Adolf Hitler: Unfathomably brilliant.

You would have to be blind, ignorant, uneducated and mindless to not realize the potential Adolf Hitler had, the brilliance of his mind (which is beguiling; nearly unfathomable even) and the drive in his heart;the motivation and persistence he withheld. You people are simply blinded by the blood shed and torture so many had endured. You must look past that, I’m not saying it wasn’t wrong, because yes, it was. However, Adolf Hitler was truly a genius when it came to public speaking, manipulating, and even brainwashing in a sense. But in the end, this man born with such impossible intelligence used that knowledge for a terrible cause, but despite the way he used his intelligence, it was still intelligence none the less and Adolf Hitler was a genius.

P.S. It makes you think if there was a God, he must have been on vacation during the holocaust (and so many other terrible events that have occurred in history and are occurring as I write this.) But that’s a completely different topic.

Change of plans?

I'm ending the only using lyrics as a title from this point on. It's obnoxious finding lyrics that fit the general topic of what I'm writing about so from this point forward, my titles shall be whatever I feel is fit; lyrics or not.

On another note, I've been working on my own rendition of a found poem. For those of you who don't know, a found poem is when you take sentences from a story and put them together to make a poem out of it. However, I'm had an idea to tweak that idea a bit, I decided to take lyrics from different songs and fit them together into a poem. It's harder than I once thought but I promise to post it as soon as I finish.

Also a shout out to my new follower! She's totally rad, so follow her. Here. Now. This second. HURRY DAMMIT! Link! --> http://caroline-albanese.blogspot.com/

The world is black and hearts are cold.

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Junko Furuta

This is the story of Junko Furuta, a 17 year old girl who was held captive by 4 teenagers.

DAY 1: November 22, 1988: Kidnapped
Kept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriend
Raped (over 400 times in total)
Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run away
Starved and malnutritioned
Fed cockroaches to eat and urine to drink
Forced to masturbate
Forced to strip in front of others
Burned with cigarette lighters
Foreign objects inserted into her vagina/anus

DAY 11: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless times
Face held against concrete ground and jumped on
Hands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bag
Nose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouth
Dumbbells dropped onto her stomach
Vomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)
Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on arms
Flammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fire
Bottle inserted into her anus, causing injury

DAY 20: December10, 1989:

Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burns
Beat with bamboo sticks
Fireworks inserted into anus and lit
Hands smashed by weights and fingernails cracked
Beaten with golf club
Cigarettes inserted into vagina
Beaten with iron rods repeatedly
Winter; forced outside to sleep in balcony
Skewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding

DAY 30: Hot wax dripped onto face
Eyelids burned by cigarette lighter
Stabbed with sewing needles in chest area
Left nipple cut and destroyed with pliers
Hot light bulb inserted into her vagina
Heavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertion
Unable to urinate properly
Injuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroom
Eardrums severely damaged
Extreme reduced brain size

DAY 40: Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with”

January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day alone
Body mutilated
Unable to move from the ground

DAY 44: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes.

Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours.

Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through.

When her mother heard the news and details of what had happened to her daughter, she fainted. She had to undergo a psychiatric outpatient treatment . Imagine her endless pain.

Her killers are now free men.

I'm about to have a nervous breakdown.

So yeah, I was up late with a fucking stomach ache from Hell until I passed out on the couch. I had to make myself puke out the pain. It was just fantastic -_-

Anyway, now I'm fucking hungry and my stomach still hurts. We have cheerios. No milk. Just cheerios. And they're not even Honey nut! Fuck me! I was gonna go make toast. but no. The fucking bread is moldy as shit.

Then, to top it all off, my plans for today include getting my retainer fitting or whatever and possibly going to my brother's new apartment with his girlfriend. Once again: Fuck me! I hate being around him and even more so when he's with his girlfriend. I think I've said about 20 words to her in my lifetime, honestly. Therefore it will be awkward and I'll be forced to go because I have to get my retainer. Also I got in a fight with my mom this morning. Again....

Fuck me! -_-

Born to just never care.

I don't care. I don't care. I don't care about this world.

I'm kind of dead inside.

Like, I can't care.

Not that I don't care.

It's that I can't care.

And I don't care.

But what's the point?

My brother's moving out tomorrow.

I'm thinking we;ll be moving out in a few months.

We'll end up stopping the payments in a month and we'll get kicked out a couple months after that.

My mom mentioned moving to Oakhurst.

That would be cool. I could skate to school.

Walk somewhere for breakfast.

I'd love it

It's the closest thing t oa city I'd ever be living in.

The house would suck, I'm sure. But whatever.

I can live with that.

In a couple years I'm moving to San Francisco.

I think my mind's set.

I like it there.

It's crowded, but it's a good crowd.

You know?

I don't know why I'm writing like this.

I really don't.

Whatever.

I think-

GASP!

I've got an idea for my story.

Must.

Go.

Write.

BYE!