Pretty much.

"The horror... the Horror... Death to all the brutes."

I find most people underwhelming.

Earl Grey tea.

Okay. For once, let's just throw this on the floor.

I hate these threads about how women are different from men.

Do you know how hard it is to be a woman? It's... well, difficult from what I hear.

I've been concussed trying to save a girl. Men are usually larger and dominate society physically.

If more men just stood up and protected the innocent, male or female, this would be a needless conversation.

This comes from a man that has defended those with no protectors. Be damned, those that victimize. Trust me - for the bane of every idiot, low-dollar criminal there's some Irish boy that's anything but lace-curtain, and we don't like you.

Are you truly afraid of loneliness, dying alone, or living alone?

All responses are welcome.

Let's be honest.

How beautiful is this person?

I only hold my name because the nine year old boy who stole his master's horse, as an indentured servant, couldn't spell.

They change the spelling at the border.

Find me on facebook now, kiddo.

Why confess a crime for which you haven't any punishment?

You know that the sheriff's secret police watch this, right?

it's
too goddamn much

i've plunged into some despaired pit
where words are worth
the weight of your pocketbook

beg, you peckers of poetry
for a single stanza
for the grief that inhales
the deep murado smoke
of rose tinted, half-broken lenses

you are not worthless
because you don't produce
reproduce
you are not a terrible parent
for your errors

he or she is waiting
for a call tonight

how tragic it becomes
to love another
to only lose that love,
but how boring must we become
to go numb from time lost
the cost of freedom
the loss of any kingdom

restrained in the two row train
as you barrel past the ocean
atlantic or pacific
the gulf of mexico

when the sharks swim like minnows
and you burn with an ink
with interminable knowledge

this life is not yours
and you are not the shark
you're just fraying
in the swallowed mess of endless movement

so, like the hand of the hunter
the snare of the fowler
kill yourself

or become the new order

they are both about the same price
commitment is optional

"I no longer know the love of flowers;
the path before them grows,
and twisted knots and pots of rot
the sunshine loves to throw.

I'd love to be the girl that leaves
these vines of mine behind,
but every thorn is sweet relief...
I'll never find the time."

I'm (apparently) good in bed and I read.

I think this thread needs a better class of criminal, or sinner. And I'm going to give it to them.

The sinners are tonight's entertainment!

My confession - I witnessed my father commit an attempted homicide in a park when I was a child.

Let's play the game!

it's so pointless -
the pain that lingers well past its time

was it really
so clever to
cross-reference what i let you read
on the internet?

nihilism aches like some
overcast day
with your bleeding eyelids upon mine

i see now
that you need to be loved,
but you really think
possession is love?

i'm drunk by noon,
and you're a greater fool.

I disagree with the premises of your argument.

Also, you know, hey.

"You'd be a brilliant first divorce."

My girlfriend loves the things I say to her.

I woke up in bed with two brunettes today.

It wasn't the most pleasant feeling.

one word
one word was sufficient
for those boiling, auburn eyes

do you remember the word?
you loved me for it,
the light passing through
the cheap and damaged blinds beside us

it only took one word
or maybe the several after
so apparent, your interest,
and so lost, your intent

am i really such a beautiful boy?
one word
and it changed
every moment of my life after the moment
it was spoken

do you recall the word?

Happy birthday, kiddo. Have some fun.

You know, I only just realized it (and I don't watch Star Trek), but he displays the most dichotomy on the whole show - the gift between stoicism and humanity.