Dao Ann Slagter
7/12/1994-2/27/2012
rest in peace sweet angel
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Handy with the .22 scoped Rifle........................... a natural, naturally.
at 30 yards the bad guyz dont stand a chance.
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So as I stand there amongst the pinks and their ways I sense a movement to my left.A voice to my right. It whisp3rs something about right now being infinite.The biting bugs are thick today...Then I remember I am sitting at the bus stop, not here amongst the pinks with their walking sticks and gentleman capes, and a fist has struck the bridge of my nose. the sound it makes is a hollow cluck. some one lets off a mini firework starburst inside my brain and I feel wetness on my mustache...I look down for a split second and notice drops of red paint on the floor and on my shoe..or maybe it is my blood..
gave the bridge of my nose a cute little distortion..I think.. Im sure it wasnt there before.Time has a way of doing that to old events,what's 20 years if it was last night?...time...how it contorts and distorts...Or maybe this whole situation is distorted and the pinks can sing about it when they arent sleeping or coke snorting.
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before and after
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its about time! I complained as they walked in the door carrying chinese take-out. I sat on the carpet with my coloring books and crayons. I traced around the faces, stayed in the lines mostly.The radio was telling no one in particular something about doo wop bee boop.On a day like this when my periwinkles and salmon pinks dont get all burnt sienna on me I feel like a 40 ounce king.
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root down ......................................................................flash and ps 2006
lost another hand
to the
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October 7, 2001 till present ...
At least _ _ _,_ _ _ people have
been killed in Afghanistan and Iraq
since the U.S. and coalition attacks, based on lowest credible estimates.
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look now
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Montanee...................................... ..................................october 2010
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pyoom!!!.............................................................................pscs3 on found image
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And then came an announcement
like a great noise.
The sound was heard by all and at once oily showers blackened the sky.
And the people wailed and ripped at their skin because everything the rain touched was molested darkly.
It came to pass on the last day of the rains that a figure appeared in the middle of the song and night lasted till the end of time.
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Mi Abuelo 96 years young..........................................................august2010
The Double Dagger
the good within the bad
the bad inside the good
they come together as one
once upon a time not long ago
~
With little care for the future.
time with its looped fashion.
so classic.
what was once in a time
is now the same,
but a little blurred like light aura ,a dirty halo
with edges faded and slightly torn.
multiple image upon image some less transparent than others.
some over lap and others are out of synch.
the views are played out
and the viewers walk about.
day in and day out.
the more it all goes in step,continous,
the more it remains as it always was.
an old sound carries across these halls,
it moves across the wide with emptyness.
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on a rainy saturday towards a show........................................april08
cant now tell you how it went...couldnt say what happened that night, it is a blur at most
5:37
time the clever
who wraps around
and intertwines with action
and plays with great delicacy
the many notes heard over again
is time which must be served
like a selfish maniacal god
but this one cares not for praise
the viewer simply is the feather caught in a draft falling down and away upon an endless cliff
mi cuarto por la playa
the stranger you see everyday
the people you interact with regularly
were all there forever.
all played a role in your time loop
in one capacity or another they have always been there.
some have played very intimate roles in your lives always.
the neighbor or face you see each day
the person who catches your glance you have seen many many times over before.
if you want to think of it as before and after.then you have been here before and you will be again after.
time with its looped fashion and all.
you do remember that face ,you have seen him/her before.
not now but before elsewhen.
freak freak yall......5:37.........................piece book from back in the day
we used to run towards the buses like wild dogs
and rocked the casbah .one after the other and on and on arms flail in def maneuvers:backpacks and baseball caps.packing paint straps with fat cap bullets and flat black do its:driver side all windows
grill and windshield..insides black box rooftop body rock scribe meanstreak uni testor..the rtd hisses and kix up grittycitty dust,she radiates heat and the idle rumble gives the illusion of a mechanical grumble coming from within.multicolored movements all around.and the adrenaline rush is the addiction.super heavy duty dope wildstyle inscriptions.
