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beat poetry: may be confessional; often a "howl of protest" against conformity and conservatism

In south america, or europe. They're not going to take a girl seriously for accusing a man of threatening her safety, when he never hit her or threatened her in writing or verbally.

Also if he has no weapons on him, no drugs. Just school books, pens, papers and a harddrive.

In North America, stalking is taken very seriously. If a woman tells you that they want no further contact with you - you should listen to them and leave them alone. There is a reason for this. Hope you can learn from this experience.
 
"The Beat Generation was a group of American post-World War II writers who came to prominence in the 1950s, as well as the cultural phenomena that they both documented and inspired. Central elements of "Beat" culture included experimentation with drugs, alternative forms of sexuality, an interest in Eastern religion, a rejection of materialism, and the idealizing of exuberant, unexpurgated means of expression and being.

Allen Ginsberg's Howl (1956), William S. Burroughs's Naked Lunch (1959) and Jack Kerouac's On the Road (1957) are among the best known examples of Beat literature."

From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beat_poetry
 
I saw the best minds of this message board destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the NeoGAF threads at
dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded juniors burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the mushroom kingdom in the
mechanics of darkstalkers,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high
sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the OT
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to ChiTownBuffalo under the El and
saw Evilorean angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool
eyes hallucinating Germany, Australia and Florida-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were banned from the forums for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Hogan's Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind...
 
"I gave my testimony in rhyme
told them cops i did no crimes
loved that womyn but she was crazy
call my lawyer who said plead guilty
today morning im starting over
emailed her twice despite restraining order
you cant stand my real talk, i can't go on living
post me back my crown of sonnets, expedited shipping
"

#dead
 
To sum up the OP:

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I saw the best minds of this message board destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the NeoGAF threads at
dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded juniors burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the mushroom kingdom in the
mechanics of darkstalkers,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high
sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the OT
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to ChiTownBuffalo under the El and
saw Evilorean angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool
eyes hallucinating Germany, Australia and Florida-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were banned from the forums for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Hogan's Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind...



I read this as Jim Morrison from the American Prayer album.
 
Its not uncommon for two people to break up and get back together. But given that you were convicted and deported for harassment, I don't think a second go around was ever in the cards for you two.

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Lawyer dates young hot chick. She gets tired of him and his money. He becomes enraged. After stalking, threatening, and otherwise harassing her he hires a man to throw acid in her face. She is partially blinded and disfigured. Fast forward 20 or so years and they married. They've been together ever since... :|.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burt_Pugach

I would make a joke about the OP not going far enough, but I already feel like this post may encourage him to up the ante.

e: I really wish his sentence wasn't conditional having now read the entirety of the thread. No self-reflection on his part whatsoever. I don't want him back in Canada ever again.
 
Wow I can't believe I read this whole thread. I could see why many think he is trolling but really this "beat poet style" stuff has nothing to do with him being so incoherent. English is probably just not his first language.

The main issue here is his denial. Nothing anyone is saying is going to register for him because he doesn't think he did anything wrong. In his mind its all everyone else's fault and nothing will change that.
 
Nah like one of those dudes that wear all black and smoke cigs in jazz clubs.

I saw one of these dudes sittin on a bench at King's Island last weekend. Full getup man. 90 degrees and all black pants,long sleeve shirt with black vest over it because why not right? Crazy french style black hat and a cig in his hand.
Guy was in a trance watchin some ride with his legs crossed and arms slouched over the top rail.
He could have been an out of work Mime though I'm not too sure.

I guess the moral of the story is if you have no self awareness and like to sit and stare, well then King's Island is a good place for you.
 
Like others have said, op is either playing the troll game or is a creepy stalker. Anyone want to skim the posting history? Surely there is a three week gap.
 
No, being 4 months with her was not worth it. I want my life back so badly. And I absolutely hate her for what she did. But I met injustice and bullshit. And that shit will make you want to kill someone or yourself.

That's the system. That's what beat the shit out of me. And robbed my life.

Wow this thread was quite interesting!

You really needed help bro.
 
I saw the best minds of this message board destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the NeoGAF threads at
dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded juniors burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the mushroom kingdom in the
mechanics of darkstalkers,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high
sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the OT
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to ChiTownBuffalo under the El and
saw Evilorean angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool
eyes hallucinating Germany, Australia and Florida-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were banned from the forums for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Hogan's Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind...

Glorious.
 
A guy showed up on 2chan (a Japanese text forum ala 4chan, but sans images) and talked about his "girlfriend" and how she was sending him mixed signals. It very quickly became apparent that she was sending very clear signals for him to get lost. He...he didn't get lost. The girl was nicknamed "Denko".

http://vgperson.tumblr.com/post/21533650696/help-the-girl-i-like-wont-respond-to-my-emails

#OP
Contents:
Don’t call me or email me anymore, please.
I’m sorry, but I’m really, really scared.
If there’s been a misunderstanding, then I apologize.
But this is my last email. Please don’t contact me again, I’m begging you.

What does this mean…? (´・ω・`)
I’ve been thinking about it for a good while now and I’m just not sure…

HMM, WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY MEAN?
 
Holy hell, I just read this whole thing and all I could think of was this:

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OP, you seriously need some help (and not about being in prison).

EDIT: Sorry for the bump, I didn't even look at the dates.
 
I never threatened her, I never shouted at her, I never hurt her.

I didn't leave her alone, and she called the authorities and made up some stories. I put my faith in a lawyer, who than plead guilty not in my best interest.

The police lied about evidence, my while life I suddenly became a subject.

I'm a beat poet now, I wasn't before. It just happens to you.

Supposedly it's against the law to write unwanted emails. It's "stalking", I was hurt. I wanted to stay and not lose her because I loved her.

She gets me banned from school by telling the security there she fears for her "safety", which was complete bullshit because a month before we were still sleeping together. I was dating a very stupid bitch. Who thought it was ok to lie to hurt me.

On the phone, I dared her to call the police. Because I knew i didn't do anything criminal. They came to my house that night, saw my phone, saw that she tried to call me, heard my side of the story, they left asking me only not to waste their time. Next day, I get a call from a family detective, saying I should come in to a station for questioning. They arrested me there, with all my school supplies, And once you're in a system like that you never get out. The police threatened while I was in jail. Saying if i beat this case they'll break my jaw or plant drugs me.
as if I was going to murder her or something. When the last time we saw each other and had a fight, she hit me, punching me. She said stuff like "I can get you deported" "I will break you" , she had motive and used the law against me.


I'm in vienna, austria now. But they deported me to my home country in Uruguay. When you're found guilty of something you lose your student visa.

And guess what. If you don't have family or can't contact your real friends to get bail and assurity(someone to be with you 24/7) You're left in jail awaiting the day they buy your ticket out.

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You are FUCKING crazy
 
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