soos

Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.

sensh

my legs are broken my kneecaps are stolen, im forever bound to a chair im half quadriplegic that means paraplegic i cant seem to feel my legs a desolate life, i cant please my wife if only my legs i could feel, its legs that i spite as i sit down and fight, the only thing i cannot feel THERE WILL BE WHEEL CHAIR the suffer and pain is to much to bear the only one left wheels are in motion fate is set because the mountains dont give back what they take oh no THERE WILL BE WHEEL CHAIR its the only thing i cannot feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel losing my mobility, wondering have i gone insane hate my disability, all i feel is phantom pain looking down upon this deadly height, wondering if i should i should end it aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllll

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