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Omerta el prostitute (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

A cock crows steady for sixty seconds as a dog barks off in the distance and a car almost starts. Dark square of curtains seal out the morning, but he is still awake holding the letter with a bottle. It slowly slips out and shatters. Walking across the glass he opens the drapes and stands motionless. Two boys ride by laughing on bikes. Their seats are red & their hair brown. He presses his palm to the warm pane.

Jeremi B. Handrinos 23-Feb-03/7:12 PM
It's not like a hobby, because of the ridiculous amounts of money, and the constant corruption involved. At first one would like to think of it along the lines of hobby but quickley it mutates. Like Carpenter's the thing. Then you spend the rest of your time absorbed by hunting it while it hunt's youu




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