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gladiator

you should see her use a gun, she slips her nitpicking in anyway for everyone. more than an occasional hazard, you run the risk of conceiving a bastard. in rememberance of the truth, in memory of the gun, and of the warm sun, and the pain in my side. her sexual comedy from now until enternity, there is no joking moe. a droll spoof of a tragedy of awkard mediocrity performed on the plains of serengeti

rope

he had left a trail of blood that led into the trees, he lay beneath a broken branch face down in the grass, no mason nor bricklayer he but a trowel was in his ass. they found spray paint in his sinus, cotton in his ears, his cheeks showed little slugstyle tracks that dried there from the tears, the morning they found him dead the sun was shining bright, it cast a shadow of the rope that he had tied so tight, the shadow fell across the ground across his filthy clothes, it fell across his shitcaked pants that he wore over his hose