sweet shit on a cracker. One practice burner, a fine outline and our fucking world gets so bright I swear Jesus himself was powering that electric candle. I think I ran with all I had in me. My chest burnt till all I could do was suck in dirt and cough up fire. My heart pumped battery acid and my veins ran cold. Four fucking vandals, three cops and two city workers danced last night. For all the law's efforts, those four vandals got away. Yeah, son, I smiled that dusty smile at you when you rolled through with your city truck because I knew what you didn't; you can't trap water for long before it finds a way out.
LVPD got son'd last night.
Here's your smiley face, bitches.
= )
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