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ButcherBelial
ButcherBelial 02 Mar 2013 Tag: Brooding

A The One Hundred Eighty Seven Blues

I got the news, I got the fire, & I am burned on the banality of evil, back in the day when we smoked 'em straight & down in the front to watch the twisting - a vigorish codes our stolen jones, on needful games a stunt or a poke, our beast or creep to blame for flames, break &...

ButcherBelial
ButcherBelial 25 Dec 2012 Tag: Brooding

A Silencer

(alternate title is "Off to the Creepshow") Dark of den & creep, dripping teeth of night. Needling eyes on the prize. Shadows blast from the paper bag flash: on the maw of a muzzle I got the news... the...

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