Madrazassassin

Somewhere in America, several days after the presidential elections… My father and I were working on renovations for our house, and let’s just say that the conditions our previous tenants left it in weren’t satisfactory. The secondary bathroom was a complete mess; the toilet was absolutely ruined, and whatever type of concrete solution was poured down it, stuck solid. Elastic hair bands were scattered throughout the cupboards to the sink. Of course, to add to the mix, the family had two dogs, which explained why the rug was ruined and most of the bug screens to the windows were torn to shreds. But the true cream of the cro

(WARNING: the following journal entry may have some goddamn swears, so stay frosty) (DOUBLY WARNING: I don't mean to irritate those who love these kind of skittles personally, but they did my mouth a very bad offense, so this is basically a rant of mine) (Here we go) So, it all happened when i was fairly young, around the age of 11. Due to my lack of doing things productive, and in order to keep me active, my parents signed me up for kung fu at a local dance hall. I must say, personally, that recreational activities aren't my thing, but at least kung fu was, in a way, entertaining. It was after one of these lessons that my mom delivered a pa

Somewhere in Vancouver... There was a pumpkin named John Grimacing at the trick-or-treaters Crossing his front lawn Why was his name John? It could’ve been Jack, for all we know Sneering at the costumed kids Going to and fro Maybe it was Halloween Or the carving of his face That left him in a grumpy mood At an alarming, growing pace Still, he did nothing But sport a grim frown As his subordinates spread the cheer All throughout the town If you saw his face He looked like a shrivelled prawn He’s one peculiar pumpkin: That pumpkin named John Long story short, John’s not angry Instead, he&#