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there was a time
when we danced and laughed
and loved so loud our downstairs neighbors protested
what do they know
what did they know
and some years passed
and we went our seperate ways
yet here i sit on this very hour
and on this very day
thinking of you
and loving you from afar
and i never did stop
because
just
because...
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9th 2009 12:00:49 PM
9th 2009 03:10:00 PM
10th 2009 06:39:57 AM
11th 2009 09:53:19 AM
12th 2009 03:01:30 PM
13th 2009 03:01:17 PM
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~I JOIN SMOKEY IN HIS RIGS CAB
HES JUST COPPED A CRUMB.
THE CAB OF AN OLD BIG RIG THAT SMOKEY CLAIMS IS HIS ,IS HIS SOMETIME SHELTER,HE SLEEPS IN THERE OFTEN MOSTLY UNDISTURBED
THE DIRTY SIDE STREET IN WHICH THE RIG IS PARKED IS HARDLY TRAVELED.
IT IS THE BACK END OF OLD ABANDONED STORE FRONTS ,A BURNED DOWN CHECK CASHING PLACE AND 2 AUTO REPAIR GARAGES.
THE SURROUNDINGS ARE DESOLATE IN COMPARISON TO THE FRONT SIDE OF THE STREET
WESTERN PULSES WITH TRAFFIC...
~THE CURVES OF SMOKEYS CAB ARE 1970ISH
OLD YELLOW PAINT JOB
ENVELOPED IN OILY SLIME/GRIME
THICK DUSTY WINDSHIELD WITH OLD WINDSHIELD WIPER EFFORTS STILL VISIBLE
DUST,
ANONYMOUS LITTLE PAPERS
RAGS
TRINKETS
A TATTERED BOOK
CASHEW SHELLS
SMOKEYS RANK SCENT PERMEATES THE AIR
.
HE ASKS ME TO LOOK AWAY BUT THE WORDS DONT SINK IN UNTIL HE REPEATS HIS REQUEST THIS TIME WITH ANGER AND URGENCY IN HIS EYES..
I TURN AWAY AND LOOK AT MY REFLECTION IN THE WINDOW
CLIK,CLIK,goes the lighter
SIZZLE,SIZZLE goes the crack rox
(INHALE)
FIDGETING...
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Son of Methods...............................................................................3D Studio Max
~In the early summer of '83 on the last day of my Christian Indoctrination school,I saw a crowd of kids form.I walked towards the crowd and saw a guy in the middle of it,some one I had seen almost daily in school.He was "pop-locking",doing robotic type movements,mime type dancing,every one was fixated on him,his rhythmic dance steps were awesome,then another kid joined in and a third,each one with a new move.
~When the crowd dispersed I followed the older one and asked him what that dance he was doing was called,"break dance" he told me."What type of music do you listen to when you dance that?"I asked wanting to know as much as possible about what I had just seen.He told me to turn my radio station to the am channel and turn the knob all the way to the right and Id hear it,he said Id know when I heard it..
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Way Citron posted up @ Hobo Island Second Life............................Seta Scribe alt
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~In the time it took for the tumbling coin to drop on to the floor
she had let out her final breath
"heads" whispered the walking man
with a smile wicked
this was a game he always won
and here he was again playing it for the hundredth time or was it thousandth
oh he knew exactly but liked to play at forgetting
every one must have his day and the walking man gave you yours
tonight on a lonely walkway
it is cold or so and a dog barks in the distance.
