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far worse than any prostitute. an adulterous hunter of the precious life, a liar and deceiver beyond measure, a vicious meat-eater with scarlet claws and severe psychic illness. she feasts on steak, sausage and the blood of the holy one…
I would talk and practically say the greatest things imaginable night after night. she would stare into my eyes with black holes bigger than a hyena’s. when I talked about stocks and money, her head would pop up and eyes would light up like a lion just made a kill. she expected me to get the world for her, but before I had time to finish one semester of school, she had put out for every treacherous nerd that stepped up behind my back and re-engaged her ex-fiance. she did share her chinese food with me which is very unusual for the hyena queen, but that is likely to be denied…
‘yeah right”he was not saying the greatest things imaginable”she didnt even like him”she liked me”its too bad they couldnt have a relationship because of the stupid virgin”they wouldve been a good couple”he invited her over to his house once”we wouldve been the ones having sex”if she didnt like him, then they wouldnt have had sex”she wouldnt have had sex with him if she didnt like him”everybody agrees that she and (the devil) wouldve made the better couple”he doesnt need a dimer”(the devil) was ready for her’
when I go to write the tormenting public perceptions, I have to recall them, sometimes fabricating some, sometimes forgetting the worst ones but they are true. I have pages upon pages of onlooker perceptions in quotation marks. after I die, it will be the only evidence of how tormenting my life was.
when I went to the mental hospital, they berated me, protected the secret of the abominations, and poisoned me. I didnt know what false testimony had been given and my suspicions were never confirmed. all I knew was the truth which was that she was my “queen” and not because I am delusional but because I am the king.
we had hung out every night for months. ‘she was hanging out with her brother’ I didnt think that she was having sex with anyone at the time. she suddenly re-engaged her ex-fiance but would still lead me on on several occasions thereafter. I thought it was just her, I and a rock. I remember one of her facets sitting on the hood of the car when I mentioned something about the stock market and she started saying my name over and over again. one night very close to the disintegration of my relationships when she was saying my name over and over again, I said, “what about (my friend),” and she said, “maybe if he talked more” -that removed a tiny not even suspicious inclination. of course, I couldnt have had the realization at that time or I never wouldve become teased to a sickness youll never imagine.
the reason why I had no suspicion after the devil told me he had a one-night stand is because of 1) how much she seemingly liked me (she was my “queen”) 2) I didnt know how he wouldve got her 3) they were so deceitful (they “never even talked”) 4) I was hanging out with her every night and the devil would rarely pop over and apparently do nothing but get a look at what he wanted to have sex with. he cant even talk to her, she was always my “queen” but he would apparently and inconceivably send her an email for sex after we would leave
it started by making a VAGUE FAR-FETCHED IMPOSSIBLE WORST-CASE-SCENARIO SUSPICION. then, I was insulted and thrown into jail by the devil for ten days. I have been teased to the fullest extent of the world and tormented to the fullest extent of the imagination and I will be afflicted straight to my early grave and humiliated beyond it.
perceptions gained by the public easily fall in favor of the abominations, worst-case scenario, nightmare come true. they have twisted the truth like no one can believe or even fathom. their lies and deceit were to justify their actions, or his actions, rather. he had went after and got my “queen” before I saw her again because I didnt step up. her lies and deceit are to avoid embarrassment with the public and reduce strain on whatever intimate relationships she may have. my humiliation results from the slander that occurs due to the abomination’s lies and deceit, the only misleading evidence that exists, and logical reason and the assumptions formed by the onlookers. cup full of abominations
proverbs 5. she and they are the manifestation of spiritual forces. “do not go nigh the door of her house. [she would say my name over and over again]. her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as two-edged sword. her feet go down to death, her steps take hole on hell” and I suffer unprecedented affliction and will be suffering unto an early grave, amen

He started smoking marijuana when he was 12. But now all he do is sleep & he is getting a lot darker! He sleeps from 10 in the morning until like 9 at night! He always look drowsy & out of it.. I told my mom that I think he is doing a lot more than smoking weed. It’s even getting to the point of him stealing money from my mother & my sisters. He stays out all night & when he comes in the house he looks very drowsy & zoned out and goes straight to sleep & he sleeps all day & then he will leave out at like 9 at night! I wanted to know what drug are these symptoms affiliated with & how can I help him?

