aiming. Serotonin burger for the gills, push meat in between the sills. Planet made of light, I tell you, thinking of the thin king who rules my 15 hearts.
Locking in. Automatic
From the rooftop.
Give them the 1 through the eye. Another in the blood packet. Wait til you get one too. Return. and give em 1 thru the eye, 1 thru the blood packet 2. w8 u get 1 2 rerun 1 2 eye 1 2 bludpack 2. 81212122.
Alexander’s towel rail taken to the face
in the bathroom of the megamillionaire, paid the intelligence service to buy off your ex-mob-boss. assets all left behind.
“The bastard criminal who sent you on this job has already double crossed.”
A family of glass colliders. Thrilling bullet skin.
of me and the salary-paid-for triangular mesh model.
in the cold wind and rain of a dark night metropolis
a thin laser light shard.
bullet to the busting bloodchest.