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IvoryKeys	Date: March 20, 2005 @ 6:06 PM Its really long but not tipical,like a short strory .Read it I think yall feel it Hollow feelin in my stomach its like this night gave warning ,urging me ta stay home until the safety of the morning . But Im straight up ignoring,and getting on with my night,I should have listen to those voices that told me, somethin just ain’t right. Off with the lights as I exit my crib ,put a flame to a blunt, and up ta my lip.In a deep hit swwhhhhhh exhale, now Im ready for this journey, later to be known as a death tale. Ten steps down off of my stoop, left towards the train, the red line was my route. The conditions that night were as strange as that feeling, it was like the darkness in the sky hung low like a ceiling . I guess a small feeling, of clostraphobia began to set in , like the air was so heavy barley get that blunt ta my chin. Passin cars, striped ta the frame ,a wino holds his bottle , uses a wall for a cane.Think ta myself, such a dam shame,give a polite knod , we don’t exchange names .Sevral strides by ,behind hear a shuffle ,and a raspy unclear voice desrcribe like a muffle .Before I can turn ,the voice calls me by birth, last then my middle, then by my first. Quickly I turn, some what in a panic ,the wino was behind me, wide eyed looking manic. “Listen to me I’ve been given message, god gave me this warning, and suggest that you stress it. Turn around and go back, from the way which you came or several innocent will die, and you’ll be to blame.” Ya whatever son just crawl back in ya bottle ,then go find a grate ,and sleep till tommorow . Two steps backwards, then back towards the train. The voice “says I warned you, and Im not a dam shame.” My head spun, like my neck had a throttle the wino was gone but left was his bottle.Dam that shit was weird ,like the dude read my mind ,take a deep breath, im just high, but Im fine. With my shit back togther I take a step off the curb, in ta the street, a car screeched, last second it swerved. Just missin me, barrels twoards the station .Two women never saw it comin , cause the other way they were facin. That car cut them down ,like a machety ta kane . Again I heard the winos voice sayin “you’ll be to blame”. Look around franticly,and no one was there, my hearts beatin out of my chest and my lungs won’t take air. Ran by the accident like I never saw what just happened , make my way on the train but my heart won’t stop clappin . Sweaty and pale I put my ass on a seat ,not understanding what just happen, upstairs on the street. The doors of the train close as I put my face in my palms , look up ta see three thugs who I know they bear arms. Put my head back in my hands, like if I don’ see them, they can’t see me . There from a rival neighborhood and we don’t hold a tready . Keep my eyes on the floor like two minutes from my stop. Stealthy I peer my eyes in hopes ta see a transit cop. Cause Im not a banger, and I got no gun. And Im in a fuckin train, so theres no were to run. I feel the train slow as passengers move to the doors .If these mutha fuckas see my face they’ll aim ta settle old scores. I step ta the door, disguise my face wit my cap ,pulled low on my dome ta avoid the dirt nap. Face ta the door, thinking ok shhhoo man I made it. Then before the doors open ,I see the wino face wit a grate print. What the fuck, how did he make it hear, my heart resumes its panic and my legs fill wit fear. And before the doors open ,and I can get the fuck off that train ,I see him mouth the words “you’ll be ta blame”. I look back in the train ,back at those thugs who already pulled there heaters they recognized my mug. My kicks are in motion before the door opens, my back to those dudes but I can feel them approachin. The doors start ta slide and I push my way out ,”PINE STREET MUTHA FUCKA “ is heard with a shout. What ya heard next was the claps from there heaters, and spatters of blood cover my Addidas. Fall through the doors, some how Im still movin but two passengers on the ground, from ther head the blood poolin. Speed through the station ta make my escape ,my shoulder bumps that transit cop but he’s a little too late.Back on the street, run for two blocks ,peer back at the station now loaded with cops.What the hells goin on, what the fucks next.Before I finish that thought,a hooker approaches and solicates for sex. She says “Im new in the city, wanna show me a good time”But bustin a nut in this bitch, was the last thing on my mind. Na Im all set, but thanks for the offer ,her exterior was hard but her eyes were much softer.”I got another question, can ya find me some H”In my head knowin,shes in pain, usin those pins to ecsape. I don’t know , left at the lights then up a couple blocks. Im sure ya find some H, in one of those rock spots .So off she went, in search of her high. Still breathin heavy,bent down put my hands on my thighs .My view caught the wall an I suddenly realized .Next ta the painted tags, of names in the game ,in bold red lettering it said “YOU’LL BE TO BLAME”.Back up and runnin ta find the girl wit soft eyes ,knowin the info I’ve just given , will become her demise. Made it ta the spot, as I cased out the seen , searchin through the park, in hopes for that feen. Get a vage glance there near the bleechers ,I spot a red pump and that girls distinctive features. But fuck im too late, she was dead on arrival ,an empty syringe in her right arm,too her left was a bible,. What the fuck I did it again ,drop ta my knees ,and wonder when will this end. So in a show of respect my hands gently close her lids ,my mind starts to reflect on the night,and all I did. Looking around the surroundings I ‘ve wandered way off my path, I know Im somehow part of this, but it was truly gods wrath. Cause that’s what the man with the bottle had said ,I mean the car avoided me, that’s why those two women were dead.And the passengers on the train, that took shots to the brain,had only become victims cause I was in frame. And this once beautiful girl who died so dirty, may be blowin a Jon right now, if I had’nt given her the courtesy .Of telling her where she could escape her reality ,she be alive right now and not part of this calamity. So now my one goal is ta make it back home.To avoid all human contact, and promise forever to be alone. I eventually made it home that night.I have’nt left the house since keep my shades pulled real tight. And over shades blankets ta keep it real dark ,vowed never ta leave the house ,another journey ta never imbark. My hair is gronwn long and my face has got nappy I drink myself ta sleep,and forgot the word happy. I had been slowly decaying for what had seem liked for weeks. I hear a knock at the door and a familiar pattern of speech. I put my eye ta the peep hole ta see who was there . My body fills with hesitation ,do I look, should I dare .Out on my stoop a man stood before my eyes , I recognized his face that bum in disquise. Clean cut and shaven and dress ta the nines . I excpect ta hear the words I had heard all those times. My ears try ta close as I anticapate the words that would follow . Brought back to that initial feeling,that made me feel hollow. I knew the words that were comin would be “you’ll be ta blame” .But instead it was five NOW YOU’RE THE DAM SHAME”… { I silde down the door} THE END
Intergalacti...	Date: March 20, 2005 @ 6:49 PM Bloody hell it is long. I'll read it when I get more time probably tomorow
IvoryKeys	Date: May 5, 2005 @ 6:45 PM anybody!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bruzilia	Date: June 14, 2005 @ 1:00 PM IvoryKeys your one stupid mother fucker ....
IvoryKeys	Date: June 16, 2005 @ 2:33 PM how so

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