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Busstopgangers
Busstopgangers
Busstopgangers
Busstopgangers
Busstopgangers
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Sometimes a Cowboy is sitting at the bus stopped waiting there for no one sometimes it is the drunk who sleeps there sometimes it is the ganger who stops to go threw his stolen stuff on his way home there was debris all around him he was uncombed hair and Mexican or worse Chinese or Asian there with hair all unbarbered and the bicycle was being worked on standing on its seat it looked like to me he was trying to make it GO somehow it was not doing just what he wanted it to do There was also missing pieces of the clothing from a backpack stolen no doubt from the place where he also took the bicycle from the mind brings up worry and fear in place of wonder the man looked all the world like thunder if it had a place to stay his face devoid of a human expression eye once had a biker walk up to me at the bus stop and he said he would like to pound me and eye asked him why and he said he was on drugs and eye had to actually
leave the bus stop and catch a later tater tot buss. He was so rude and wiped out and stupid to threaten a citizen like that who seldom threatens anyone or wants to even fight a poet a statesman a love a brite lite. Function in a society of a poetical discourser is to remove the hatred placed upon the poor and the worthless lifer.
Space Aged Technology eye just saw another worthless AD on yahoo it said they the gangers was not drunk enough to play so they put Captain Morgan in a can please let him out His men are looking for the Captain of they shippe again the propensities for abuse will make the men go out and kill again to get the money for they juice.
When eye wanted to make a bicycle for the Charlaxandroidsevenone the locals all agreed do not try to keep it here do not lock it to our fence or we will cut the lock and thieve the bike away from you you there you there look away lost falcon the Dove is the only way to fly. Eye do not live in fear of others there but when the eye is not departing on the buss stopped there eye never visit the stopps anymore or less no need to invest in the gangers there they rest a moment's notice just to get the stolen goodies managed in the Tucson twilight zone.
Now eye must be careful not to get angry and frown at my computer screen it may go dark again. The energy that eye direct is mostly used to hunt and peck these words that ewe detect when reading yours the pictures added later for effect the yoyo spinning down the line the top tipped up and spinning on its side the handle pressed on the Spinning one to make it top the gangers rule the city blocks.


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