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Feb 2014
Night shimmer with a ginned up glimmer.A double palm grip.He bores through my windscreen.
Dead eyed urban zombie.

Chrome flashes.dude hAs,long eyelashes. One face down.my turn comin round. This my friends is  a gangland popper.Wrong place wrong time show stopper.
Who-Bangin
Lead slangin.
Exit 10 East
Transverse colon in the belly of the beast.
One  stop shopping one size
Fits all.
I watch in slow motion as John Doe
Skids ands sprawls.Head buster got im.

Tin Foil wrap or
Rat a tat tat...
I Gotta move.
Real life maybe.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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