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nathan-herby
Former teen party-goer/druggie/asshole trying to turn a new leaf through creativity.
Sign here and,here Authorized personnel only Exit… A sign of distress on his face The normal signs of distress? No. Signal the white flag high Suboxone and methadone Romney and Ryan The county fairgrounds… “Lookout for that fox!” DUI you cant afford it DUI CRACK you cant afford it Hand signals communicate UFO Conference? No SIGNS of UFO’s tonight “Where’s your sign?” What would my sign look like? Winding road, next 4 miles
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
Post No Signs
Down into the projects we go The place the white suburbs should never know Nervous Energies cast fear aside If we get spotted: Run! Duck! Hide! One missed exit, a couple wrong turns If we don’t materialize in time, the sickness will start to burn Throw reason through the window, we’ll be nodding out for hours (on end) A brief moment of relief, of apathy, chemically induced power We come up on the spot, hurry up and wait. Hope the runner arrives before it’s too late. Flashing red lights notice us in their town Only thing I can think to do is duck down Hear the tap on the window turn into a pound Black Cop asks me, “Whose the ****** now?”
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
East Liberty