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Date Posted: 22:07:43 01/22/03 Wed
Author: .x.X.criminal.X.x.
Subject: .x.X.how.interesting..X.x.
In reply to: Crux 's message, "†carry your cross†" on 21:22:33 01/22/03 Wed



.x.X.hang me.X.x.

.x.X.sacred.thoughts.X.x.

well well, look at her run. poor thing, she's about to hang and doesn't she know it. yes darling, run, run. wont do you any good. that red stally looks strong, and he's as fresh as me. as for the other, who cares? how interesting. hmm, what should I do? leave? stay? wait? watch? so many choices, alas, all have the same ending, just as this porcelain mare seems to be approching the gallows. she has fourght well - but she was careless and the careless hang early

.x.X.visual.movements.X.x.

slight tos of dial given, frame held still in the shadows. banner flicking carelessly, tendrils hanging softly against curvature, occus pitched forward, nares flared to catch scent of bloodbath. watching as scene unfolds, chassis held still, only movement that of threads. appendages move carmine vixen forward into light, uncaring now of who saw she. occuli drift to mahogany brute, noting jaded form before turning to follow crimson beast and pallid mare. two-beat engaged to follow them at distance, now keeping to tree-line and shadows, coat two-toned between scarlette and shadow, bright lamps watching all and lappets twitcing, dial held evenly as slow pursuit made to best view the hanging

.x.X.audible.sounds.X.x.

why bother speak? there's nothing to say


I plead guilty
Good Sir Judge,
I’m not better ‘n’ trash
Or gray murky sludge.
I plead guilty
To a life of crime,
Oh I know it’s not glamorous
No wonders or wine.
But it fuels my desire
To destroy and kill,
It’s like a game
And ‘good’ guys are nil.
So dare you play
With my rules?
It’s my game
And I get the tools.
Oh I’m gonna hang
That’s assured,
But I am but one
Haven’t ya heard?
There are many more
On the way
They’re all sweet ‘n’ innocent…
Or so they say.
So I plead guilty
That’s all I have to speak,
But I’ll have the last laugh
At the end of the week.
From down below I’ll look up above
And see you fighting more street sludge,
Some will hang and some will not
And in the end you’ll be the ones to rot.

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