Profanity

Society is said to be "degenerating" and the misguided fools who declare such accusation waste there breath trying to use the use of "profanity" as an indicator. First of all their accusations have no meaning do to society is absolutely not in any decline. For example now a-days we are in constant communication with the entire world through use of new technologies, open borders and friendlier race/country relations. Mere decades ago the world was in two states where all the major powers were at war. Now our society is almost war-less within our countries. Black people and other races were veterans of prejudice by the age of 5. Now racism is completely dwarfed by a new way of thinking, that the world is one big society and all members contribute. Yes there is still war and still racism but the immense and gratuitous changes are immeasurably furthered society. The greatest sign of negative change is that this question is even pondered!

Humanity is no longer humane. Hateful, Warmongering, destructive and disrespectful are just a few words to describe today’s society. Profanity is an astounding indicator, that all edges of our society have now rotted with age. Today we have gone through the most destructive moments in human history two world wars, nuclear explosive and possible world annihilation! The world is consumed with an inferno of famine and disease. Homelessness and crimes run rampant in streets that the drug lords reign kings. Countries squabble of the pettiest slight and the smallest pebbles. People can watch the most gruesome a disgusting desecration of humanity such as wars, genocides, natural disasters, murders and not so much as blink. As appalling as our society is it continues to degenerate into a massive cohesive destructive engine of hell!

I Wonder What Goes Bump in the Night

The street corner was a dark play ground to those like me. Climbing onto the roof of the closest building, I was a water snake in the reeds invisible to my foes and my prey. I sniff the air and catch the scent I was looking for. A wolf like howl escapes my throat as my snout reaches for the moon. The hunt had begun again. Sprinting from roof to roof my claws glistened red in the moonlight. My teeth were like daggers ready to pierce, gnaw and tear the life of my victims. Scrambling down the street my prey ran, foolishly believing that running gave him any chance of survival. The figure below me was a six foot tall human male. Looking tired as a beat up old rug, as he should, having spent hours running for my amusement. Though much skinnier than I would normally enjoy, the gashes in his chest and his smell of fear made me hunger all the more. Breathing heavily he collapsed, to tired to continue. I neared him and the remnants of my humanity was a caged lion, that part of me hated what was about to happen. My predatory senses annihilated those weak feelings, the blood rage filled me. Pouncing beside him and raising my hand I plunged it into his chest and ripped free his still beating heart. He had time for one last excruciating scream before his mortally wounded body slumped to the ground with a dull thud. I looked into his eyes as I devoured his quickly chilling heart and to my utter wrath he SMILED! In my anger I tore his throat from his body, but his smile stayed! I mutilated the rest of his body; torn limbs organs and bones lay scattered about the street. Snarling, I look to the sky and watched the moon go down. I awoke to the brutal stench of carrion and rot. I was covered in blood, but not just me, everything I could see was covered in blood! Shuffling around frantically I looked for it. There it was. The head of my curse’s latest victim. NO! No it can’t be I mumbled. I reached down and picked up the face. It was the smiling face of my brother! Staring down at my trembling blood soaked hands I kneeled and prayed for death. Starring to the sun hatefully I wondered why would I ever want to be a werewolf!

What universtiy would turn this down?

I am a hero, I am frequently seen curing the sick, and I am a satisfactory speller. I’ve been seen swimming with deadly sharks, and building sand-castles. I am known for such sayings as “It’s not easy being cheesy,” and “Taste the rainbow.” When I am bored at night I make moderately buttered toast, and build sky scrapers just by thinking of them. I attract women with my chiseled feature, and stop wars with my chin. I have boxed Chuck Norris, and only spent a year in critical condition. I have gone to Kenya, also Mexico. I can chew my food with my eye brows, and fly a plane by whistling ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’. I am a zealous fighter, an investigator of school projects, and a prodigy of Shakespeare. I killed Elvis by playing the most beautiful music he had ever heard; giving him ventricular arrhythmia, at approximately 6:34 am Pacific Time. I can tie my shoes. I discovered a direct link to the cerebrums neural electronic impulses with organisms that: impair bodily functions, initiate injuries, disables cells, releases disorders, syndromes and infections. I was born in Canada. I am good at Tic Tac Toe and I invented Scrabble. I can pole volt tall buildings, or a canal in Venice in a single leap. I polish my toenails, wear lipstick if it's the 3rd Saturday and a full moon. I am cousin to the King of Norway, and god father to a 2nd grade trouble maker. I walk the streets at night battling evil, in the day I battle copious amounts of English homework.

I am a lover of chicken, a hablo mucho grande espanola, and I an affiliate of the Club for a Random Assortment of People Who Love Socks and Other Foot Warming Devices or C.R.A.P.W.L.S.O.F.W.D. for short. I am a worshiped in many South American villages. Once I baked a batch of cookies. 2000 years ago a Jewish prophet by the name of Jesus foretold my coming. I am a brilliant student who would exemplify your schools ideals, and I am an excellent candidate to receive a letter of acceptance from your radiant diamond of a school. I am JESPER RAGE!

The Original "Gangsta" Al Capone

Gun shots rang out across the cobbled road of down town New York. In a plume of smoke emerged a figure. It was a man with a blood soaked suit kept closed by a regal tie. Looking at his feet with a sneer that scared your retinas, was a torn and whimpering officer. That officer was an animal soon to be road kill and the figure was a car that would smash the life into the cold pavement. The figure was a harbinger of death; his cold and calculating eyes were a tinted window to the dinning room of hell. Under his eyes rested a battlefield of wrinkle He stuck like a vulture, without guilt or remorse. On lookers screamed when the body dropped with a thud. With his bestial snout of a nose he sniffed the air like a bloodhound. Cocking his head, he and everyone else heard a sound. Sirens the police were comming! Yellow decaying teeth, filed to sharp points, shined as the figure smiled and brought up a gun to rest, perched like an old pirates parrot, on his shoulder. There are three choices the figure could make: run, surrender, or die fighting. Possessed by some unimaginable ferocity, the figure was a cornered badger, he fired round after round into the crowd of police. Bleeding profusely the figure stumbled to his knees like the last flickers of life in a fire moments before its extinguished he sighed, and for the first time seemed at peace.

Cliche and a rescue

Its hotter than a fire cracker on the 4th of July in the middle of summer off the beaten track I searched for shade. As I hopped like a toad on a hot road and dived for cover from the sun suddenly I see a girl who is hot as hell! The heat must of made me lose my marbles then I heard her scream, she had slipped and fell! My blood froze, just my luck to find a beautiful girl a real needle in a haystack and she falls of a cliff! Oh boy I'm in hot water I book it to the cliffs edge and notice her fingers on the thin edge screaming her head off! Yelling at her to get a hold of herself, she calmed. Looking up at me she must have thought I was her Knight in shinning armour, in her hour of need, yelling at her to hold her horses I offer a helping hand and pull her up. She looks me up and down then smiling like a wolf, she bounds like a doe into my arms and happy as a clam she and I walk off into the sun set, to my house.