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Tired eyes
I was watching the crack heads earlier today
minding their own business;
a mixture of young and old.
A couple of kids on bikes were riding around,
trying the rails for a show off spot.
One went down.
I had envied the peace of the crack heads until then.
That moment when they stood up,
started laughing
and shouting 'faggot'
and the rest of it.
I finished my cigarette and went inside.
Now there is another batch of complaints,
but I'm sticking with that one.
Those cunts have the streets at their disposal
and they still want more.
minding their own business;
a mixture of young and old.
A couple of kids on bikes were riding around,
trying the rails for a show off spot.
One went down.
I had envied the peace of the crack heads until then.
That moment when they stood up,
started laughing
and shouting 'faggot'
and the rest of it.
I finished my cigarette and went inside.
Now there is another batch of complaints,
but I'm sticking with that one.
Those cunts have the streets at their disposal
and they still want more.
Published 23rd Aug 2011
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23rd Aug 2011 5:24am
THUMBS UP... 'Those cunts have the streets at their disposal and they still want more' GD EPIC!
23rd Aug 2011 12:38pm
the sense of your humor and the way to percieve such things and blend with your skills makes me a huge fan of you!
