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There was a change machine to my left. And an alogator to my left. What a surprise to see a walking talking man eater. But like so many others it was another disapointing zipper upper man in a suit. I aproached the change machine smothering it with my hip side and groping it with my greasy hands. Fourty five dollars turned into coins. Four dollars and 39 cents of which went towards a soggy hot dog with juicy, artery clogging excrements. Jesus, God Damn. And the rest dispursed among 15 shooter games.
I walked out with eyes like bugs and hands of sore purple and red. Jesus, God Damn. Night time, when the suspisious ambercrombie zomies lurk outside mall doors waiting for a bus or a little lady's blood to suck. Bags weighing their chests down to the floor like hunchback Notrademons. I try to avoid their stagnant hilfiger stench-necks and hastily pase myself to my car.
As I walk in this walk of haste a chilly dog lingers behind. I can only expect him to ask for change or something so worser as a ride. I shout back before he may have space to say a thing, "Sorry man, I lost it all playing tic-tac-toe". And as to be accepted never would he believe me. "Got hit those zombies up over there. They may be visious but they're stupid." He still followed, now at a jog. I ripped the keys out of my pocket with a chiming jingle. "Jingle jangle fuck you! get off! Jesus, God damn."
All the nerve of the crazed. I penitrated the key hole frantically. Just as I opened the door, he tore at my shoe. I knew today would be that day. I had a spare boot (not shoe) in the back, but it would have to do for now. Jesus, God Damn. Escape into the night. Stars are bright while driving with brights on. I was blessed with extra wide periphery sight. Always in the corners of my eyes, I am a witness of twice as much. A ghost outside my window whistles, hovering and spitting of the side of my wipers.
On the highway number three, there stood an elephant maybe fourty feet high, except anorexic and long, thin legged. The traffic swurves around it's colorful (orange mostly) feet. The wind nearly pushes her or it but not him into the sky like a kite, but the wind settles and then doesn't.
I walked out with eyes like bugs and hands of sore purple and red. Jesus, God Damn. Night time, when the suspisious ambercrombie zomies lurk outside mall doors waiting for a bus or a little lady's blood to suck. Bags weighing their chests down to the floor like hunchback Notrademons. I try to avoid their stagnant hilfiger stench-necks and hastily pase myself to my car.
As I walk in this walk of haste a chilly dog lingers behind. I can only expect him to ask for change or something so worser as a ride. I shout back before he may have space to say a thing, "Sorry man, I lost it all playing tic-tac-toe". And as to be accepted never would he believe me. "Got hit those zombies up over there. They may be visious but they're stupid." He still followed, now at a jog. I ripped the keys out of my pocket with a chiming jingle. "Jingle jangle fuck you! get off! Jesus, God damn."
All the nerve of the crazed. I penitrated the key hole frantically. Just as I opened the door, he tore at my shoe. I knew today would be that day. I had a spare boot (not shoe) in the back, but it would have to do for now. Jesus, God Damn. Escape into the night. Stars are bright while driving with brights on. I was blessed with extra wide periphery sight. Always in the corners of my eyes, I am a witness of twice as much. A ghost outside my window whistles, hovering and spitting of the side of my wipers.
On the highway number three, there stood an elephant maybe fourty feet high, except anorexic and long, thin legged. The traffic swurves around it's colorful (orange mostly) feet. The wind nearly pushes her or it but not him into the sky like a kite, but the wind settles and then doesn't.