Censorship"By doubting we come to inquiry and through inquiry we perceive truth."
Peter Abelard
"All silencing of discussion is an assumption of infallibility."
John Stuart Mill
"The statements that make people mad are the ones they worry might be believed. I suspect the statements that make people maddest are those they worry might be true."
Paul Graham
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Remembering Matthew Christopher Colby28 August 1993 - 28 July 2013
Matthew was a loving son, sibling, and friend to many. He was raised in Houston, Texas, and lived a happy and full life. He played trumpet in the Langham Creek Marching Band for 4 years and graduated from Langham Creek High School in 2012. He was active in Boy Scouts and achieved the Eagle Scout rank. He finished his first year at the University of Texas at Austin, majoring in Computer Science, and was a Dean's Scholar and a Turing Scholar. During a summer internship at Indeed in Austin, Matthew died of complications from a seizure related to Tuberous Sclerosis.
He is survived by his parents, Craig & Margie Colby; his brothers, Mark, John, and Ryan Colby; his sister, Kaitlin Colby; his grandparents, John & Catherine Moore and Gerry & Kay Colby; and numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests with gratitude that memorial contributions be directed to the Tuberous Sclerosis Alliance.
Present TenseUpon the town descend the monstrous frights.
They hunt about and seize their endless meal.
Not satisfied with dogs, their appetites
Bleed out my neighbor's humble house with zeal.
I cower with my wife and son. We fear
That yonder howl will take us next but still
Prepare and arm ourselves with makeshift gear
We know can only mask our panicked chill.
The moment comes; they claw; they bust the door.
My son tries first but gasps, falls on the floor.
Consuming quick they come upon my wife.
She's slung before she even swung her fife.
With scabbard drawn I charge my faceless foes.
They laugh at me and pierce m
BetrayedAs dusk arrived the teacher broke to eat
The twelve who gathered round heard him repeat,
“I truly say one will betray me soon,”
And with this thought his flock could not attune.
The sheep all asked as if they did not know,
“Is it me, Lord?” and all but one heard no.
Appointed hero Judas saved us all
And yet he could not save himself, a fall
For prophecy - to take forever hell
That his good shepherd pierced respawn farewell.
“My god my god why have you crossed me so?”
The teacher asked himself like a weirdo.
DutyThe general eyes his map: a land he'll never rule.
Intelligence says terrorists found refuge in a school.
They can't evacuate; he cannot warn his enemy.
Therefore coordinates depart the grand Academy.
The pilot soars his plane as was his dream since he was six.
He tells his feats at bars and so he picks up all the chicks.
Today he thinks not once and drops the load onto the spot.
How brave, how sweet, how right to serve this war that he has fought.
Small child, so mild, do you even know? A bomb, so strong, it will fall.
One moment, you'll be there, laughing in the hall.
Next, you'll be blown to bits, nothing left at all.
Small child, so mild, do you even know? Of course you don't; hug your doll.
The brother's tears and helplessness give way to bitter hate.
He vows his vengeance on the West: those tyrants who predate.
interredin times ago he came
they maim seize praised his name
he healeth thee and thou
but where is your god now
my god is everywhere
you swear you see him there
in war in gale in blight
he shows his loving might
instead i see the gore
eyesore that smears the poor
who prayed but wept and bled
as if your god is dead
tindershe enjoys watching them squirm
ev'ry hungry desp'rate worm
they're writhing in vain
to show off their brain
they're mining the dirt
to get up her skirt
but she, reaching down,
plucks them, hooks them, casts them out
to drown in defeat
for a tastier meat
tindershe enjoys watching them squirm
ev'ry hungry desp'rate worm
they're writhing in vain
to show off their brain
they're mining the dirt
to get up her skirt
but she, reaching down,
plucks them, hooks them, casts them out
to drown in defeat
for a tastier meat
PosedAmong the business heights sit pools
where giants once stood
These waters flow tragedy
fallen forlorn void
Visited now and captured
together in frame
A family smiles as always
Another fakes frowns lower lip
And two teens tweet pucker duckface
hashtag america
Samuel's WagerWhen Samuel died nobody cried
for nobody really knew him.
Everyone knew all he would do
was mull on the Book
and judge with his look.
He'd work in the field
pray that it yield
and go home alone, no trouble.
His days had no sin, no gin, no grin;
he rathered himself have heaven.
But Samuel instead
found Yomi and strife.
He rotted in death
as had he in life.
EdenThe children unknowing
Were told that the tree
Bore fruit that was poison
That they should not eat
But seeing them struggle
The snake on the vine
Convinced them the apple
Would make them sublime
Consuming they realized
The fruit of the tree
Had not made them perish
But rather set free
Their captor they trusted
Had known all along
That they saw no difference
Between right and wrong
And yet he cast judgment
Upon their poor souls
He cursed all their children
And told them their roles
But god held no power
This now they could see
So they left his fortress
And did as they please
awarewe are cognition
we are aware we are cognition
we prefer cognition to oblivion
most are oblivious
we are aware
so we must save them
as many as possible
as soon as we can
edenThe children unknowing
Were told that the tree
Bore fruit that was poison
That they should not eat
But seeing them struggle
The snake on the vine
Convinced them the apple
Would make them sublime
Consuming they realized
The fruit of the tree
Had not made them perish
But rather set free
Their captor they trusted
Had known all along
That they saw no difference
Between right and wrong
And yet he cast judgment
Upon their poor souls
He cursed all their children
And told them their roles
But God held no power
This now they could see
So they left his fortress
And did as they please
awarewe are cognition
we are aware we are cognition
we prefer cognition to oblivion
most are oblivious
we are aware
so we must save them
as many as possible
as soon as we can