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Myself and three of my friends were all hanging out, outside Tim Hortons and we got cold so we sat inside after ordering our food and started talking amongst ourselves. The manager yelled at us for being to loud and after we all got mad, so Jamie ran to Neighbours the convenience store and bought a pack of smoke bombs. When he returned we set one off when the manager was not looking and all ran out of the store. We sat inside the convenience store that was next door and bought a bag of chips. As we were opening the bag of chips the manager storms in and looks for us so we set off another smoke bomb and ran inside Jamie's car.

You, in the schoolyard I am ready to kill and no one here knows of my loneliness Red welts on white skin I hurt you and you cry loudly Now you are scared and I am ready my black blood soils your dress Your white flesh excites me so I am just a gigolo your white flesh enlightens me My black blood and your white flesh I get hornier and hornier from your screams the cold sweat on your white forehead hails into my sick brain Your white flesh excites me so I am just a gigolo my father was exactly like me your white flesh enlightens me Now you are scared and I am ready my sick existence cries for redemption your white flesh becomes my scaffold * in my heaven there is no god Your white flesh excites me so I am just a gigolo your white flesh enlightens me my father was exactly like me your white flesh excites me so I am just a sad gigolo your white flesh enlightens me

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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