Cold wet rain pipes down into a never ending spew of leaves and cigarette butts! the street cleaner man swipes his booty from the moist leftovers of weather tantrums and mumbles past our shop,in his own right he is the street god the cleaner and preserver of all things smokable .No charity for him he is not a bum But a man with dignity a tall man with sunken zombie eyes and a jarring gaze like Rasputin soul is inside him its boring here and some kids were laughing at my shirt.Little bastards !ride on yee bone crushing red dogs of hades!
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