Razor Simons was perched on the window sill in his upstairs bedroom, finishing off the last of his cigarette. “Damn him. Why did he have to go and rat on me?” Razor asked himself as he stared out into the darkness. It was the middle of summer and even though he had his t shirt… Continue reading Bruises and Blood part I
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In my Dreams….
scene-1 i went to this guy who was sellin fresh orange juice. n i asked him to make ma glass of juice for my dad,then i decided that i wanted one for myself,so he gave me the 1st glass of juice that he had squeezed out.
tears for the sloth
look to me to save you, your eyes caked with wasted time your cries heard as anger to ears, you want the world but will not lift a finger