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Nothing they are too busy beating around the bush and hedging their bets.

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Happy Christmas Cas xxx

*wanders off singing White Christmas*

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erm.. cath, bambi isn’t real

:D actually, bambi might be as real as Jesus

*waits to be struck down by bambi’s dad*

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@pete wrote:

Just give someone a gun with a bullet in it and put that bullet through his/her/their heads, its not that difficult, i’m sure there’d be many volunteers. The world has one or two less monsters in it whats wrong with that.

Pete….. you always say this. But it doesn’t solve anything does it. But, maybe you have a point. Get a vigilante group to wreak vengeance for society. Until they kill your brother, uncle, sister, friend by mistake.

No, we need a legal deterrant. Something stringent enough to make people think twice before they do things. I would like to see something along the lines of making the punishment fit the crime.

Failing that, what about branding? Legal castration?

Any other ideas?

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@rubyred wrote:

eeek ignore the above as it has made out i have a heart after all..whereas we all know im a liar. and would make things up.from the death of a loved one,to things i cannot even say on here.

then why cant i sleep, ?? maybe i give a fvck after all ?

nah !

hurrrmph

*passes rubes a red gummy bear*

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I think what cath is saying is that when trust for male grownups has gone due to personal experience, the nightmare of placing your own children in a similar danger is always present. Trust is never regained completely when you know what things people are capable of.

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Isn’t Black Christmas a horror movie?

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bloody hell, humbug requests is it now?

:D :D :D

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Not deadilier…… The percentages still say that more men than women committ crimes of violence, and that is what this is… a vile violence against innocence.

The general concensus is that perpetrators of this kind of crime have been abused themselves. If that is true then I am suprised that there are not many many more women who are committing crimes of this nature, instead of the tiny few. As statistically more women are abused as children than men.

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Disintegration – The Cure

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The shameless kiss of vanity
The soft and the black and the velvety
Up tight against the side of me
And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go
My party piece

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The aching kiss before I feed
The stench of a love for a younger meat
And the sound that it makes
When it cuts in deep
The holding up on bended knees
The addiction of duplicities
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go
My party piece

But I never said I would stay to the end
So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs
Pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and
Stains on the scenery
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both us knew
How the ending would be…

So it’s all come back round to breaking apart again
Breaking apart like I’m made up of glass again
Making it up behind my back again
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
Holding it up behind my head again
Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again
Round and round and round
And it’s coming apart again
Over and over and over

Now that I know that I’m breaking to pieces
I’ll pull out my heart
And I’ll feed it to anyone
Crying for sympathy
Crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd
And the three cheers from everyone
Dropping through sky
Through the glass of the roof
Through the roof of your mouth
Through the mouth of your eye
Through the eye of the needle
It’s easier for me to get closer to heaven
Than ever feel whole again

I never said I would stay to the end
I knew I would leave you with babies and everything
Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs
Pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and
Stains on the memory
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both of us knew
How the end always is

How the end always is…

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