Fort Twenty

 Fort Worth is soaked. The kids across the street are brazen. The voices skip from the roof across the street and the lower levels and into the ears of two gentlemen. Men whose ears had previously been filled with tales of pain and woe, staggered recovery.

"Wow! Did y'all see that lightning strike?"

The men can't tell if the voices belong to legally imbibing enthusiasts or not, but nubile enthusiasm is the huckleberry of the evening. Thunder serenades.

"Yes!"

And it's big and I am not quite sure but I had a yeah a merger a hat I may bleed in the house and the pipe's in the house and my mom is like cleaning and the siren and the thunder and the dropping of rain and cross necklaces is a guy poodle.

The cops came by early you were here when who was shot that -- whatever give her the phone y'all wanna hear a really bad story? Only if it's horrible.

I didn't know but I kept on going and I was really little and you're a cat killer. Body suit. That looks cool.

You said it. I didn't mean to stop the sediment. No one ever talks about dead carriage wood. Oh my it is great to meet the tea queen. I like the bag.

A car takes a man away a car brings voices.

Keep following her. Eek!

That's a bloody nose and a revved engine. Light flashes just over a right shoulder. Did you know literally he just downed two? Then he just downed more. And he plays it with his mouth.

Party impossible.

Hard to shake to shake that I am not so kind. A month after having a robot my mom walks in the door. The entire family just missed Tom Petty. Well all accept the dead guy.

They charged molded stones. Needless to say my brother is still not looking at that girl.

"Can I see Cleveland's cowboy hat please?"

"Can you hit a badger?"

A another stump sawed low for sitting lightning striking darkened dampened boxcar rattle right through the bones chatter sit a while.





Fort Worth, TX
4/20/12

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