`Blood is dripping from her nose
a light is on now
the walking man feels the chill on his face
his eyes blink and sting
perfume and cigarette wafts in a gust and he vomits all over the woman in front of him
and he realizes he is gripping her tightly around her neck
he tosses her dead body with such force against the walkway wall that it chips the stone there and the thud of the woman's body makes him gag
~Here he is again and he awakens from the nightmare another night
his pants are warm and he realizes he has pissed himself
"run"
he stumbles backwards and falls on the damp snow
~He doesn't remember getting here like every other night
he doesn't know where he is but knows exactly how to get back home
its as if the correct way home is shown to him something is guiding him tonight like every other night
When he is finally home and sleep arrives he dreams of green stretches and of different times
Mother and Child.......................................................................................................‡
"the way of now is the
real form of how
things are
and for things to go far
they must first begin"
what is the semigod
is it 5 with 3 se7ens?
or a 7 with a two and 4?
.
encased within the viewer is the answers of
time and all of its secrets
mostly internal but can be drawn out to the external
thru encantations and devices and ingested keys to doors
long locked shut.
espebrand (detail).................................................................... flash and photoshop
what began could not be ended
for the end was the begining point and to end meant to
start it all over.
the loop of procession
caught in a cycle
..
time is here and now for me to walk towards the plank
and maybe just maybe and because... I will jump off with wings
and if the fair wind catches my voice I shall be back with a greater new.
~packed up and ready to roll~
The inspiration for this work I would say overwhelmingly has to be the unknown.The riddles that exist that have no answers.Things hidden,tucked away towards the very back of memory.
البرق والمطر سفينة فضيه تشاهدنا من موطنها في السماء
the collective thought pattern is corralled through a super computer,shaped into a living being named son.the being is the living thinking embodiment of the connection between every single cell.once corraled it can be treated as if it were one and reactions to our stimuli alerts us on how we can better treat son.when he is ill we can inject the antidote real time through our multiple means of info trans. into the collective.past test subjects have shown favorable results for us.
five third sietes
724º
~secretos hablan~.......................................................................................
~I DREAM OF HURRIED THINGS
AND WINGS NOT MADE FOR FLIGHT
FUSED TO THE SKIN OF SHAPELESS BEINGS AT NIGHT
AND CREVICES NEAR PRECIPICES
AND UPON THE TIME OF WAKE
I WAKE UP AND SHOWER IN RECYCLED
REJECTED
INJECTED ANTI DEPRESSANT
INFESTED
FLUORIDATED
VACCINATED
WATER.
I FEEL FULLY CLEAN AS I LATHER ON THE GENE ALTERING GOOP.
GET EVERY NOOK
DON'T MISS A CRANNY AND REPEAT AS NEEDED (ON A LOOP)
SPLASH
AND THE HOTTER THE TEMP THE BETTER IT WENT
INTO MY SPONGE-LIKE SKIN.
(AS A KID I SAT IN IT AT NEAR OUCHY HOT DEGREES,TILL THE WATER TURNED COLD.AND THE POISONS DID THEIR TOLL)
I BRUSH MY TEETH WITH POISON PASTE POST HASTE AND 3 TIMES A DAY IF I CAN HELP IT
(WHEN I MISS A BEAT I HAVE TO CHEW ON MY ASPARTAME DELIVERY SYSTEM.
I WOULDN'T WANT TO OFFEND ANYONE)
I GARGLE WITH TOXIC LIQUIDS.
SPLERRIFIC.
I SPLASH ON SOME GENE BENDING MIND MELTING
CHEMICALS TO BE SCENTIFIED AND GLORIFIED
AND ROLL ON SOME ALUMINATED ALZHEIMER'S FOR MAXIMUM WETNESS PROTECTION.
WHEN I AM THIRSTY I DRINK LIQUID CANDY OR LIQUID CHROMOSOME DESTROYERS
AND WHEN I AM HUNGRY
I CAN CHOOSE FROM
HORMONE/ANTI VIRUS
OVERDOSED CHICKEN (FRIERS)
MAD COWS CANCEROUS
FISH,PORKFLU SANDWICHES
==when i worked on the farmer john mural with phil and aj I SAW A SOW..ONE WITH THE SLOBBERY MOUTH AND NOSE AREA ...WITH THE BUCKLING AND CRIPPLED MOVEMENTS.... IT WAS ALL "BLLAHHYYGGFFFRRRTTTT"....
