WEBSITE: www.ironystrikes.com
LOCATION: Seattle, WA
RECORDS: 5
LATEST RECORD: over 1 year ago
JOINED: September 15, 2010
LOCATION: Seattle, WA
RECORDS: 5
LATEST RECORD: over 1 year ago
JOINED: September 15, 2010
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Faint grey stripes on his black and white fedora cast by cheap Venetian blinds that came with the office. Gun in the right drawer of his resolute perch of justice and intellect and lung-cancer, resting in darkness ready for another wheeler-dealer two-time sunnuva bitch to come crying through the brushed glass pane door with a sliver of silver screaming, “praise me! Praise you! Praise everything!” and he raises his dry, cracked hands toward the steadily rotating ceiling fan. Dead-eye ditch business rests here in the corner darkness, hiding the keys to the top drawer of the file cabinet and smirking at every cheesy, corny, fake, haunting, dry, or real phrase that drifts past her voluptuous lips. Smooth pallid manila folders strewn across the faux leather surface of aforementioned PERCH OF JUSTICE where the eagles rest and where black clouds are born and where father time dies again and again for sexy young women in smart business attire, clipboards held loosely under their arms like shotguns. And still, cast across his sweet face, the same faint grey stripes as were cast yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, and the day before. And still, girls in fur coats with lusty, angelic voices plead for the death of innocents and the death of people with a cause, and shaking and quivering and hiding their own justice-guns just inside the right pocket of aforementioned fur coats. |
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