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Haikus from Maths Class VI by papa-j, literature

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Haikus from Maths Class VI

It has been some time And there is much to narrate Of maths and its end. The scholarly side, Or to be more correct the Academic side Of mathematics In class in those last few months, Is now forgotten. What was remembered Were the major events, not The syllabus work. Naturally results In the end appeared to merge – The marks were the same. Thus, warm episodes Of mateship and new insights Will be remembered. The first episode Was to occur near the end Of the final term. My study methods, For the H.S.C. exam Came under question. It was discovered That I had past exams from One nine seven five. Working then onwards, I

Haikus from Maths Class V by papa-j, literature

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Haikus from Maths Class V

Unfinished business, Is this long math narrative Of my final years. Begin the last year, And that beautiful presence No longer be so, Nor the new year bring, The joy it showed last year As I take my seat. Personal stockade, Beautiful presence – no more, Enjoyment – long gone. This long final year, Begins with where we left off With some quadratics. Now, a few months past, As I write it I don't know Even what it is! So we struggle through, Quadratic identities, In the test I pass! Such the luck I have, From this year's lack of study, Can't be said for all. Our German colleague, The prophet of all prophets, Predicted h

Chinese by papa-j, literature

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Chinese

[Opening scene is of an average middle-aged homeless man with a slight beard. Is situated on an average busy city street in peek-hour. Numerous numbers of people walk without a glimpse at him or his placard that he is holding with the writing: 'FEED THE POOR'. From the right enters a man, walks by just like everyone else, though, has a glimpse, leaves on the left. Cuts to the man crossing an intersection with a group of people. Cuts to the man entering a large shopping mall. Cuts to the man at a Chinese take-away shop. Dialogue is introduced towards the end and is as follows: WOMAN: Any more? MAN: Yeah, just a little more, to the top. T

The Lost Papers by papa-j, literature

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The Lost Papers

Despite the cold and the constant suffering that Mark experienced, it had been worth it. As he now sat before the table, with all the most beautiful foods, (roast, fish, and his favourite, various cheeses), Mark came to the realisation, that everyone who had tried to talk him out of leaving all those months ago, were idiots! Well, maybe not idiots he thought to himself, but pretty close to it as Mark could not think of the word which expressed the full meaning of what he thought of those people because despite his vast intellect, his vocabulary was rather quite poor. Yet, as tired as his feet were, Mark was still scuttling about the table, p

Obituaries by papa-j, literature

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Obituaries

Did you happen to read The Daily Times today? More specific, page numbered ninety-one If you did, would you agree, quite sad For a second, I even had a tear in my eye Did you happen to read past the lonely hearts? More specific, the desperate widows' ones If you did, did this one grab your attention? For a second, it certainly did to me Did you happen to read past those old obituaries? More specific, the glossy italicised one If you did, did you read the one in the bottom corner? Even for just a second? d. Yesterday, b. ----- Capitalism – Worshipped by all, loved by a few Funeral tomorrow at ---, reserved for those w

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Bush Please by papa-j, literature

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Bush Please

[Colin] Yeah whattup UN? [Saddam] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't! Ahhh! They didn't do it again what-what, what-what? You invade Iraq two times America? [Colin] Oh fo' sho'! [Saddam] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that? This is the special right here What-what, what-what-what? Yeah, it's a toast to Bush Uhh, to the President Yeah, y'know! What's crackin' George? [Colin] Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic propaganda and start world protests cause of our secret agenda (agenda) Drop down some bombs on the media and watch someone in your area get struck by some hysteria (Watch out now!) Some of these claims that we make

The Fall of Man by papa-j, literature

Red Liquid by papa-j, literature

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Red Liquid

A girl has seizures A priest tries to make it easier He says a little prayer Tries to make her feel better Too bad she's starting to convulse Too bad she's starting to lose her pulse Too bad no one has any hope Do you think the parents will cope? Do you think the father will go for the rope? Tighten the noose and let his head hang lose Do you think the mother will go for the pill? Not to get better but to get more ill So now watch her nose spill Some red liquid

