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I don’t understand why people would want to get rid of pigeons. They don’t bother no one.

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Sep 28 2008

i got an a+ fa this shit in morality class it was for a justice paper

Published by damayor at 6:25 pm under High School Stories Edit This

Justice
Jackson sat under the fields in mid July. He was watching the clouds roll by and imaging that he was the one that controlled the clouds. That day he had disregarded all his duties and cut school and decided to smoke cigarettes in the tree cut. As he sat he imagined that the clouds were the only way to live and the bay the only kingdom. At this point he was thizzin’ pretty hard. He sat there for a couple of hours until he decided it was time to go home. That  day when Jackson got home his mother informed him that the school had called. Jackson was like yo shizz man. He had thought that he got caught ditching which was odd because the school never cared before when he ditched, they always marked him present so they could get their stacks of paper. His mother informed him that they said that his fingerprints were all over the murder weapon of a young female student at his high school. Jackson didn’t know what to say “Mom that’s bunk I was thizzin’- I wasn’t even at school today.” His mother just stared into his eyes with a blank expression. The police arrived at his house shortly after the confrontation with his mother, and Jackson was detained by the police. He was framed by the principle. The principle knew that Jackson had walked in on him having sexual intercourse with a student and was worried that Jackson was going to tell. He had the student killed and payed off the police. Jackson was soon sent to death row and was quickly executed his last words were said to be I WILL RISE AGAIN FOR JUSTICE FOR THE NATION OF THIZZLAM AND THE ENEMIES OF THIZZLAM. His mother was the only one to attend the funeral. But his death was not to last forever. A Wizard of Thizzlam on one day, a rainy day, appeared at the grave of young Jackson Macingson and broke the thizz over his grave. And with incantations and spells he incurred the wrath of the mighty Thizzallah and young Jacksons body rose from its northern Californian grave. His body was discolored and mangled. He was no Jesus Christ- he resembled a zombie, a zombie with the powers of Thizzlam. The young zombie walked on from his grave mumbling about the injustices that had plagued his young carefree life. He walked to the grounds of the school. He was unseen by those who were not lead by the power of Thizzlam. He would remain unseen to all but one man, this man, principle Johnny Ca$h, was startled when he saw the disfigured body of the young Jackson. He screamed he cried he yelled. Jackson screamed you killed me you have killed me and, the young girl. Jacksons hand gripped the body of princple Ca$h and felt as the hand fell to the ground and watched as Jackson turned to ash on the floor. He was astonished, was it all just a dream he thought or was it…In one half second the body of Ca$h was transfigured into the image of a horribly disfigured man a reminder of the sin and the death he had caused and a testament to the holy religion of Thizzlam. The spirit of Jackson had plagued the body of Ca$h and it served as a reminder to all people the horror and reality of injustice and evil in the world.

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