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Brian McGettrick |
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For Truth, Justice And Anyway I had gotten a bike, sliver with black pads and the apartment block we had just moved to had a series of criss crossing connected narrow pathways and then I was the Jedi knight on his speeder bike battling the empire who was personified in the bully (and everyplace has one) who wore mirrored sun glasses and carried nunchucks, he looked like a perverse parody of CHIPS but of course I never told him this. the place was not bad and had some greenery however I remember planning my escape route via the rough barked perfectly symmetrical tree outside my window that seemed within reach but if attempted would have lead to nothing but a fall to serious injury. back then as I walked in on the the feasting nocturnal birds I did not realize it was a trap nor was there those that had yet to be sprung. Barking Mad Love like the mundane insane dog in every street it barks loudly at everyone passing from behind a gate or fence and you jump every time it gets you you jump and this becomes the thing you what to kill, strangle and see the life leave it because of your own hands until one day you are passing and there is no loud barking or craziness only the small padding of it's feet on the concrete towards you and then it sniffs your ankle and walks away. [Index] |
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Thunder Sandwich #26 - Summer/Fall 2005 |
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