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He woke in the vw. Things were getting out of hand there was nothing but silence from the Landlord no comments on his work maybe he was getting to obscure for his own good might start to think he was nothing but a *** criminal That's not right, his ethics preclude that. Love no *** no just killing and causing ******* pain. That put a smile back on his face. Over to his right dogs were barking mad like they were afraid. He followed the noise, down into the concrete flood channel. Dogs were ok Judy wrote that poem about their honesty They don't ***** you over Or let you down. He found the dogs. Three barking at something red. something gutted like a fish. Spread out. He bent over, started to move bits, then frowned. Louisa.. Slowly turning around  he scanned the area. Then left to check Cat on the porch a worried woman in the window Glad for the cat. Someone was playing a game He liked games. Went to an internet cafe logged on saw there was a Poem from a new poet Serial Roadkill read it got it time to get into character We'll see how good you are boy I'm no old lady He cast a circle around the motel bed that night had to hit the kid tied up in the bathroom real hard till she shut up distracting him He said the words slow. under his breath If I find a way back to you through the dark and dawn I'll take it a thousand circles in blood for the boy who doesn't live anymore maybe this is what is meant to be, one final test..
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Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 8:59 AM UTC
Wordplay and part Five
He woke in the vw. Things were getting out of hand there was nothing but silence from the Landlord no comments on his work maybe he was getting to obscure for his own good might start to think he was nothing but a *** criminal That's not right, his ethics preclude that. Love no *** no just killing and causing ******* pain. That put a smile back on his face. Over to his right dogs were barking mad like they were afraid. He followed the noise, down into the concrete flood channel. Dogs were ok Judy wrote that poem about their honesty They don't ***** you over Or let you down. He found the dogs. Three barking at something red. something gutted like a fish. Spread out. He bent over, started to move bits, then frowned. Louisa.. Slowly turning around  he scanned the area. Then left to check Cat on the porch a worried woman in the window Glad for the cat. Someone was playing a game He liked games. Went to an internet cafe logged on saw there was a Poem from a new poet Serial Roadkill read it got it time to get into character We'll see how good you are boy I'm no old lady He cast a circle around the motel bed that night had to hit the kid tied up in the bathroom real hard till she shut up distracting him He said the words slow. under his breath If I find a way back to you through the dark and dawn I'll take it a thousand circles in blood for the boy who doesn't live anymore maybe this is what is meant to be, one final test..
jeremy-wyatt
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Welsh
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 8:59 AM UTC
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