My parent was fired from her job 7 years ago. She worked little part time jobs at pubs, used up her savings, and borrowed money from anyone she could to support herself for a few years before she was eventually evicted and had to move in with some friends. About a year ago she started having trouble with her friends because she wouldn’t/couldn’t get anything more than a part time job earning barely more than $3.50 per hour + tips and not being able to pay her share of the bills. She was kicked out about 4 months ago and since I would not allow my mother to be homeless she moved in with us. We paid nearly $600 to have her belongings moved to storage out here and have been paying $150 per month for storage, $70 for her car insurance, not to mention the cost of food, power, and water since our bills have gone up. We have been barely getting by since she moved in and can barely afford to put any groceries into the house. Lets put it this way, our dogs are eating better than we are. I tried to make things a little less comfortable for her to encourage her wanting to get out on her own but it backfired. I started to buy less groceries (not that we could really afford them anyways but) and buy a few things for my fiancee and I to eat for lunch that I knew she did not like and would not eat but to solve that problem she went out and got food stamps and while she is putting a little bit of food in the kitchen I’ve noticed wrappers for things like honey buns and things like that in the trash can or on the coffee table that I know we didn’t buy but there is no box in sight which leads me to believe she is hoarding food in her room! (I don’t know for a fact but I’m not going into that over stuffed room to save my life, you can barely walk through it! It’s not dirty like filled with week old garbage but its just a small bedroom that she has crammed to capacity with a king sized bed, 3 dressers, a jewelry box, 2 free standing closets and nightstands. But even with all that furniture she has baskets stacked with laundry and cardboard boxes stacked on half of her bed filled with junk like books and magazines and pure crap. Seriously I didn’t think you could even fit that much stuff into this little bed room but I am beginning to think she is a hoarder.)
Since she moved in we have noticed things moving around, are being told how and when to do things, food vanishing much faster than it should be, the constant bickering that I should have bought this brand of soda because it is $.03 cheaper even though it tastes like a dog’s backside and mostly the lack of privacy for example when I left for work today I closed my bedroom door but when I got home for lunch the door was open and I know my fiancee left at the same time as me and hasn’t been home since. I’ve lost access to my own computer and barely get to use my tv after work. I just want to run through the house screaming MINE MINE MINE like a child!!!
She used to do the dishes every day and help keep the house picked up but that is steadily declining as well. She hasn’t had a single interview in the 4 months that she has been here and I began to worry that she was not trying to find a job at all. The past few days I began looking at the history on my computer and it is littered with nothing but facebook and dating sites with a job posting here or there every week or so. This morning she left a craigslist job add on the browser but when I clicked back it goes directly to facebook.
My fiancee and I are getting married in a couple months and I recently got an offer to move into a company paid home but I can not take her with me nor do I want to! I told her about the offer and mentioned that when she gets a job I’d be willing to help her with her costs if she takes over the lease of the place we are in now until she is able to fully support herself since we are not able to move until she is working but she didn’t respond at all. She simply just shrugged her shoulders and began flipping channels on my tv.
My fiancee is at her wits end with this and I am at a loss. I have no idea what to do with this situation or how to deal with her moving my things about and acting like she owns the place. How can I get her off her butt and into a job?