ON TV I AM BOMBARDED WITH LIES
UPON PROPAGANDA WITHIN LIES AND FANTASTICAL LIES BEING
TOLD BY LYING LIARS WHO DON'T KNOW THEY LIE
BECAUSE THEY MUST BELIEVE
(SOME/ MOST GET MAIL THAT IS COLORED BLACK)
LOTS O' SKELLETINS
SOS EASY TO GET A SPELL ON 'EM
MY CELL PHONE GIVES MY BRAIN TUMORS.OR SO GO THE RUMORS..
I AM PLUGGED IN AND READY TO GO WITH THE FLOW
AS THE CANCERS GROW
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"Cuete Yeska Love Stories 2 The Notebook" .......................................cd art work
♦
DOGFACE SLEEPS IN THE SAME STREET
ABOUT 20 FEET FROM SMOKEYS RIG
. HE HAS MADE HIS HOME IN A SMALL STEEL MESH CAGE.SLIGHTLY LARGER THAN A HALLWAY CLOSET.
THE MESH CAGE IS SITUATED IN A GARAGE AREA THAT IS BEING USED AS AN AUTO BODY REPAIR SHOP.
I BELIEVE THE STEEL CAGE IS WHERE THE MECHANICS KEEP OR KEPT OLD RIMS OR BREAK DRUMS,I WONDER WHY THEY ALLOW HIM TO SLEEP IN THERE...ALTHOUGH HE IS GONE BEFORE THEY OPEN EARLY IN THE MORNING ...I WONDER WHY THEY DONT THROW OUT HIS FILTHY BELONGINGS..
DOGFACE HAS PADDED THIS CAGE WITH WHAT LOOKS LIKE SLEEPING BAGS AND BED COVERS,BAGS,ETC.
HIS "BEDSHEETS" ARE SO SOILED THAT THEY HAVE ALL TAKEN A BROWNISH OILY DARK TINGE TO THEM.
EVERYTHING AROUND HAS ACQUIRED THAT DARK OILY FILM.
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Blood & Cum....................multimedia collaboration of Philip Slagter and Eddy Millan
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logotype for ESPEBRAND.......................................................................rock~rock
5
3
7
all packed on the early morning of my tomorrow
ready for the unseen step
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7:24 pm......................................................................on the way out for some HFCS
in the summer time and move and a groove spilled forth a phone tone
hang up a real bang up i tried to phone home
into the future
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acrylic painted converse high tops..............chuck taylors Ben Wolf photography
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and once again when the leader was brought down
by a golden bullet
the people mourned his fall
and the usurper stepped in gracefully and took the leaders place
to enact all that was necessary for the downfall of their land
which was what was planned all along.
and in the days when the metallic carriages,with their guns and fire raced through our streets,not one of us could speak in protest.
our voices were hollow and fell away easily
we learned early on that the loudest amongst us was immediately silenced
and curfews and electric fences to corral us
and a new sound to penetrate our minds
there came a time when we were no longer human.
love is not found here and now.
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locked up rustoleums.....................................................let 'em out,let 'em out
when the counting of the transfer into the now is over
there will begin the travel but for now it remains as it
was and is.
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hotasfuck on violet .................................................................................summer'10
when the cycle is noticed,
when the continuous round is perceived,
it is at this moment when time is savored as it is
the perceiver can not at the same time
be a believer ......there comes a disconnect.
the illusion of advance
is so clever
that it is best to sleep through it mostly.
roles are played out perfectly
my role is played out to its natural course.
it is of nature.
.
τ:=
when the day is no longer
and i wander in wonder
through places
made of things black.and under
a hollowed out tree i met you
and the heavens cried out in thunder..
after the noon i walked there and the sun was on my back
and after that it went black
and it did never come back
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watcher..................................................................................flash animation
.5thr33Seven.
