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As reported yesterday in the Sunday Sun, Homolka will be released on July 4 after serving her 12-year sentence for manslaughter in the deaths of Kristen French and Leslie Mahaffy. Homolka wasn't convicted in the death of her sister, but evidence of her involvement was taken into consideration in sentencing.

The sentence was the result of a controversial plea bargain Homolka made before videotapes of the sex attacks and her involvement in them were disclosed to investigators.

In a second deal, the Crown waived charges on the Jane Doe rape -- a crime Homolka "forgot" to mention during initial plea-bargain discussions.

A variety of court proceedings revealed Homolka lured Jane Doe to the couple's house with an invitation to see her Rottweiler puppy, Buddy.

Jane Doe was given a glass of peach schnapps laced with Halcion sleeping pills. In a copy of the Tammy rape, Bernardo raped and sodomized Jane Doe while she was unconscious as Homolka held Halothane to her nose to keep her that way.

HOMOLKA KEPT GIRL DRUGGED

A videotape of the assault -- since destroyed -- showed Homolka holding the drug-soaked cloth to the unconscious girl's face. According to police transcripts of the tape, Homolka smiles, waves, blows kisses and licks her lips for the videocamera before she sexually assaults the girl and then sits naked on her.

like a fallen grape under the refrigerator, the sock in the dryer tumbling after its fallen mate, the pen cap to a dried-up sharpie...

we have lost something here today, my friends. we have lost a thread.

let us mourn.

let us also mourn for the non-existant posters.

^no imagination whatsoever

Ya'know I might have been married. I personally imagine how that would have been! Where did all the flowers go, long time passing.

I dreamed I was being prepared for marriage to you by clucking, reassuring middle-aged Indian women in saris that I had never seen before. I'd just been rejected by another and I was heart-broken. But there you were, an ordinary looking, slightly pudgy Indian man in his late forties, hanging off to the side, hoping to get a glimpse of me. I'd never seen you before, but your eyes were so large and sad and hopelessly in love, I decided why not, how could anything get any worse. Then you went away to get ready too.
They dressed my hair, painted on my hands and my eyes. I was so sad I wanted to die. I started floating up to the ceiling, looking in every corner for a way to fly out. The women clucked in amazement and said "Look, this one can fly!"
I was huddled in a corner where a big round window was. I could see stars, but I couldn't get to them.
Your mother came in, and I was to pass some sort of test. She was ancient, completely intimidating and dressed like a queen. The last thing I expected her to do was to look up and smile at me, hovering near the ceiling. She was pleased that I could fly, and decided that I would do for her son. I stared down at her, not wanting to come back down. She held up a bejewelled hand for me to grab a hold of. As she pulled me down, she said "Why down you stick around for a while, doll?"
Music started, and the room was full of color and silk and dark faces. But yours shone out. You had become a very young, handsome Indian man. We married, and then I fell in love with you and was glad for you to be my bridegroom. I forgot my heartbreak.

^what he's imagining we can only imagine

Nothing to see here. Move along.



Well? What are you waiting for? Move along or else!!!