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OUTLOOKS was a Canadian LGBT magazine, published 10 times annually (monthly excepting combined issues in July/August and December/January). Founded by Roy Heale in 1997 as a newsprint monthly, in 2009 the publication was purchased by Brett Taylor and was changed to a full gloss lifestyle magazine for the LGBT community. The head office was located in Calgary, Alberta. In 2011 the publication was purchased by Mint Media Group in Toronto with a new editor, Jim Brosseau. There was an online version of the magazine and print subscribers were served by Canada Post, readers in major cities could also obtain copies at various businesses in gay village locations, and the publication was stocked at many Chapters/Indigo bookseller locations, making the magazine availab… more »

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Red, red, all I see is red
Your words are ringing in my ears
I want your fucking head
Dead, dead, you're already dead
You sent yourself to hell when you
Opened up your mouth too many damn times
Smelled your putrid bullshit a mile behind
The rage took my name, it's past my time
You should've thought twice before you spoke out of line
The lies you spit all over the place
Are coming back to haunt you, you're a disgrace
And every word you ever spoke on my fucking name
Has helped you mark your plot and dig your grave
So now you know
Just how it feels to get your face caved in with a closed fist
So take my word
No one gives a shit take your pain down with you to your grave bitch
No other choice
You left me feeling so pissed so I'll cut you open
Feel no remorse
The end is near for you now and you're leaving broken
Leaving broken
I never wanted it to end like this, I know
You are terrified but you brought this on yourself
So you'll rest in pieces, As your soul releases
Another day you'll spend alone
As the dirt surrounds your bones
The burning sting of hate
Leaving a trail of waste in my wake
Internal bleeding and tasting the curb
You made the hard choice lost your chance to learn
A closed casket was earned
You fucking parasite
My mind entrapped with senseless rage
Stirs up the beast my hands his blades
You're vacant
I never wanted it to end like this, I know
You are terrified but you brought this on yourself
So you'll rest in pieces, As your soul releases
Another day you'll spend alone
As the dirt surrounds your bones

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