Same Ol Same Ol by papa-j, literature

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Same Ol Same Ol

Wake up and punch the clock Get out of bed and put some clothes on Wash your face and stare in the mirror Pour out the cereal and eat breakfast Walk to the bus stop and wait Get on the bus and sit down Off to work for a hard days slog Leave at 5 for home Back on the bus and it's the same ol' same ol' Back at home and no lights are on Look in the fridge and it's microwave soup for one Silent meals filled with loneliness A shower followed by a book Off to sleep for another day Tomorrow it'll just be the same ol' same ol'

On The Streets by papa-j, literature

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On The Streets

On the streets where sugar daddy's meet Where there are two broken down cars on the front lawn Where rubbish litters the ground Where welfare cheques are common Where alcohol replaces water Where single mothers raise three or four young children Where brothers rob from brothers Where no one goes out after dark Where needles lie on the ground Where crime is common Where people fight each other on the street It's just another ghetto When you are on the streets

Is This How I Repay You? by papa-j, literature

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Is This How I Repay You?

Fallen once again Fallen to my expectations Fallen to you, but you already knew That I would fail you But you still bless me So, is this how I repay you? I've disappointed myself I've disappointed you as well I've disappointed the both of us You know that I would fail you But you still bless me So, is this how I repay you? Been forgiven Been restored once again Been made clean, but I fail again You knew that I would fail you But you still bless me So, is this how I repay you? I want the failing to stop I want the falling to stop I want the closeness to grow You know that I will fail you again But you still bless me So,

Commies by papa-j, literature

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Commies

[Lenin] Let me ask you about this world in which we live And let me try to swerve some of that repression you give To them distant ass capitalists' over in Wall St. If they hate you so much, why don't they just bomb y'all If you weren't enemies, would you still have hate? Or infact being enemies make you think you have to hate? Look I probably despise the capitalists' more than anybody here But my comrades despise too, socialists' get outta here! Who was you with when the stock market plummeted? Who was you rioting with at the WTO summit? Who ate all your rationed bread? And then felt worse than you about it? (Comrades y'all) [Ca

3 Crooks and One Baddy by papa-j, literature

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When summer nights were high by themapper, literature

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When summer nights were high

I've dreamt of you more nights than I admit, those nights when I saw you, just you, when summer nights were high; those nights when just your smallest sigh ignites in me that passion new; I've dreamt of you more nights than I admit, those nights when I saw you, and wondering if your passion'd cry might tell a tale of you more true than I could pry with gaudy lie; I've dreamt of you more nights than I admit, those nights when I saw you, just you, when summer nights were high.

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Those Poor Ol' Dog Eyes by papa-j, visual art

Those Poor Ol' Dog Eyes

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Jun 20, 2006

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Jun 20, 2006

Where's Jovi?

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Reading: Interview With the Vampire - Anne Rice Listening to: Down - 311 Anyway I thought that I would update this again because I really haven't been on here for a good while at all! Two major breaks within the last year can't help you know. So some spring cleaning... I finished my first session of university. It's pretty good but I haven't got anything to say about it. I'm on holidays until the middle of July, but again I don't think that you would be that much interested in that. Or are you? Despite the extra amount of time that I have, I don't think that I will be posting anything because I don't think my stuff is particularly good,

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papa-j

May 7, 2006

Wakes Up to Himself

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Reading: Khrushchev Remembers - Nikita S. Khrushchev Listening to: Damien Lovelock on SBS's The World Game Philosopher of the Week: Not René Descartes! Alright I'm finally writing something because of the words of gamblor. It's like checking into a drug rehabilitation clinic! Firstly, yeah uni's going good. Secondly, my job, gives causal a whole new meaning. Thirdly, my writing, limited though I have a lot of ideas - though that's nothing new since I always have a lot of ideas. Fourthly, I got a birthday present three months in advance. A new phone. It's not bad. Fifthly, I lost to Pramesh in tennis again today 7-4, though I was

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labaha89

May 22, 2008

thanks for the fave

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PunkGirlWWJD

Jun 13, 2007

how are you doing, papa?

zenphoenixa

Jan 31, 2007

Greetings again Joe

and I hope you're enjoying the uni holidays as much as I am!

Though at the moment I'm wishing that uni would just curl up in a hole somewhere and DIE PLZ due to my trying to enrol in classes today, but it's been four hours and the stupid uni server keeps kicking me out...

Then again, the uni was stupid in making us all enrol via the net starting from today so of COURSE the site is crashing, and of COURSE everyone is getting extraordinarily peeved and... grrrrr if I don't get the classes I want I'm gonna...