspect under arrest, The Smoking Gun reported.

Love had previously had other disciplinary issues with her son, WBTW reported.

Still, the arrest shocked neighbors like Fred Patrick,who laughed when he first learned about it.

“He seems real nice to me. I mean, he is real respectful,” Patrick said, according to the Charlotte Observer.

WCNC-TV was so surprised that a mom would have her son arrested that a reported waited over two hours to question her about her decision.

Love only responded by hurling an obscenity, the station reported.

Man Trapped in McDonalds Highchair

He came for a McWrap he got McTrapt...
Seriously can someone get this guy a free Happy Meal? He obviously needs one.
Police freed this man after he climbed into a highchair in Cork, Ireland.
On a side note, why do Ireland McDonalds get such fancier chairs then us?
Im going to be sure to go to Ireland and get trapped so I can get rescued by handsome young Irish men with those beautiful accents... sigh
Just not a McDonalds high chair lol

Polly Pockets!!

Well it's been awhile since I had a new obsession... To me when I feel obsessed with something it gives  me this giddy feeling of joy. I never know what my next fad will be. Right now I am probably the only 30 year old woman who can talk for 10 minutes straight about Polly Pockets. (I did it to a friend at McDonalds today >.<)
I was really down the other night because no one really talks to me on Facebook ( I know I should care less) and for some reason I got a glimpse of me at 9 standing on the driveway lovingly playing with my little Polly Pocket. Suddenly it struck me, I NEED a Polly Pocket.
So I began to scour Kijiji and Craigslist for the vintage ones.
I found a lady in my city who has several sets and enthusiastically messaged her. Then I waited and waited. And waited and waited and waited. Then I messaged her again gently reminding her I want to buy every single Polly Pocket she's got. Well I became depressed because she never got back to me. Finally I located a Country Cottage Polly Pocket in a different town and the lady got right back to me. So I sent my dutiful husband off on an hours bus ride to get the little toy. Whenever I want a toy I just announce that our son or daughter needs it desperately and then I sneak off to examine and play with it when no one is looking. The lady made $15 off me for it but I dont mind. Tonight for the first time since I was a little girl I got to walk a little Polly doll around her encave. Over the bridge, in her bathtub, lay her on her bed, her couch, sit on the chair and on the little bench to take in the view (I also made her stand in the middle of the pond :P).
Then I discovered something... While I was looking through pictures on Google images of Polly Pockets (I really go all out with this obsession thing) I discovered something I never knew!
The company which originally made Polly Pocket named Bluebird (more on THAT in a minute) also made sets called Mighty Max! It's a Polly Pocket for boys! OMG
Mighty Max battles monsters in his little encave and man does it look awesome.
So I raced over to Kijiji to see if there were any Mighty Max 'Doom Zones' (those are the decent sized ones) and there was an ad for 3 of them! Sure enough though the guy didnt message back :( Not too happy with Kijijians leaving sold ads up.
The story of how the first Polly Pocket was made is so touching... (cue Wikidpedia and touching music)
'Polly Pocket German series was first designed by Chris Wiggs in 1983 for his daughter Kate. Using a powder compact, he fashioned a small house for the tiny doll. Bluebird Toys of Swindon, England licensed the concept and the first Polly Pocket toys appeared in stores in 1989. Mattel held a distribution arrangement with Bluebird Toys for Polly Pocket items in the early-1990s. In 1998, while production lulled, Bluebird Toys endured several hostile take-over attempts until Mattel finally purchased them later that year.'

Did you hear that people? A HOSTILE takeover!!! My poor Polly Pockets. Mattel totally redesigned Polly Pockets, now they are just mini Barbie dolls.
So anything as deep as that story is sure to add fire to my obsession. Yes Im only collecting the unique, original, Bluebird Polly Pocket and Mighty Max sets.
So there you have it, I have a new love. xoxo Polly, I mean Angie... ahem...

Exploding Poop Foam?

New in Factory Farming: Exploding Poop Foam - One blast killed 1.5K hogs, but can be treated with an antibiotic | Newser Mobile
Well this is digusting. They are stuffing pigs so full of antibiotics that their poop is exploding. One explosion threw a farmer 20 feet... So do they give the hogs less antbiotics to cure this? No they are giving them more... Pork chops anyone?