burning down classes( this contries third world )

by Guocher

Posted to Stories on 2002-02-20 06:26:00

In this fair city of mine, With its silly slums, and beuatiful upper class. Middle town is where the streets are silver, between the rageing war, destruction is revieled trought broken windows, locked doorsand a dead suberban dreams of open barbicue, of loveing comunities. The sea puts a mist and glum over us now in time it shodow killing spree’s and gun fights. Through thge broken down cars and corpse in the districks forgoten.

Hopes and dreams would make most of the people down at that place laugh, cuts all over thier faces from nights of drinking, realities of hate wives left behind children, giult behind the drunken smile. Green army jackets, baseball caps, cheap licker, sea shanties. They are the slugs of society, bottom suckes, sad old men with jogging pants and baseball caps, raspy voices, sad no where conversations.” you know martin? “
” martin up!” bum humor





Geoff


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