Riced Out Yugo
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one day
a boy was walking in the alleyways, a switchblade in hand. he held the knife low, but opened. it was a dusty day. it was always a dusty day, except when it was foggy. the dust and smog was high in the air, you couldn't see past 4 or 5 blocks. trash lay strewn about. a rat was staring down at the boy from a fire escape. the cracks in the concrete had dead grass growing out of them, marred by the endless chloride stains.
his name was a form constant.
he remembers
everything you have forgotten.
Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-02-23 12:59:00
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