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...to whom-ever it was that drove by 33261 christina street about 3:30p and saw me getting out of my car, droping my cell phone, and as i bent down to pick up the scattered entrails of my digital revolver, you must have been blinded by the glare of the mid-afternoon sun, beaming off my bare, white ass...!


yeah...that was me.

to anon...

catch my breath if that ringing's in my ear
hold me close for there's nothing left to fear
taste of sweat and a solitary tear
never made much sense but i made it oh so clear

...no disguise, no lies; standing over here