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at about 10:30 am (1030 military time), the driver of a black vw sedan lisence plate bvh-4565, got into a shouting match with the driver of a blue toyota lisence plate cty-8142. driver of the vw was a black male, 6', balding, shaved head, wearing a yellow jacket & orange shirt. driver of toyota was a black male, 5'10", shaved head, wearing a blue suit. the driver of the toyota walked off towards brooklyn college campus, while the vw driver stayed around, double parking, occasionally blocking in the parked toyota, walking in & out of burger king. at aproximately 10:45 (1045), the vw driver took out a thin metal tube (possible a car radio antenna), & broke the passanger side mirror of the toyota. he then drove off, but returned after about 5 minutes before driving off again. (they always return to the scene of the crime, eh?) earlier in the week, somebody who tried to rape one of my co-workers was in the store, as well, but was gone by the time the cops got here (or i even had any idea what was going on, why she was hiding behind me.) my oh heavens me. its always something around here, isn't it!
while i'm lying in ruins under the bed-spread, she comes in asking what that bitter smell is. i'm an ashen silhouette fallen face down from the firmament, alligator ancient, but the windows are sitting their exhaling their looking-glass foes against me. bones rattling like a piano whose wires have been clipped. cloistered in the room with all the terrors torn out of heaven with me, when the cancer mordicai was excised. all those brine-coloured things, those brakish things of this world & that. the haunting of those with one foot on each bank of the river styx. eyeless cavefish, blind to the war; fucking useless barnacles on my psyche. weighing me down with loss & hurt & phantasmagory. but let me tell you, partner; a cowboy dressed in black sure gets lucky when the little lady sharp-shooter slips into bed with him. i'll be clyde barrow if that is the pay-off, the black bag filled with money. lets not get our black bags mixed up though, darling- i've got my whitechapel jack tools in the other. along with my nautical apparatus.