Needles of rain spiked down occluding the neon signs which were offering the gamut of wares; ranging from cheap anonymous sex to high cost fine dining. A trio of hunched bodies under a nearby stoop alternately retched spasmodically and tore at their gums with long yellowed clawlike fingernails. A tall thin shadowy figure drew on the strings of his hoodie in tight, paying the living dead little heed. Customers; in an indirect manner all the same but business is business. A quick inventory of pens, then our man continued on his way. You can’t get by on the streets without having at least a hint of the score and anyone in the game of dreck had spilled enough red and pink upon the pavement to ever worry for any trouble. A reputation for brutality is indeed the best offense. Faces passed by in the crowd and lips shaped silent words but null was heeded as the man moved upon his mission. A man on a mission is a nigh immobile object, hellbent on content; the man moved his way through the masses with the grace and finesse of a jungle feline on the stalk. The giggles and jeers of the whores were downstorted into a common drone along with the majority of the street traffic. A massively obese drag queen attempted to pitch a trick but immediately turned the other way once her distorted pupils focused on the face beneath the hood. (43,069)
Failures ring along my spine The haunts of endless fruitless time Love sought wrong life devoured Innocence lays torn bleeding deflowered
Holes form scars upon my hands Anything more to not have to stand However you do it wherever you go Get there whatever way you know
Defeating earths gravity by chemical means Reality guises those unmentionable unseens Lords of This World ruinous intent A Plague of Angels they have sent
On the nod again please not again GG Allin died from this sin One hand a needle the other a spoon That disfigured claw The Hand Of Doom
Tranquilized mind and frame contorted A blessing I say for those souls aborted Abolish my psyche make me feel The need to revel in something real
Feeds my impotence brings no releif Conception is the initial grief Push the Button begin the end After Forever begins again
Killed my time like killing a child Done ever in the VEIN style Seeking the unsought everything Always madness touching something (32,506)
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