The ghetto brawls behind my bed. the walls dust them self off as they shiver with unsurity. girls are screaming boo who was there when dat nigga did you wrong im not playin get outta my face a man with a deep voice exhales begs for some peace and trys to calm the aggression with a blunt. someone stomps on the ceiling. theyve had enough. for i on the other hand have only just begun. I hope they like the star spangled banner because i will be playing it at full volume against the wall until i hear laughter or gun shots. this place gives me goosebumps ive choosen my ending to the story now its everyone elses turn. if you hear the music from the street rejoice for something somewhere is happening greater and far worse than what you possibly could hope for on a saturday night in scranton pennsylvania.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 06:39:28 +0000
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