| Stevie |
| For those of you who don't know me i'm pretty much a nice chap, a little quiet at times, but that don't make me no serial killer...honestly :-) Student, drinker, thinker, reader, poet (occasionally), hip-hop chip-chop groover ;-) and gigolo (when finances are low) And thats about it, except for the stuff I haven't told you. |
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| Captain Majors! - NO!! |
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| "Here's lookin' at you kid" |
| 1930's Gangster A 1930's gangster with 1930's bullets to match, in an alley slumped, clutching his chest, face tight, eye's but slits, arched back. And seeing the darkness upon him whispered loud to a passing figure in a death black coat for forgiveness from the Lord. Each step closer he could slowly smell the breath of a beast, fires in hell. "The path of damnation is your destined course" and with a single cold grey claw drew blood between his eye and jaw so a crimson tear fell. But as that tear ran its course a priest by his side, prayed for this boy of 24 who redeemed his soul by squaring up to an 8 man posse with automatics and all. He'd taken 7 before hitting the floor, a 9th was a kid he'd loved before who took the 8th at his sudden fall. She took him up, and leading him forth to a life of hope beyond this city's walls, he felt his demise and begged her to run. She flooded her eyes, knowing he was right, knowing he would die. Parting with words of "I love you", but not "Goodbye". Her heels clicked and hair flew wild as she cast a glance to her lover's smile before he staggered down an alleyway, where now he lies. A sinner no more, just an ex-1930's gangster with his heart restored. |