first week back at achool has sucked. its just the same shit. except instead of geography this semester we're doing history. you can choose what you want to do for your group assignment, and luckily me and alyson and harley are all in the same class.

alysons pagan, so we're going to do something about whichcraft and the prossecusion of women who were burnt at the steak. alyson thinks that if we do whichcraft from a femenist perspective we'll get a good mark.

most people are doing wars. thats because most people at our school are violent dicks.

but anyway, she said that i could include a poem at the end about whiches because im the best poet. and harley knows a bit of guitar, so maybe we'll make it a song so that we can sing it in our class perentation.


anyway, im still working on it. here it is.

which

they say you are a whitch
an evil unholy bitch
they persecute you
dont know what you do

your just not the same as them
all the asshole dickhead men
they're wives like there slaves
no, your different, your brave

you live alone in solitude
other townfolk think thats rude
but its nature that you truly love
not some figmant from 'heaven above'

so that's why they'll try
to burn you, you will die
all because you're not like them
all the asshole dickhead men

alyson and harley and i have intellectual discussions, which is why we're such good friends. we were talking about whichcraft, and how we are luckier now.

i mean sure we still have people judge us for being different, but at the same time alysn can wear her magikal pentagram around her neck at school and not get killed.

well, the year 9 coodinater makes her tuck it into her school shirt coz no jewlry is allwed, but still its better than dying and stuff.