Dark, filmic and gloomy.
Watching you little bastards on the factory roof
out of my sons bedroom.
All perched there as if you're the bees knees, and then boom, like a silent bomb went off
you all scatter at once. Was it an eagle? Or did one of you rats get a fright and the rest presumed it
was for good reason?
See you tomorrow.
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