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TAK, TAK, TAKtaktatatatatatat.... the sound of bullets hissing by is always a relief. The bullets find all types of rubbish and send it into the air with meter long explosions of dirt and bits of the city. Time to move, time to run and move froward. Clutch the rifle close, run, jump, fall behind a wrecked dresser, run, jump repeat sliding out into home base, a section of cover, BOOM, a grenade explodes around me sending finger sized chucks of everything into the air; bits of furniture, discar...

It was 3:AM and I was standing over a body of what appeared to be a twenty something female spread eagle face down minus underwear hanging half over the bed face firmly rooted into the carpet. I nudged the body with the toe of my shoe and said, “What you want me to do with this?” "I called you, I don't fucking know!", exclaimed the night clerk nervously and winced as I nudged the body once again. “These is highly unusual, this is fucked man!” he said as he ran his hands through his hair and l...

She emerged from the black and still. Nude and slick in clad black from waist to head; sickly sweet dull reflections waxing over floating thrills. But I am still drawn to this place, drawn to the old mill on the lake. Dark lips and white oily stained feted eyes. The water is still, leeches fear this place and some had said to hear her hunting shrill. I come here to remember her. Her body was never recovered and an empty coffin buried on old bunker hill. She invites you, singing a slow sweet s...

“So who do you have a crush on, what is he like?” She responded in a perky tone, “He was a junkie, a heroin user, and a squatter for 7 years.” she says and my stomach turns into a knot. She doesn't miss a beat and adds, “He also turned tricks.” She makes it sound like two years of sucking another mans penis for dope is only experimentation. She then goes to say, “‘It’s not what he’s been through, what he survived.” I reply, “Fascinating.” She tells me he shot up in his penis, to hide the trac...