The Institute

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages*

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*Jacques Deval

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#DescendantofthePioneers

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I would have used the hashtag “DescendantoftheMormonPioneers” to celebrate my people, but did not out of fear of receiving hostile comments about ‘Mormons’, as well as mockery of my ancestors, and those in my extended family who still strive to practice their faith in peace. Sadly, many people have negative views of the Latter-Day Saints, and openly express disdain for the believers way of life and even their Holy book. I, as a child (unassuming, full of wonder), though not a ‘Mormon’ myself mentioned to some other children my family’s connection to the Faith and was immediately told, in no uncertain terms, that they would all go to HELL. Yes, I was saddened by this. Who wouldn’t be? My family, the people I loved, were consigned to HELL because of what they believed in their hearts to be true. Imagine that, a small child (wide eyed, and full of kindness) tortured by other children over religious beliefs. Some even made fun of the Temple Garments calling them ‘Mormon underwear’. Painful. Most definitely painful, and don’t get me started on the Faith’s persecution by the Federal Government. No, I couldn’t take it. As a descendant I still feel the sting.

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CHARITY SHOP DEATH MATCH

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

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BOYS AND GIRLS

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THE UNDECIDED

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THE INTITUTE

FOR THE STUDY OF

SLIGHTLY VARYING CIRCUMSTANCES

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PROUDLY PRESENTS

A

BRAND SPANKING NEW

POETIZATION

BY

THE ORIGINATOR

AND

ALL TIME MASTER

OF

THE ART

OF

POETIZATION

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JACK HORRORCHILD

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CHARITY SHOP DEATH MATCH

COPYRIGHT 2017 THE PRESIDENT AND FOUNDER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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‘Runaway Train’ is playing

too loudly

as music does now days

everywhere you fucking go

rock music/pop music

droning

on and on

incesantly

when all you want

is to buy some toilet paper

not attend a God damn discoteque

but,

that’s a Poetization for another day

today’s is about the tension

thick as it was in the charity shop

just before dinner

and everyone’s starving

not for sustenance

but for some geegaw

some nicknack

some hunkajunk

that some other poor slob wants, too

and they will fight over it

to the death

if necessary

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And he offered to The President and Founder, when he had made an end of communing with him in Target, tables of testimony, tables of wood(?) (for the fair price of 24.99), written with the finger of God.

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