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Suzanne – supporting character.
18 – year old who needed a job over the summer, and took the job at
The dealership on a dare from her friends, who said she could never keep a job like that
even if her life depended on it; needless to say she was quite insulted.
Went to the rival high school of Simons, from the other side of town.
Very competitive person, who knows nothing about cars but just wants to show her friends
she can keep the job all summer.
A very take-charge individual, was on the debate team in high school. Didn't allow herself to
get anything less than an A in high school.
Dates frequently, and very social, but thinks most guys in high school are “immature”
or “retarded.”
Loves to talk, and tries to be at several different places at once, very busy social life, until
she begins to work at the dealership.
She doesn’t exactly know what she wants to do in life, she jokes that she’d like to be a
mixture between a safari hunter/photographer/queen of England.
Her room is a complete mess.
She loves grilled cheese sandwiches, but is also a health nut, loves to exercise.
She claims she has “tiny nervous breakdowns” all the time, where she will get so
overwhelmed with the business of her own life she’ll start crying hysterically out of nowhere,
but she tries to hide it from everyone else, she doesn’t want to seem as if she can’t handle
things.
I can help her handle things.
Townie corner boys
(a synonym for a**holes)
won't leave me alone...
bully me, hit me, hurt me,
leave me there filled with...relief
Each day at boys school
I am told I don't belong...
(I'm not an athlete)
so I am treated with scorn
by my peers AND my teachers
"You are retarded!"
Can't tell you how many times
I heard that insult
(my own academic prowess
be damned, be cursed, be ignored)
And so I’m searching,
always searching for something
I can be good at;
and, please Lord, if I can find it,
maybe the contempt will pass
Years - decades - later
a former tormentor calls;
"A school reunion!
Won't you come? Will you join us?"
But the memories still haunt
Intellitard
Fortified and guarded skeptical little fool,
swimming in the deep end of a shallow pool.
Industrious and luxurious, successful so it seems,
working silently all alone but for the wrong team.
Paranoid and departed mysterious little foe,
the Mr. behind the glasses in the corner all alone.
Serious yet hilarious, a captivating sort of scene,
From the decorated Hero to the gutters Dope Fiends.
Intelligently so retarded bad mental chemistry,
the smartest dumb person throughout all history.
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02/23/16
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Walk with me,
I struggle, so that you can prosper, I FIGHT so that you may live in peace, I
CRAWL IN THE DIRT, SO THAT WHEN YOU GROW UP!, you can be a BEAST.
I fight,
I jumped over EVERY hurdle! Then went back and knocked em down, I tore
down EVERY WALL IN THE CITY, so you'd be free to walk around.
I fight,
I press on thru all the pain, rain, and strain, because I know that YOUR success
built on the foundation of my struggle, will be my ultimate gain.
So I fight
I fight because for me to give up now thinking um just giving up on me, not
realizing um giving up on you would be the ultimate shame and that's
something I cannot do,
I fight cuz I been fighting since 1985, and at the rate things are going, umma
be fighting til the moment I die, they sed I'd never write OR read, NOW I read
my writings like the M.L KING's speech! They sed I was borderline retarded,
NOW look what they done started, they sed my ADD would hold me back, now
my classmates be like "oh he smart" I'm at the head of the pack! BECAUSE, MY
STRENGTH REACHES THROUGH SPACE AND TIME! TO RELAY MY STRUGGLE
THROUGH RHYTHM AND RHYME, TO EVERY OCCASION THAT CALLS I RISE,
THAT'S WHY I SHINE! I AM, THE MOST UNDERRATED, MOST DEDICATED,
EIGHT AND A HALF YEARS COLLEGE EDUCATED, TO MY SECOND GRADE
TEACHERS LOOK AT ME NOW I MADE IT, THE PROVEN, WHEN LIFE KNOCKS
ME DOWN I SET MY BONES AND KEEP MOVING.
So I fight,
I FIGHT THRU THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS, I FIGHT WHEN I CAN'T SEE THE
LIGHT, I FIGHT WHEN THEY'VE TAKEN MY SIGHT, I FIGHT THROUGH THE
STEREOTYPES, I FIGHT WHEN THERE'S NO HOPE IN SIGHT, I FIGHT CUZ I
KNOW THAT I'M RIGHT.
I FIGHT, I FIGHT SO HELP ME GOD, I, FIGHT.
"Birthed some 65 years ago
Born when retardation was a common fear-feared
captured gathered up like lost sheep or cattle
some medicated some placed in confinement
kept in the dark, people squawked at a lot",
~
"I was made the oldest, alto yet I was the youngest
I was his co-caretaker
Spent a lot of my grade school days..
