and then a piece of thundering under
the concrete made him sick
three weeks OK Ill just
get my crayons
and crackers ...
sounds um atrocious
three weeks ...
draining ha ha ...
apparenlty I've shagged
people that i didn't even know about ...
and my imaginary friend from the CD
really came to life
thats the last time I sit in the steering wheel
you don't always say ...
it was an irresistible impulse
built on a violent past
the department is humiliated
he begins to piece together a pattern to the murders
they stumble upon another suspect and
beat a confession out of him
the fear in the fantasy
flickering windows and
clattering lights
00.01 7.03.13. misc draft
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