My name is Carla. I do not support Nazisim, hense the misspelling, I'm just making a farce, so don't bitch at me for the Nazi problems you may have. I'm 19 and live in Michigan. My hobbies are reading, music, poetry, and computers and video games, oh lovely pause in my day.

Some Poetry For You To Enjoy

SUICIDE

Suicide is my best friend's name
He comes around every once in a while
Offering his services
He is like a salesman at my door

Offering relief,
Offering help,
Offering death

Sometimes I almost buy it
But I know there must be a catch
Nothing that promises so much
Is ever free
It only costs you this:

Your life,
Your friends,
Your soul

So take the deal
All you'll lose is everything you've gained

Your friends,
Your family,
Your job,
Your house

They weren't that great anyway
If you buy the package
From the devil at the door
Say hello to your new friends
Now you are Satan's whore

SUPREME INTERNET WHORE

To all you sneerful, sniveling, snarling, snoots: I shall inform you of how much you irritate me. You're all full of yourself and very rude.

I was grossly misinformed
about a site called [Everything2}
I was brought into this world
but not to be insulted with intellegence
by all of you
I hear a [comment}
"Node or Die"
to you allseeingeye
I raise my right hand
and let the bird fly
most of you don't have a life
I know the reason why
you sit in your house
and never look at the sky

to all you matriculated, mindless, mealy, mutes
you have no real voice
so you use Everything2
I feel sorry for you
so stuck up
and out of tune
the internet power went to your head
this makes me want to turn over and spew

I thought this was a place to learn
but after my first write up
I got burned
what's this thing "borged"
it doesn't matter
I won't be coming here anymore
not being able to talk doesn't bother me
it's your attitude towards
being a Supreme Internet Whore
exchanging infomation
some of which will never be stored

I hope you all realize reality
know how to cope actually
with a little common sense
where your money was spent
do you think life is easy, a joke
what happens when your comp goes up in smoke
will your rich family buy you another
one for you and your brother
where I grew up
no one graduates on time
held back by traffic fines
and to think I was talking to you people
reading your meaningless lines

this poem was written by my good friend Tyson ~AKA~ Coldfire.