2011+Week+2

=**Week 2 :)**=


 * Hello, my darling slammers! This week we shall develop our own, unique slam voices by writing about SOMETHING WE BELIEVE TO BE TRUE. This can be anything from the most painfully obvious to the most irritatingly abstract, as long as it's true! Have fun and make us all believe it too. I rhymed.**

Life is tough, it's true. But everyone has it tougher than you, so shut your mouth. The ballerinas have it tough, the wolverines have it tough, the planet has it tough. You're not the only one. The kids in China who go to school all day long, and do homework all night have it tough. The trees, suffering from massive deforestation and rampant wildfires have it tough. Pluto isn't even a planet anymore. Pluto has it tough. You live in a house, you have food to eat, and beverages to drink, and people to love you. You have the chance to be educated, the chance to be somebody, the chance to live a good life. And you think you have it tough? The frogs and toads have it tough; they're going extinct. The undertaker has it tough; he dances with the dead on a daily basis. The dung beetle has it tough; he eats excrement, waste matter, feces, guano, night soil, droppings, scat, crap, poop. And you think you have it tough? What about the Libyans? What about the Ethiopians? What about the gays? What about people living in Timbuktu? They have it tough. Not you.

Adam “Big Butts Stevens walked down the road so that he could say hi to all the people going by.” Bourgault

__Chances__ I believe that we have a chance. I believe that every amoeba has the same chance as the blue whale. They have a chance to be whole. They have a chance to be good. And you, my friend! You have a chance to change the world by one tiny, little iota. One huge, freaking iota. Every good, whole person who contributes their small piece of mind to the rest of us sheep-without-shepherds moves us forward that one huge little miniscule centimeter towards the day where we know how to love each other, how to open our arms to anyone who asks for them, to cut open our bellies spill our guts on the floor to anyone who wants to see 'em, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and to trust without question, to allow a stranger <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">to hold our lives in their palms and know that <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">we're in good hands. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">We have a chance, ladies and gentlemen, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">to be the best damn species this planet's ever seen. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Let's make this planet teem with life, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">plant a forest on every last plot of farmland <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and live like monkeys in the trees. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">//I// believe we can. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Let's dig down to our roots and learn from them, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">take the lessons from our hunter gatherers <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and apply them to the whole new space-age we'll build together. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I believe that we have a chance to be that. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">The new salvation of the old human race. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Therefore I challenge you to join me. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Hold me. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Tell me. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Trust me. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Trust me as you'll be able to trust any of your fellows <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">in the beautiful days that you and <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">your mother and your brother <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and your sister and your father <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and your priests and your nonbelievers <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">your dealers and your wheelers <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">your lovers and your dreamers <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and I <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">have a chance to build together.

<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Ellyn "Jane Goodall" Touchette

I believe in magic. It is EVERYWHERE. Everywhere you look. The green grass grows irrepressibly even as it is stepped on, laid on, and walked all over it still grows because it has a life and a green and will of it's own and even though you can tell it ten thousand times that it will never touch the sky, it will never. Stop. Reaching. Out arms as lovely and soft as the kiss of an adoring spring breeze that wakes the hazy grey world from it's enchanted reveries.

I believe in magic.

Like the pouring love of a teakettle mother who cares for every droplet child like the one she once had in a cradle that rocked to the tune of the moon and of put-on-hold dreams that are now something larger beaming down from the stars and the scars of an immaculate past life where you once jumped off on a grenade to save comrades in a stark, red, dessert where someone pulled you up out of the quicksand fire and into your very own reality when they really could have let you drown.

I believe in magic, and when you think happy thoughts, You, me, and Peter, we can all fly

<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Clara "fairy girl" Stickney

Take a look.

Look at the people.

Those spiteful cold beings.

Can those assumptions hold true

When you fall into their gaze?

They stare at you

The runt.

The klutz.

The awkward turtle that just can’t figure out how to swim.

They think you are lower.

Take your hand.

And dip it into the grab bag of life.

Pull out the gleaming opportunity.

The few true chunks of gold

Reflecting their perceptions.

But wait.

Are they going to accept you?

Not for who you want to be but for who you are.

Those gleaming silver spirits.

At your side in the mirror.

Dusk comes.

And all you do is watch those people slide back.

Back into the grab bag.

Just waiting for you to reach.

To get lucky.

Hold them.

Hold those precious gems close to your chest.

Because to you

They mean.

They mean everything.

But what?

What do people want?

They want anything.

People grab and take, but never give back.

Never return. Never think anything.

But not those lucky luxuries.

Take hold.

With every fiber of your being.

Hold those angels dear.

Don’t let go. Don’t let them

Slip away.

All those gilded shadows in the world.

Only to find the few of pure gold.

When you find them, it stands true.

Your true happiness

Jason “ADAMDOESNTKNOWMYLASTNAME” Meuse

An Ode to Ice Cream

I believe in the power of Ice Cream. The wonderful, magical, combination of ice cream hot fudge and peanut butter cups. Close your eyes. Let the cold wet sweet sensation of ice cream fill you up with joy. It can be any flavor you want, be it black raspberry or double chocolate chip. Eddies slow churned or Ben and Jerry’s all brands are fine. Strawberries, pineapple, hot fudge, or peanut butter. Whatever flavor, brand, or toppings, ice cream heals the soul.

Nicole "mmmmmmm" Gile

I do not respect those with no respect those who ignore those who are not up to parr who are not acceptable to associate with in their daily lives

and the unacceptable ones, they have lives too, and maybe they don’t deem worth their unacceptable time, to associate with the likes of you

their is no such thing as villain only point of view across the sea lives villains and killers across the street a villain lives there too

every murder can be justified by somebody’s unhinged state of mind every gun shot, every axe swing trees fall, blood spills and there’s always a reason, my friend whether it seems just to you matters not

Embrace the of view of your villain flip the card, peer through the cloudy viewfinder remind your pride it doesn’t make them right, it makes you all the more holy,

You can hate, You can hit, and so can the other side pro-life white supremacism, atheism women’s rights the right to carry a gun, to hold one to his head to end that guys life Allah Suicide, pesticide Jesus Christ

with a point of view breathing down your neck, it’s no surprise brother, that we don’t get along

Charlotte "Excited about using Allah in a poem" Feinberg