Nov 02, 2008 03:09
I'm - slippin around the corners with the shottie
rhythm techs of technique - freakin a flow barrels pour smoke
while bones ash the street
and i sneak
crouched
leaking plasm
phan-tasm
i-spasm - with ma laser rifle
directing a slug to accrue-adieu-anew
and we're through
twisted trail of portraits of corpses