Showing posts with label skeletons in the closet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skeletons in the closet. Show all posts

Monday, August 30, 2010

Who's doom is yours?

I spent all day yesterday volunteering at the senior citizens home and I still don't feel like a good person. I spent the night under a bridge, crying. I'm still feeling a little off today. I got out of bed and slid down a hill. I got out of bed and slipped into hell. Whoops! I seem to have lot of baggage to carry with me from place to place, is there some kind of coat check I can leave this at? I'm sorry, i seem to have lost my claim ticket. These are troubling times when you're troubled by the time that it takes to make trouble. Robble robble!

Monday, September 14, 2009

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Snappy answers to stupid questions (pt 2)


What kind of fruitcake locks themself out of the house and throws away the key?


Saturday, January 10, 2009

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An individual who did not intend to cause death may still feel guilt about a death (e.g. by involuntary manslaughter or an accident) and may attempt to prevent discovery of the body. This can exacerbate any legal consequences associated with the death.






Means
of clandestine disposal
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* Burial, especially in a shallow grave due to time constraints
* Cremation, which may be incomplete if performed without proper equipment
* Leaving the body in a deserted or private place, such as a freezer or body of water
* Dissolution (see above)
* Burial in cement or concrete
* Crushing, e.g. within a junked car



The relationship heaved a dying breath. Maybe with a spleen, maybe with a groan, maybe with a slammed door. Goals went away. And now you hunt your clean esteem automatically by the small slits of your spirit, wondering "Can I go on without them"?

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Double Life

My chest looks like a set of drawers. each one contains a new identity. It's impossible to know who you're dealing with. If you meet me here it could be the real me, if you meet me there maybe not. It is a strange life. Is this living? What will happen if we change things now? If you were to take the drawers out and mix the contents together the entire world would end.