After becoming sick and tired of the endless row of cheap stuff. The one with the gun drank some black water and at 10:11pm in a room with no windows. Rhythm and juice were combined and they began the search for diamonds. Without regret they packed some soul food, five golden apples and a slice of Americas pie. Jumped into the car with no frame and came out from behind clouds. When they were young they met the bad man, a stone cold junkie and a tractor baby. Those who counted the time watched as the burn dog supplied enough medicine, sugar and so co to make them feel ill. When they reached the bottom of the barrel and got lost in it they met a man who thought he was Jesus, a killjoy. After the panic, the choking and the razor blades they wondered where it had gone. They removed the colored blinders and realized they were here again, home. Their lost monkey returned and they were not so nervous anymore. Well, well said the superman, its time to buck up, wipe it out and lift me up. They found a spare room, pulled some wisdom teeth and found a reason to exist. They stopped dancing with you mother and refused chinese noodles. Then one Friday morning the independent kids tied their shoes, made meat and said Its a good day to die. Some would call them heroes, others might say fools but since they went away the shades of gray became a full time occupation.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 02:15:58 +0000
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