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He enters. A stiff morning jowl can be heard clicking. And, in early grievance, the second man’s clock speeds its ticking. He lies lulling himself (lamenting) while lockjaw bends down, knees cracking. Behind the fold that blinds the floored man a “D” engrained from cigarette ads, After smell of the first’s wafts over. An emphysemic growl is left ringing on the ground; tumultuous hacking kicks in like the cops that reside down in Brixton. Wheeze, hack, and cough, and cough. And cough. (Silence) bearing down from the **** erectus leads Remington to the Clark of the floored man’s pounding chest. Rest, rest; he tries to protest, but the cavalry can’t hear his signs of duress. And now slitting wrists, from inside the veins; the invisible smoker never could be restrained.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
All Tied Up
He enters. A stiff morning jowl can be heard clicking. And, in early grievance, the second man’s clock speeds its ticking. He lies lulling himself (lamenting) while lockjaw bends down, knees cracking. Behind the fold that blinds the floored man a “D” engrained from cigarette ads, After smell of the first’s wafts over. An emphysemic growl is left ringing on the ground; tumultuous hacking kicks in like the cops that reside down in Brixton. Wheeze, hack, and cough, and cough. And cough. (Silence) bearing down from the **** erectus leads Remington to the Clark of the floored man’s pounding chest. Rest, rest; he tries to protest, but the cavalry can’t hear his signs of duress. And now slitting wrists, from inside the veins; the invisible smoker never could be restrained.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
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