[modi123_1]

I vote "Shetland Pony", but it must be named "Bill". Yes, Bill the Pony.

[Rhymer]

Here is what you all will find Saturday - Author: me

Face of the Devil

Here I stand in line for judgement and all I can do is wait
It’s not because of my deeds or whether I’ve harbored hate
I’m dead already but this long wait is going to kill me again
Looking up and down the rows hoping to find any old friend

We shuffle forward bit by bit until a far voice is barely heard
Slowly parts can be heard determining our fates by his word
Eventually my turn comes, confidant that I am in the wrong line
“Condemned for Eternity” he says, no comment of any other kind

I’m led away like all the rest, put into a stinking pit of mire
Speaking to one beside me, I’m told it’s only for a little while
“You’ll get your chance to see the place” as he makes a sad frown
An overseer near overheard our words, points near to the ground

These overseers look just like us. How do they gain such favor?
Whether by chance or timing is it due to coming early or later?
Regardless, the way they had been chosen as the likely suitors
The only difference is a whip they use often down in these sewers

Occasionally it gets quiet a distance off a bit from where we stand
Those next to me give a look to behave or else receive a brand
So I shovel stinking brown mud or bucket repulsive foamy brine
Too busy to count the days let alone the hours which I’d spent time

Like a well oiled mechanism we are moved from place to place
In concert with our implements of pain working in such disgrace
Forever it seems we toil for no good ‘tis done by our work here
The hill that I moved yesterday was moved back again from there

Hoisting rocks up to a ledge makes my arms feel tired and broke
Clawing walls with sore fingers releasing gases that make me choke
Climbing up and down steps or ladders carrying so little of any use
Going into ponds of boiling liquid resembling a repugnant refuse

The list is endless. A new venture is born frequently by him
His minions hover over us for any lack in pursuit of his whim
They sweat as much as we for their efforts to spur us to toil
Our screaming and anguish gives them even more cause to be loyal

No entry to the sky, no lamps to shine nearby. Yet still there is light.
A giant cavern with swarms of workers, no release from their plight
Lines of men surrounding groups of men no rest during their pause
Overseers whip and burn both lots as if given a heavenly cause

Like a ballpark wave the hush roams following his every move
I saw him once, a man like us he appeared but could I try to prove
Why his deep set eyes were red, an unquenchable glowing fire
A rod or staff held in his left hand having multiple points of spire

The staff curved itself making him appear having a tail as he walked
Its points of spire above his head looking as ears while he stalked
I think I know that the devil is not the man but the staff in his hand
It controls him and emits a charge to his overseers with a fiery brand

Woe to us. Is there no escape, to suffer this fate until eternity’s end?
Too late to repent, our lives smitten down, forever for us to spend
Can we die again? Start over regardless whether ending up back here
To see our family again, our friends, all those that we hold so dear.

There is one place I noticed that is untouched where nobody goes
We walk in front of it as if it does not exist right beneath our toes
An endless pit, no light, extremely hot, a ploy to keep us all out
What could it be for, what use can it be, what can it be all about?

There is nothing worse than where I am to suffer all day and night
Shall I gather my will, what little is left along with my weak might
And plunge myself into that hole to die for good would be a relief
Next time I pass will I have the nerve, perhaps the pain will be brief

This thought gnaws at my mind thinking they know the plan I have
It seems they look and know waiting to strike by a whip or his staff
I’ve resolved to extinguish myself, hoping to stop this endless pain
There is nothing to lose, it cannot get worse and I’ve everything to gain.

Closer now, moving along to a place of pain, excitement builds inside
Will they guess my action, send me to him with the staff by his side
He’ll make me writhe in terrible pain, that serpent controlling it all
I feel its heat next to me now so I rush and jump screaming as I fall

Suspended in time, no weight or wind, the burn distant from my mind
How long it took is impossible to tell for the fall to end wasn’t timed
It got cooler slowly and a soft tender touch beneath me imperceptibly
Until I was on a bed of down feeling no pain or pleasure amazingly

Who or what saved me has not be revealed. But it is a bad dream still
By all accounts the devil has been beaten. He’s now one less soul to kill
I’m carried upwards on a billowy cloud to a journey far, far away
To be judged again, given a chance to do much better again today

[Sergio Tapia]

Sounds like a WoW quest.

[hookiethe1]

modi123_1, on 19 May 2011 - 07:17 AM, said:

It's a retired civil engineer that won't let anyone check his work. Stupid engineers.

Isn't that kinda like Joseph Smith saying he wasn't allowed to show anyone the book of moron?

[Craig328]

Christoph, on 19 May 2011 - 11:21 AM, said:

Dammit! I need to get married again so I can have an affair.

So...fuck someone else's wife whenever you're not fucking your wife? That comes across as either the dumbest idea ever given expressive form or the most brilliant notion ever conceived.



"Ah vil tink abowt it and get bahk to you on tat."

[hookiethe1]

Doesn't necessarily need to be someone else's wife. Could be a stripper with a habit or a schoolgirl with serious self esteem issues?

[Craig328]

Those are the only other options?

[hookiethe1]

Not at all, just a subset. If that's the kind of pussy you like then go for it! Just don't tell PETA.

[Craig328]

Bravo and touche, sir.

[WolfCoder]

A cat will do fine?

[modi123_1]

More on topic - how the 'Family Radio' organization is taking the Saturday news..


Love the cash... love it!

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At the center of it all, Camping's organization, Family Radio, is perfectly happy to take your money -- and in fact, received $80 million in contributions between 2005 and 2009.
...
According to their most recent IRS filings, Family Radio is almost entirely funded by donations, and brought in $18 million in contributions in 2009 alone.
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According to those financial documents, accountants put the total worth of Family Radio (referred to as Family Stations on its official forms) at $72 million.

We know who will be partying on Monday when the boss is gone!

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But not even all of his <Campin> own employees are convinced that the world is ending on Saturday.

In fact, many still plan on showing up at work on Monday.

"I don't believe in any of this stuff that's going on, and I plan on being here next week," a receptionist at their Oakland headquarters told CNNMoney.

A program producer in Illinois told us, "We're going to continue doing what we're doing."

I wonder where they went for vacation? Disney World? Vegas?

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Esther, the receptionist in the Oakland office, said some of her most extreme coworkers have recently driven up in fancy cars or taken their families on nice vacations as a last hurrah.

But overall, she estimates about 80% of her coworkers don't even agree with Camping's May 21 forecast. She has stuck to her work as usual, booking appointments and filling up calendars for her coworkers well beyond the May 21 date.

Cite

[dorknexus]

i know i'll be drinking, masturbating to gay porn, and lusting over my neighbor's 14 year old jailbait daughter. SIN SIN SIN.

[modi123_1]

So, a typical Saturday morning then?

[Christoph]

She have a little brother?

[dorknexus]

yes. he's 2. i refer to him as the "brown bag special." mostly because i could fit him in a paper bag...