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so all you guys are probably wondering. why I like blue so mu.. ..wah wah- wait minute... ...hold up please!
his stare all but a 1000 crows, hungry from the hunger, whic they hunted for. at me he ran. his forwardness a tumultuous tide, craving destruction. -and did he not swipe with vengeance, but of strength colored with brite animosity! it was swift, but sweet like a poisonous- what hav you. his sharpness caught the the loose of my shirt. a tear that sung, a slow shred of slim splicing. -and off guard he caught my surprising. he headbunted n headlocked me. with awe of great strength. -and then he thru me into many of days it seemed. ahead of my own liking. as I slid but caught balance. sliding on my knees, leaving trails of following sparks. -and yet.. I stood quik, like a mountain on firm foundation.
he ran towards my girth with full speed- faassst, but light footed. his sword crying n begging for death, without question, reason or purpose. his mouth with foam. how you say the expression- HELL HAS NO FURY.
who was this unknown, silly son of a bitch? -and before I knew it he took leap, but sprung into the unbeknownst. like he dsappeared. THAT'S IT! from my sheath did I not brandish my own sword, my helper, my all in all, my friend, my FUCK YOU... ...!
to be continued
* blue
© gary bell
his stare all but a 1000 crows, hungry from the hunger, whic they hunted for. at me he ran. his forwardness a tumultuous tide, craving destruction. -and did he not swipe with vengeance, but of strength colored with brite animosity! it was swift, but sweet like a poisonous- what hav you. his sharpness caught the the loose of my shirt. a tear that sung, a slow shred of slim splicing. -and off guard he caught my surprising. he headbunted n headlocked me. with awe of great strength. -and then he thru me into many of days it seemed. ahead of my own liking. as I slid but caught balance. sliding on my knees, leaving trails of following sparks. -and yet.. I stood quik, like a mountain on firm foundation.
he ran towards my girth with full speed- faassst, but light footed. his sword crying n begging for death, without question, reason or purpose. his mouth with foam. how you say the expression- HELL HAS NO FURY.
who was this unknown, silly son of a bitch? -and before I knew it he took leap, but sprung into the unbeknownst. like he dsappeared. THAT'S IT! from my sheath did I not brandish my own sword, my helper, my all in all, my friend, my FUCK YOU... ...!
to be continued
* blue
© gary bell
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