Those two had it out for the world together
they ohhhed and Ahhed each others explosive explatatives
of building leveling hobbies
How there children would reek havoc on the Norms and Anti
Chaos Ranks
-Blasting Zone Trespass at yer' own Risk tattooed on her thigh that was Mel
vs the way others saw it happen.
The night had that stale air,it hung on me like a mildewed blanket.Had I not had biz' here I would be in a dive bar running up a tab.
Every shadow that moved caused me to tense for springing from between the garage bin and a construction site perimiter fence.I had chosen the location because the developement and remodling left two houses on the block with residents elderly couples that would only rise early if their house was on fire.
This was the path that My Nemesis traveled habitually,the one spot that he would be isolated and vunerable .I tied an E string to a pole at the height of a bicycle riders neck then stretched it across the road
with the string wraped around a jig pole and waited in the rolling fog my heart pumping in a drone like vacuum.
Then in my perifial vision I saw the familiar flash of yellow on blue
followed by the gray of his troll like beard.and the glint off his shyster
spects.with a practiced motion dating back to my miscivious youth,I tugged and swept in the same motion grazing first his fore arm enough to start him in a "spider web suspicion "when his hand lifted from the handle to investigate the source of the string it was with continued motion that he went down first from the loss of balance
and then mid way the combined fall ,and recoil from the taut line his bike rested off to his right.
I am glad I hasitated at this stage of the plan...once I emerged from my spot to assess his condition a yard keeper pulled up to the elderly couples home.I strolled over to him and knelt so I was in his blind spot and spoke more for the on looker then him .
"Are you okey?Do you need an ambulance?"
Then I saw that the string had gashed a fillet from his shoulder and cheek I his fall had compound fractured his right wrist because the string kept him from planting his hands to distribute the fall.
Had their been no Sunday Traffic I would have put him out of his misery with a piece of rebar that I had salvaged from the convient site.As it turned out I had to wait for the next time I dreamed of such wonderful options.The alarm clock left me with no time to wait for the landscaper to leave.
The subject is 6'5'
the subject has a pale paper thin upper derma
a spook to fly about your life
cast away from this mortal realm
dependent on notional thoughts
lingering projections
I can stir a ghost...
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A year to the day later and I still like this little verse :)
Sister X Raised her large family by her self her mother was a lush.
She raised them since she was twelve her oldest brother motivated her to go to school and she mantained above average GPAs.She was seperated from them at the age of 17 so her younger brothers and sisters went to foster homes and as soon as she got to hers she was struck in the head so she ran back "home",a senior handy man that lived ubove his shop garage gave her a place to stay as long as she went to adult classes.He taught her the spirituality of the catholic faith not the religion ,he was a defrocked priest before he was a handy man he taught on purgatory which was a big no no.So that is how she learned about the faith when the old man died she went to the funral and met a nun who told her of the convent and she joined only to be singled out for her flares of "tainted doctren she was sent to a mission where she started doing what she became instict...she raised other peoples children while they managed their life through this she had brushes with the CPS workers.They offered her a job and she excepted only to quite after the system showed bias and sway.She began studies into the system and those who rely on a flawed system to avoid rehabilatation.She networked with ministries to have access to inmates she networked with doctors to have access to victims.She sets here sights on an unredemable person and that person would be best to commit suicide ...which they sometimes do...her refrals get people out of life sentances.
Alex Robinson a splash in the comic art world that has the real element nailed down.He doesn't need all that super hero
power stuff (he can though)he uses real world form and he rocks it like a novel.I couldn't put down this collected works book until it was done and then I went looking for another fix.
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