Brodie Taco Slayer's blog: "Creative writing"

Even though I have friends who love me Their love is never enough Even though I have someone in bed with me I still feel alone something inside wants more something more to life something solid something real I feel alone even when I am with people that love me I feel empty even when I see people care Something is missing And i feel empty without it

Um, he killed pitbulls?? Pitbulls?? Not a German Shepard or a poodle, but pitbulls? He killed pitbulls?? He trained these dogs to fight?? Ummmm, did he kill a person, did he run after hitting a little kid with his car???? No he killed pitbulls, these are the same dogs that if you see someone walking down the street walking one, you will go the other way. These are the same dogs that you have to carry special insurance on in case they bite someone. Those pitbulls?? I think the real issue is the gambling issue, I could care less for pitbulls and what is done to them. Vick was running a gambling outfit, and if Pete Rose gets a lifetime ban in baseball for gambling, then Vick get the same in football, case closed.

After months of reshaping Bloodview, and remaking rooms and rebuilding, we finally get to test things out. I cannot wait. I hope we have customers. I, and many other people have busted our asses to make the rooms of that house look great, I hope we have actors to fill the rooms. We have all worked our way through tons of bs and creative madness, I hope we go balls to the wall. We are suppost to be the best Haunted House attraction in the area, I cannt wait to show people we are who we say we are. I hope we do not disapoint. I cannot wait to be a MONSTER, just try and stop me. You will be sorry you did.

Your a big bad man strong and tough you rule by fear your love is not enough You sole is black as you swing your hand to show how bad you are you are the toughest of the tough If your so bad why don't you hit me I hit back why don't you hit me I have no fear why don't you hit me I confront you with an irish fury you cry like a baby You cry "I'm sorry" full of tears I have your life in betweem my fingers how does it feel to be on the other side of fear Why don't you fight back Why don't you hit me Why don't you give me a black eye Why don't you hit me Why is you life worth saving Why don't you hit me. Sometimes being a coward Is using women like a punching bag Sometimes being a man Is knowing when to walk away If you do it in front of me I won't stop until you bleed yelling at the top of my lungs "Why don't you hit me" is what I'd say