The Penticton Procrastinators newspaper.
School that is too obsessed with sports?
Are schools really too involved with sports? PMSS, a well known and absolutely loves local high school gives us this intriguing story. In retrospect, we have heard of a massive budget cut to the schools budget. But they still manages to pay over $300 for the schools sports uniforms. Parents Begin to question the motive of the gym teachers.One concerned mother asked if her kid goes into a sport if there is an expense charged to the parents. The reply she got was, " No not at all. Just throw them our way and we will deal with it." Shortly after, Her kids school fees where up to $500 Indicating there was a charge for gas and meals her child had used. Other parents are wondering if they should allow sport teams into schools. One father explains his grievances with the fact that his son is turned into a "jock strap". What are these schools coming to. Will PMSS ever have a order? I don't know but what i do know is that I'm glad I'm not in that jock straps shoes.
Allot later in the news, or when someone gets to is, there will be a report of how to change the world by yourself.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
OMEGA Stone Sour
This song.. or rather spoken song.... Is by Stone Sour. The song/ poem is called Omega.
This is an excellent example of a poem. A because of the fact that is is spoken and not sang, and b, because it has alot of interesting examples of common poetry terms. Such as imagry. Sevral parts of this peice like Transulucent flesh or, Matters at hand or, Wave naked into.... exc. are definatly good examples of Imagry. Also, there is alot of symbolism. Lint at a laundromat to sift and focus..., means every day problems. For the rest of us theres always sunday..place our hand on the big black book.- church, used as a refuge from sins or every day problems. There is also a few ironic terms in here aswell. "It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food, But you can't touch the silverware." Regardless of what others think about this, i like it and i think it suits the part.
[All Spoken, Except When Noted Otherwise. All profound laguage taken out.]
What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW
We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
I could go on and on but let's move on shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when theres no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
Government is another way to say better, than, you!
*laughs* What luck!
Facism you can vote for
Isn't that sweet
And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the american way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and
I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so
Remember, your a wreck an accident
Forget the freak your just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
let the heads cool and the engine run
because in the end everything we do,
is just everything we've done.
This is an excellent example of a poem. A because of the fact that is is spoken and not sang, and b, because it has alot of interesting examples of common poetry terms. Such as imagry. Sevral parts of this peice like Transulucent flesh or, Matters at hand or, Wave naked into.... exc. are definatly good examples of Imagry. Also, there is alot of symbolism. Lint at a laundromat to sift and focus..., means every day problems. For the rest of us theres always sunday..place our hand on the big black book.- church, used as a refuge from sins or every day problems. There is also a few ironic terms in here aswell. "It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food, But you can't touch the silverware." Regardless of what others think about this, i like it and i think it suits the part.
[All Spoken, Except When Noted Otherwise. All profound laguage taken out.]
What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW
We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
I could go on and on but let's move on shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when theres no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
Government is another way to say better, than, you!
*laughs* What luck!
Facism you can vote for
Isn't that sweet
And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the american way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and
I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so
Remember, your a wreck an accident
Forget the freak your just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
let the heads cool and the engine run
because in the end everything we do,
is just everything we've done.
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