The first 6 years staying home with him
While my mother and father worked
For you see my brother was born
Blind and retarded
And one month premature and incubator baby"
~
"My brother, yes I have a blind-man for a brother;
Where as with just one play of a song on the radio;
Retained it instantly, memorize simply, could sing it alone/along;
Musically could have easily have been another Stevie Wonder,"
"And with mom and dad both now been dead;
For longer than 30 to 40 years;
On this day I celebrate the birth of my brother
Joseph;
Blessed happy 65th birthday;"
~Joseph Allen Lee~
When I was young what child is this
My memory of my childhood, I can go back to when I was four
Mostly walking but yet crawling on the floor, I was mostly good
When I was young I had fun, Sitting on the kitchen floor
Me and my brother beating pots and pans, as my father comes in the door
Believe it or not he could have been another Stevie Wonder
When I was young what child is this
When I was young I would watch my brother
Even though I was the youngest, we had no other
Person to watch him see, he had a condition he didn't deserve it
When I was young there was a lot of cartoons
Cowboys and westerns weekends and afterschool
We had a small house with plenty of room, three bedroom house one bathroom
When I was young my parents worked daily
I went to school some in the early years, in fear
I mainly stayed and watched my brother
For you see we had a slight problem
He was birth blind and retarded
This is how my delinquency started
When I was young what child is this
10/14/2017
The food was indeed, Greek.
My first Greek Frappe!
A most divine, heavenly treat.
Gods must have created this.
So far beyond good!
In gigantic glasses,with ice chips.
It was as good as an Ouzo on the rocks!
The Festival on Saturday was terribly
overcrowded,
I wanted to leave,before it started.
Fashion in the USA,no kidding has truly
grown retarded!
I like seeing men as men, not dressed as
obese 13 year old boys, sporting baseball
caps.
And the beauty of women?
Tossed away like toys, now women
only dress as boys?
My years are catching up with me,
I must hearedtdly admit.
I wanted to run from an American
culture that is so far from fashion
phenomenally adrift!
Like buffalo we were overcome with
the most fashionably unfit.
I sat with my daughter drinking a
Frappe.
And my only thought was how soon
and how fast we could get away!
I lost my appetite to eat with American
bisons!
With god-ugly toes jutting out of
cheap, plastic flip-flops.
Fat leaping out of obnoxious holes on
jeans of 300 pound women?
Ah, kill me now and let me go to
heaven!
I lost my appetite to eat midst this
hellish plethora of dirty feet.
And hair from hell to top off this
ungodly, human feat.
Then came beautiful girls, their
arms skewed with tattoos so ugly.
My desire to escape hit me much
more than suddenly.
I did have a Pastitsio, that was
yummy!
Just had to keep my eyes off the
volcanic, bulging tummies.
Thank goodness there were not
many children there!
Their mothers, the size of German
tanks would have squashed them
into instant mummies!
I did buy an icon of Christos and
Panayiota holding her child
Both in a carved wooden case.
Now this brought a smile to my
face!
And a turquoise evil-eye bracelet
with crystals, to ward off any
future toe and bison disgrace!
Greek bread we brought to take
home.
I swore up and down to never
leave my home, to roam.
Greek cookies, Kourabiedes,
and Greek bread, seemed to
calm my confused head.
Perhaps, going on a Saturday
was the worst possible choice.
Maybe I can go blindfolded next
year and hush my voice?
Or not go at all?
Still have PTSD, after what I
always previously I experienced
as a yearly treat.
It once was like going to a ball!
September 10, 2029
The attendees were not Greeks.
Form:
Masters of theft
Morally retarded
With devious stealing methods
For people, today they steal
From them, tomorrow they steal
Skewing the popular concept of morality
The execuTHIEVES among rodents
Leading players in series of shocking scandals
With gross misconducts running the gamut of vices
Devious financial dealings and embezzlements
Shall I compare thee to rats?
The societal rats in human clothing
Faithless shipmates, residents of trash heaps.
Even candidates for public offices
Stripped grain warehouses
Eaten entire field of tomatoes
And other vegetables
Waves of tree climbing rats
Have stormed orange groves
And devoured the fruit
Roof rats have descended after the dark
To nip at sleeping children and adults
The then 'holy' one,
So easily stoop to thievery.
Wallowing in wanton moral filths
Manifestoes are less important
You only appear to take a satanic
And moronic relish in splashing thy vulgarities
Into the face of the public
Unless thou anchor thy knowledge to moral foundation,
The ultimate result will be dust and ashes.
Dust and ashes that will bury the hopes
And monuments of men beyond recovery
All my life's a circus
where clowns still dance on my brain
where elephants fly and tigers get high
by now your surely insane.
The retarded goat sippin a rootbeer float
started belting out a familiar tune
It had to do with his girlfriend Sue
and a rather horny baboon.
You're up on the tightrope and begin to fall
as the ringmaster calls your name
You hit the ground and look around
and wake up on a plane.
You land in the tent where the
circus freaks dwell
but beware of what they might steal
your hanging around upside down
and fall mentally ill.
Your friends are all gone
and your left all alone
for life has been a game
You turn on the tube and watch something crude
as you slowly go insane!