Bring Back the Death Penalty!

Y'all need to tell me something. Don't y'all think we should have death penalty in Canada? Like come on now. I'm not going to make this long. It's actually going to be a short post. If you murder somebody, take their life away, and you INTENDED to, then you should have your life taken away too. Not no Life imprisonment shit. But you should die too.

The man I call my COUSIN

The area I grew up in was like a vicinity under attack during war. A lot of commotion and stupidness was occurring. When I was a young lad, I chilled a lot with my older cousin. He was about 16, 6 years older and wise than me. He was short, stocky, and had blubber all over his fat ass. He was a weird character I tell ya. He would laugh at me because I was still a virgin! What kind of normal kid would lose their virginity at the age of 13? Disgusting freak. My cousin was such a bad influence. Almost everyday, he would try to get me to take a hit from his blunt. He had such juvenile behaviour. He was like a caged animal just anticipating his escape. He was into chopping that ganja, which got him into heat with the law for the first time. You would think that the punk would learn the first time. Nope, he was an arsonist. He had an awkward fetish for setting things on fire. What a dumbass. It was crystal clear that he was legally blinded. I know that he knew what was right or wrong. But he couldn’t care less. Sometimes, I actually thought something was wrong with him. His actions were just preposterous. He would always get into trouble but make the situation even worse. For example, he would always abscond after he knew he did something stupid. So he would try to hide. Meticulosity probably wasn’t on his resume. He was extremely careless and irresponsible. No wonder he always got caught. He didn’t get away with anything. That’s enough of his sad teenage years. He’s now 23 years young. A full grown man. Finally with a full grown brain. Remember when I said I always thought something was wrong with him? Well, his name on MSN is, and always has been, “Psychosis.”

MEMORIES OF A MURDER THINGY

Invalid Cause of Death

The forensic scientist wrapped the surgical mask tightly around his old wrinkly face. He hesitantly looked down upon the mutilated raped body. The doctor picked up a shiny, cold siler scalpel and started picking at the dead scabs for evidence. The two detectives stood in silence and watched sinfully as the forensic doctor did his daily job. It was so silent that you could hear the scabs ripping apart and you could crackle of the friction caused by the scabs and the scalpel. The detective on the right had a look of concern when he was gazing at the grizzly body. The thoughts in his mind were the same as usual. He wondered how they haven’t found the culprit. The murders happen at a certain time, and certain place. Yet the murderer always gets away. The other detective has a look of sadness. A look of a failure. It seems like he feels as if he has let down his city. The murders just keep piling up. Every suspect they have, is the wrong one. All focus is back to the doctor. The doctor now looks at the lower half of the body. Seems like there is dried up blood between the fingernails of each toe. Between the toes there are dirty rocks and crusty old soil. The doctor’s eyes start to squint. As he looks at the vagina, he claims he’s seeing something weird. Takes a tool, sticks it inside, and calmly pulls out rotten and expired peaches. As the doctor continuously pulls them out, he carefully places them in a special container. As the detectives see this, they realize there is more to the crime than meets the eye.

my soft side

A special bond believed never to be broken - a bond shared between two people - society may frown upon who may share this bond - gender is forced as an issue - can be between lovers, family, and friends - a bond so strong that a pledge is vowed to never be broken – everyday aging bonds are destroyed and growing bonds are strengthened – Lies are told, infidelity transpires, and towels are thrown in – Yet this bond can overcome even the hardest obstacles in life and sacred vows between two people can be made forever – this bond can lead to heart break, emotional turmoil, and never-ending unhappiness – this bond can lead to ever lasting happiness, life fulfillment and emotional bliss– Love is a bond, bond is love. That simple.