So in history i have to write a Story about an Event & I got the Emancipation Proclamation. I’ll write what i have so far but im kind of stuck i need some help, so if you have any ideas please write them below! if it is horrible let me know, but remeber im only a junior in highschool, not an author 🙂
P.S the dots/line is just a break where i thought about another part of the story for later 🙂
When the civil war started, I was only 10 years old. My father was a hard worker and owned a plantation in the middle of Georgia. He had four slaves and they were all pretty nice. I was friends with one of them named Cato. My Pap bought him just 2 years ago and we were like secret best friends. We would go out into the fields and talk when he wasn’t ‘round. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be friends with a slave but I still was friends with Cato.
I lived in a house on the Plantation with my Mom, Lanett, Pa, John and my older brother, Tony. My Pa didn’t like the government or new president because he seemed to side with the north more than the south. When the Civil War started in ’61 my brother had to go off and join the army. I was sad he had to go but my dad just told me it was gonna help us keep our slaves and give Georgia more power. I was okay with it after that because I didn’t want Cato to be taken from us.
One night my Pa was talking to one of the other plantation owners outside when I overheard them:
“Did you hear that South Carolina seceded from the Union John?”
“Yes, I think it’s a good idea, the Union doesn’t care about nothin’ but themselves and making sure they get their money.” My Pa always said this to people about the north. He hated them.
”I wonder if Georgia will end up seceding too. I think we should. No one around here likes the North or President Lincoln.
“I guess we will just have to wait and see. Want to come inside and get a beer?” I ran quickly from the door where I was listening and went and sat in a chair pretending like I had been there the whole time.
Pa never liked to talk about stuff like that around me he never wanted me to get involved because people can get in a lot of trouble talking about that stuff in the wrong crowd. that next day I went out to see Cato by the barn and told him what I had heard that night.
“Cato? Cato? Where are you?” I said quietly so Pa wouldn’t be able to hear from the house.
“Right here sir!” he said just loud enough to hear.
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One night I remember my Pa being so angry about something that he heard from our neighbor down the road, John.
“Hey Charlie did you hear about people sayin’ that we are gonna lose our slaves?”
“What are you talking about John?”
“Yea I was down at the market and I was listen’ to these travelers talking about thing they heard while they was up North.” said John.
“I knew our President was gonna do something like this. He never liked slaves in the first place!”

It is no secret that Harper has basically given the finger to every true conservative in this country.
Why?
1. The size of government and the house of commons has increased.
2. He won’t push to defund the CBC.
3. He has and continues to silence pro life mps in his own party. And pretty much any REAL conservative that speaks up with an opposing viewpoint to him.
4. Government spending is up.
5. He won’t allow FREE market by allowing foreign companies to add more competition in the telecommunication sector.
6. He is funding international planned parenthood!
7. He broke his balanced budget promise.
8. He used tax dollars for the useless Libya mission.
This just to name a few. With such an anti conservative agenda, how does he expect to get any votes in the next election!? He has smeared this party and I hope he goes down as one of the biggest failures in Canadian politics!!

She shuffled by our house, so frail and bent,
As no one thought of where the lady went.
As she returned, no one was there to see,
As down a path she blended with the trees.
We hid and giggled as she hobbled near
Emboldened courage, immature in years.
The childish jeering from our hidden niche,
This frail sun bonnet lady, we yelled “witch”.
One day a fever kept me home from class.
I watched the lady shuffle down the path.
My curiosity, in strength, convened
I followed, silent, frightened and unseen.
A house was floating in the grasses tall;
As vines of every species claimed the walls.
Around the side, a window I peeked in;
A man with twisted limbs and crackled skin.
The lady rubbed a salve to ease his pain.
And sweetly hummed a lullaby refrain.
I told what I had seen to mom and dad.
My dad arose alert and mom grew sad.
How soon the path was hacked into a drive,
And cars of food and nurses soon arrived.
As children do, I grew to ventures new.
No looking back, with growing up to do.
Our lives are clouds of layered, restless change.
We mirror how they form and rearrange;
And send a wind to hum a treetop song;
A soothing lullaby, so quickly gone..