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'''In my Owl Mask''' | '''In my Owl Mask''' | ||
I have a good drunk on. Its moonless nights like this I like to prowl about completely naked in my Owl mask. But its early spring and its still chilly. So I have my black cape flapping loosely around my pale nakedness. The mask on my face. Its a very realistic mask of a snow white Owl so it goes well with my palidish skin. Late at night and there's no cars on the road. The closest house is a two story white one with peeling paint and glory that had faded before the hateful red neck family moved in decades ago. I've been in there before and I shall never willingly return. A nasty place nasty people. They have about nine yipping growling barking dogs that follow me as close as the tall fence allows them. I find a dented beer can on the road and I give it a kick with my naked toe. Its full so I scoop down and pop it open. People drive around with beers, tools, kids in the flatbeds of they're trucks and loose em when the turn quick tight corners of fish tail down the road burning rubber and yeee-hawing at four A M. I am kinda paranoid so I wrap the cape around me to hide my genitals. Dogs take on aspects of the owner's personality's and these people are fat greasy shit. The ugliest shittiest folks in the area. I fantasize about lobbing a fire bomb into that old run out house. Hopefully none would get out alive and if any did they would settle somewhere else. They smell like sweat and fat dipped in chemical waste. | I have a good drunk on. Its moonless nights like this I like to prowl about completely naked in my Owl mask. But its early spring and its still chilly. So I have my black cape flapping loosely around my pale nakedness. The mask on my face. Its a very realistic mask of a snow white Owl so it goes well with my palidish skin. Late at night and there's no cars on the road. The closest house is a two story white one with peeling paint and glory that had faded before the hateful red neck family moved in decades ago. I've been in there before and I shall never willingly return. A nasty place nasty people. They have about nine yipping growling barking dogs that follow me as close as the tall fence allows them. I find a dented beer can on the road and I give it a kick with my naked toe. Its full so I scoop down and pop it open. People drive around with beers, tools, kids in the flatbeds of they're trucks and loose em when the turn quick tight corners of fish tail down the road burning rubber and yeee-hawing at four A M. I am kinda paranoid so I wrap the cape around me to hide my genitals. Dogs take on aspects of the owner's personality's and these people are fat greasy shit. The ugliest shittiest folks in the area. I fantasize about lobbing a fire bomb into that old run out house. Hopefully none would get out alive and if any did they would settle somewhere else. They smell like sweat and fat dipped in chemical waste. On past the next house. Nothing to see here, and more dogs barking in the yard. This is the dead hour. Everyone around here is asleep. The chance of a vehicle driving down this street before I get back home is 5%. A sexy dangerous low risk to take. | ||
'''Where the rooms never end''' | '''Where the rooms never end''' | ||
Police Action Life the reality TV show
The tough theme music plays as a cropped hair chubby faced officer is called into action after a long heart warming story about his boy. A high speed chase. Office Roy Porkus calls for the dog officers as he drives fast behind another officer who is chasing the suspect in a flashing perfect white tooth trendy euro style sports luxury hybrid car. Porkus is driving around tight corners but calmly directing the action like a general. Proud Daddy is moving in for a pit ram. "Pit now do it Now!", Screams the authoritarian voice of Roy Porkus and Daddy cop slams the white car. It goes sideways at sixty miles an hour and jumps a curb into a tall chain link fence that catches the cars and turns it over. Porkus is screaming "Put your hands in the air and get out of the car NOW! , The Man seems dazed only giving Roy a blank look from his bloody face. Porkus opens the driver side door and puts the Man into an arm lock, spinning him out of the car and throwing his head into the curb with a loud meaty thud. The Man convulses and vomits but is otherwise unresponsive. Daddy Hero pit rammer cop struts over to survey the damage. He has a grin on his face like you would see on a little kid burning ants with sun threw a magnifying glass. All the officers on the seen are built like bulls. Stocky barrel chests, big hairy arms. Perfect jocks living the good life. Getting the bad guys. This bastard didn't stop for they're random stop. They find a little baggie of grass enough for a couple pin joints Cops are gathered about the Man laughing as he is hauled off into an ambulance. They exchange insults about his race, his face, his name his hair do. Its all over except the shouting when they beat the Man some more in some camera less cell. But Porkus is strutting around like a star. He mentions that he is considering running for President in 2016. He don't play around when he does "What needs to be done to save the Country".
Roll the credits, start the theme song version 2 the hard fast version by popular heavy metal band, Kill Party.
In my Owl Mask
I have a good drunk on. Its moonless nights like this I like to prowl about completely naked in my Owl mask. But its early spring and its still chilly. So I have my black cape flapping loosely around my pale nakedness. The mask on my face. Its a very realistic mask of a snow white Owl so it goes well with my palidish skin. Late at night and there's no cars on the road. The closest house is a two story white one with peeling paint and glory that had faded before the hateful red neck family moved in decades ago. I've been in there before and I shall never willingly return. A nasty place nasty people. They have about nine yipping growling barking dogs that follow me as close as the tall fence allows them. I find a dented beer can on the road and I give it a kick with my naked toe. Its full so I scoop down and pop it open. People drive around with beers, tools, kids in the flatbeds of they're trucks and loose em when the turn quick tight corners of fish tail down the road burning rubber and yeee-hawing at four A M. I am kinda paranoid so I wrap the cape around me to hide my genitals. Dogs take on aspects of the owner's personality's and these people are fat greasy shit. The ugliest shittiest folks in the area. I fantasize about lobbing a fire bomb into that old run out house. Hopefully none would get out alive and if any did they would settle somewhere else. They smell like sweat and fat dipped in chemical waste. On past the next house. Nothing to see here, and more dogs barking in the yard. This is the dead hour. Everyone around here is asleep. The chance of a vehicle driving down this street before I get back home is 5%. A sexy dangerous low risk to take.
Where the rooms never end
Chelli calls. Asks me to come see her. I write down the address and I go outside to my car. A neighbor is standing on the edge of my yard staring sadly at my car. "Did somebody else run into your car? It's sad he says. A fifty something Man with mostly white hair is speckles of early times black slayed here and there. I walk around to the other side. The driver side is partially caved in from my being rammed by a bread truck. But the other side is worse off. I don't under stand how my car can be drive as smashed in as the other side is. But I open the driver's side door and slide inside. After four minutes of churning it starts up and I am off.
In the Woods