Warwick : an account -fan fic
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Warwick : an account
the grimy city yawns its rusted mouth as the sun banishes the smog choaked stars.
the rats drag their slimy coats into the swear as porters hose off the hobo piss
from the sidewalk in the dawn in the distance amoung the park garden and the orange flowers
a slight fey chap tucks his pant into his boot struts off fixing his hair in the reflection
of a car window; the divers side tire's boot locked and the windsheild is littered with
tickets plastered with bird shit. grasping the metal bootlock it melts like silver solder
windsheild tickets flicker in the dawn light as the rustbucket goes humpty dumpty
down the road. Warwick thought it would be a nice enough day until the 50 people
threw themselves off a building. Bursting from the roof of the rust bucket Warwick tears
up a huge tree fling a cloud of debris and earthworms and other crawldads about he
flies into the air boughs reaching to out bodies thumping smacking whalping in midair
collision the wood bust out teeth cracks ribs pierces limbs but everyone lives dangling
from the warwick tree. Squirming in blood soaked misery busted mouths spray out crimson
myst Warwich thinks about infection pathogeins and shundders and looks for a antibacterial
drops after setting the manic crowd down. the disco lights of sirens flash round the corner.
Warwich looks at his shirt and dirty hands and grimices. 'Shit ass, this isn't coming out"
glares at people and shakes head.
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