Crow III

"He can't get away with by the time, he gets in front of the

jury he'll be a good boy;" said man one. At a little before

5'oclock he when through the basement. "Yes or no!"

demanded man two bantering humor dry in his throat. "Is

there more than what sh e gave you?" questioned man three

as a growing flicker. Waved across his eyes. "No!" The

space surrounds constitutes a classic climate this happens to now

everyone in the room. You feel traces a dying sound listen to the

time of your life. Standstill panic stricken. Ringing the bells

of a empty houses someone answers and calls you, transfixed by

committed you say "I aint no guillotine" The girl

spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice "what he wants

is in the house" the words hung there for a mo ment.

Bending forward she plucked she plucked the ashes from his

cigarette and said something nobody could understand. Nobody

could understand, nobody could understand. One moment of

irritation you call back "why me?" the vantage point

above the stree t can be exhila

rating falling back to a perspective odyessy. A track of

thunder. Tower lust of decomposed intesity. I am I am I am I

am....

mandado por drico xD