~CONFRONTATION ON THE CORNER OF WESTERN AND GAGE
ONE OF THE BUMS..IVE LONG FORGOTTEN HIS NAME...
IS YELLING AT DOGFACE
SAYING
YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YOU RAPED THAT GIRL YOU A RAPIST YOU RAPED THAT GIRL LAST NIGHT!!
DOGFACE YELLS BACK "SHUT UP OLD PUNK" "YOU JUST A PUNK"
I ASK THE NAMELESS BUM WHAT HAPPENED AND HE TELLS ME THAT DOGFACE RAPED SOME LADY THE NIGHT BEFORE IN SOMEBODY'S FRONT YARD...ALL THE TIME LOOKING ACROSS THE STREET TOWARDS DOGFACE DOGFACE SCOWLS AND STARES TOWARDS US AS HE PUSHES HIS BUGGY AWAY HIS ONE GOOD EYE AIMED STRAIGHT AT US LIKE A LASER BEAM
THE NAMELESS BUM IS REDDISH IN APPEARANCE HIS EYES ARE LIGHT COLORED AND HIS HAIR IS TINGED WITH LIGHT SMACKINGS...HE IS ALSO COVERED IN STREET SLUDGE.
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photoshop still for Eriq's animated music video "Sexy"..................Flash animation
Eriq "Sexy Remix" ft. MC Magic, Monteloco & Don Cisco full flash semigod animation.
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~"The way of now is the real form of how things are and for things to go far they must first begin" said the Cart-man as we walked along the gated walls of the citadellia.
He spoke of a journey that began tomorrow and is near to end yesterday.
In other words,lastly the journey started when it ended at first."The road we were on was correct on a level but there are many levels to this trip...our calculations were off at first and when the occurrence was seen it was all about ..”
"time" I answered for him
he went on as he did without care of the rot around us "if you could take your thought-mind and send it off to Vicarious on a boat of luminance and allow it to swim near one of the time dead spots...you know like on the vocals at the base,the ones from first lesson Zed?...you could in essence experience this and that at once!"
A starcross flew above us announcing and dictating once again. Its pulses rippled at the sky..."--TIME...GIVE NOW AND FOR ALL..”roared the faceless voice within the flying vessel ..This timelet of day,the second moment of daylumin,was always crowded in this section of the citadel..the work shifts were rotating,replenish trucks and drink cans were everywhere...the smell of burning meatware drifts with the exhaust from the machine plants.The perfume of Work Area Cainon at second daylumin and again at 6th evenaught. “..WAYS TO THANK THOSE WHO DO..”some of the workers looked up in fear,their non-eyes fixated towards the heavens. Others looked down in shame glancing up quickly every now and then. Most ate their meats.
the starcross moved coldly above the populace in a grid like fashion.
“...EVIL IS THE WAY..this time the sides of the starcross showed the face of the Inter-Alcate,pixelized and digitized on large panels... FOR THOSE WHO SHALL BE CAST ASIDE...THERE IS NO--"
the soundfull wonder flew southways methodically cleansing the soiled mass...the vessel traveled towards the Center till I heard it as a mere metallic whisper
all the while the Cart-man remained speaking
"if we leave now and speed off on a light ship to this very instant did we leave?... These things are one and the same."
"It happened and not" I agreed,
An alloyed mongrel picks at something on the side walk across from us..is it a doll?
The more we walk along the more he speaks in a manner that makes me feel as if I am floating in fat lazy layers of light and time folds into itself...he has a way of doing so but I think he is no more aware of it than time is aware of us.
"There is something to this", I replied at nothing in particular
I could see the walls around us with their slutty stains...dripping with the sour familiarities of the vermin. Slogans of bravado and propaganda medias.
