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- Do You Believe In The Death Penalty?
According to wikipedia, 58 nations practice capital punishment, with more still using it under extreme circumstances.
It has been used as punishment for various crimes, such as sodomy, cowardice, desertion and human trafficing.
Since there has been cases portrayed in the media where individuals have fought against a death penalty for crimes they may have commited,
As well as cases where said individuals were unsuccessful and thus were in fact executed;
I believe in the death penalty, as there is sufficent proof that it does, in fact, exist. In some way or another.
I do not require as much proof for the belief in unicorns.
- A Quote of Obscurity
shy gypsy slyly spryly tryst by my crypt.
Reminds me of a time where there was more baked beans.
- 10 Qualities of a Time Lord
Can shoot fireballs
There is no circumstance where being able to shoot fire from one's hand is NOT advantageous.
Lifes plenty exciting in 3018.
All of his Appendages
An uncommon rarity when mixed with #1 and #2
Mind over Matter
Tricks of the Mind do wonders at the pub.
Does that thing with the tongue you like
A big advantage in his travels.
Ten bucks says I can't kick this cat over the roof.
Beast the subway.
Proquier of Ancient Artifacts
All of which can in some form be used to smoke canabis.
Collector of Souls
Nothing says "happy housewarming" like the soul of an ancient polish wise man.
- Friday Mornings
He awoke, midnight, mildly stoned. Sleep beconed, but he was more comforted by the idea of his own bed. Waking his companion, he bid farewell and stumbled home, the night creeping into the morn, freezing cold taunting his every step, nothing but a radio for refuge.
Upon falling into bed, he was promptly awoken, and ushered himself into clothes, before pocketing the days posessions, and stumbling out the door.
He waited exactly 8 minutes for the bus, paid a dollar sixty for students concession to the station, and promptly fell back asleep, slumped against a window down the further back.
He awoke once more as the bus stop neared the local shops. School children got on, followed by a girl that briefly aroused his attention. Casting off the urges of familiarity, he drifted into a sombre daze untill the bus reached his destination.
Trying to awaken the energy within his body, he hopped off the bus and made his way towards the train station. He could barley hold his head up, but the train would not wait, and his burst of haste would pay off.
He slipped a twenty into the ticket machine, punched in the daily numbers and withdrew his ticket, pocketing the collection of coins that spat out in his left jeans pocket.
He let the ticket slide through the gate, and slid down the stairs, before slumping against another window, and drifting off to sleep.
He was awoken by a tap on his shoulder. shuffling over to make room for more commuters on the buzy journey to get somewhere, he made note of the station. A station off. Probably no point in closing his eyes..
Reaching his mid-point, he pushed through the crowds and got out of the train, before hastily moving onto another.
Usually more packed then this morning, he soon found a seat to lay down and rest again.
Shundered awake by a bad feeling, he glanced up to realise the train had stopped at his station. Jumping out, he quickly made his way up the stairs and out of the station before the crowds grew.
Casting off an earpiece from his radio, he turned in to greet the baker, and buy his morning breakfast shake, disappointed that the bakers beautiful daughter was not there to welcome him into the morning.
He had a bigday ahead of him, of the struggle to keep awake, the battle to find logic in chaos and confusion.
he was going to drink rum.