Where even power, gold & diamonds cannot fix.
Shaving some years off of my life for prison time injustices—just in case—has been added in my list of responsible forward planning.
According to the actual law of Canada, any citizen could have had sexually assaulted someone at some point in their life unbeknownst to their knowledge. Thereof, it is punishable by a maximum of ten years under indictable offence, or eighteen months under summary conviction in prison. Here we are the Canadians, a society of violent and mentally challenged adults who cannot assess for themselves their environment therein any positive body language cannot make consent; that is, make sure to get in touch with your lawyer before, while, and after any time you kiss your partner. Western madness.
“I am so good—heck, so famous that I don’t have to lower myself at your peasant level by asking your permission for using you as a favour.”
I am not going to write about the anxious need of glory from cheap gimmicks the get-together like to get off about, but instead let’s look at the bigger picture; any actual community has the same problem with the same kind of people—unhappy pieces of shit.
Taking advantage of its nebulous nature still does not give someone the right to disregard other people’s feelings, their private and public images, and life stories; this alone should tell you a lot about one’s character, and the recognition one could seem to have lure.
U gut tss top jaw jinn end eye key pff lore each in.
I was eyeballing for a week a tumbleweed forming on the flat, tired to pick it up, I’ve found it next to my trash can tired to be picked on.
When the potatoes need to shut up because where were you.
Stranger; “What did you dream about last night.”
Me; “I was sitting on my chair when suddenly my ass started to defecate like nobody’s business.”