The Cart-man was named Alit Yarrison but He is the Cart-man and this is of upper most importance to know,He wears a smoothified top hat and white gentleman gloves, the kind the Alcate wore the night of his assassination. His blood red velvet coat glows in the outersphere here.
His duckbill shaped mouth is wooden like most Cartmen but his is made from old wood from the Round Forest,a white mark near the middle of his lips shows he is in remembrance,a chip near the front of his top lip, from "his 12th power great grand-fadrentarian" he would tell anyone he caught looking at it for too long.
Some thing in his eyes said that he had seen some thing most are not to see
He could dictate like the best programmer of thought if he chose but it was easier for him to speak in fangled fables and twiddle daddled moshwords
"..in a circular yet twisting shape the emptiness travels so momentous that time is swung this way and that way ...a masterful dancer can guide time ...the faster the movement the easier to hold on to and direct her..I tell you what of it,the first moment we opened the doorway of the spiral we received a coded message...from our futural selves!" he chuckled the last word ,his chuckle became a loud crackle,the workers near us looked over and glanced away quickly.
his laughter died off and we walked for a third of a moment in silence if you can call the second moment of daylumin in this part of the citahd silence.
we neared the Westward Fence and signaled for the watch-hand,
this part of the citadel was always empty except for the vermin.7 moments we walked to reach here.The sun was nearing its departure and its voice rang out blanketing every wall and barrier,every turret and walkway,in an orange so splendid we shielded our eyes.
~
I look up randomly at the clocks and they say my magic number more times than can be called a coincidence. you do too.
at the hive...........................................................................E.MILLAN
Q
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~I SAW A DRUNK BUM GET HIT BY A CAR ONE NIGHT
I WAS WALKING TOWARDS THE ENTRANCE OF THE LIQUOR STORE FEELING JAZZY WITH DOGFACE ON MY RIGHT
THIS NO NAME BUM WALKS OUT OF THE LIQUOR STORE HOOPING AND HOLLERING DISSATISFIED WITH LIFE AND HIS MISTREATMENT INSIDE THE STORE..HE WALKS RIGHT THRU THE MIDDLE OF ME AND DOGFACE CURSING AT NO ONE IN PARTICULAR...ME AND DOGFACE JUST DISMISS HIS DRUNK ANTICS AND HEAD TOWARDS THE ENTRANCE OF THE STORE...4 SECONDS LATER A HORRIBLE SCREECH OF RUBBER TIRES IS HEARD BEHIND US...I LOOK BACK JUST IN TIME TO SEE THE BUM GET THROWN IN THE AIR LIKE A USED RAG AND BENT OUT OF SHAPE IN THE AIR BY THE CARS FENDER.,..WITHOUT THOUGHT I RUN TOWARDS THE BUM AND STARE AT HIM...HIS BODY IS MANGLED AND BENT IN IMPOSSIBLE WAYS ...I HEAR A GURGLING SOUND EMIT FROM HIS BROKEN THROAT...I SEE THE REFLECTION OF THE STREET LIGHTS ON HIS BLOOD WHICH HAS NOW PUDDLED THE ASPHALT...I LOOK TOWARDS DOGFACE AND SEE THAT A CROWD HAS GATHERED AROUND THE LIQUOR STORES GATE...I AM THE ONLY ONE AT THE BUMS SIDE AND THAT SNAPS ME BACK TOWARDS REALITY... I GET UP AND WALK AWAY FEELING EUPHORIC AND TASTING TRAUMA SETTING IN....I WALK TOWARDS DOGFACE
2 MINUTES LATER THE AMBULANCE HAULS THE SHATTERED BUM AWAY
LATER ON HE LAUGHS "YEAH I SAW YOU DIG IN THAT NIGGAS POCKETS TRYNNA GET HIS SHIT"...EVEN THO ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS GET A CLOSE UP LOOK ...I LIE TO HIM AND SAY "YEAH YOU KNOW I HAD TO SEE WHAT WAS UP"
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The Double Dagger
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