Dat MacNcheeze mo' drip scriptA Story by The Unknown Sith...a bad a*s, with a type cast, in a black mask, killed by a man in a white hat, aside a fat short guy in briefs, who didn't bring a gun, but does bring comic relief...:For whoever this is for: Foreshadow, before I was born. My mother was a w***e. My father was shot dead leaving a liquor store. -Or- I was a test tube baby, scrapped up from a jizzhut from the late 80's. I was created for quick cash, by a one armed man in an orange body cast. Eitherway, the best part of me ran down my daddy's leg into the crack of my mamma's a*s. I was a b*****d child sent to live in the wild. I was found and raised by wolves. I hid from an apocalyptic world accompanied only by a seemingly distant goth girl. I only returned to steal, kill, and watch it all burn. At 18, my rap sheet was longer than me. I didn't know a prison that could hold me. My motto was "don't do drugs...without me." By 21, I was walking down the street shooting people that I meet; a fully loaded Tommy gun. At 30, I was a leader of a crime syndicate. I was surrounded by cereal killers, bloods & crips, num chuck swinging fools, and chicks with Ak-47 big bouncing tits. Now 35, I am one of the FBI's top 5 wanted dead or alive, for crimes against humanity. Now cut to this: I sit, bleeding smoking on my wood tip black-N-mild cigar in the back of my shot up engulfed in flames, but never exploding get away car. I just gotta laugh because I know when I die I will be buried face down, so the whole world can kiss my sexy bad guy a*s! Thee end. ....It only took me 30 seconds to know he was the one as I watched bullets bounce off him from the police officer's standard issued gun..... ...she hides behind teary eyes that only know of abuse and salty lies. She dies a thousand times as she follows the white powder lines. The mirror reflects only disrespect from everyone she ever met. She doesn't dream anymore. Those are gone like the roaches to a suddenly illuminated floor.... ...somehow the nuclear explosions didn't hurt me. I guess I stayed clean when I hid in mom's washing machine. Now I guess it's up to me to rebuild humanity... by that dripping mac-n-cheeze mo' sith Ps: "don't touch the hair!" © 2024 The Unknown SithAuthor's Note
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Added on April 2, 2024 Last Updated on April 5, 2024 AuthorThe Unknown SithMaryville, TNAboutMy writing are like scabs, I can't stop picking at them, like vultures to a carcass, I am forever a starving artist. more..Writing
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