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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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"The mini-van was facing South." It didn't match the way his stout body was aligned, the street points to East-south-east, no how and oh we needed something to chew upon, we dawgs have few dramas written out as these-- and so we quibbled on Mike's feet. Were they West? Or did she lie? (You know she's known to have imbibed) So can we trust the point of view? Did she have a beer or a two? "I heard her nerves were frayed to raw.." (And so were her's, the second frau...) the one who second'd it. I sighed and raised my hand in discomfit and told them all, "I don't like this." Six cop cars, no ambulance an undercover narc squad, it gave the neighbors con-ip-shits FORGET ABOUT THE KIDS. A big distraction for July the whisper game that whispered lies: We're all the same--we're hypnotized-- I hate that I am here, inside, I despise my windows, I placed a film to hide my eyes from the truth of it, the lies tell themselves, it seems. |
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