…There that shit go again? Ya see what I mean? I mean, for real you didn’t hear that shit? When I see that motha fucka again I’m gonna tell that motha fucka ta leave whatevathefuck we were smokin the fuck alone! For real! Then a certain presence emanated. The fuck! How much longer I got until this shit wears off? So let me sit my Black ass up. I sit up with the half moon in the sky, my night vision being acute because of being out in the goddawful dark for…reaching for my cell phone now illuminated informing me some forty-five minutes. Cool. But look…I can’t really describe it to you. But I can see them. As if they are one with the night but many. You don’t get it? Let me liven a word picture for you. Let’s say you have cellophane in front of you; yet, unbeknownst to you? Don’t think too hard on it, I’m wording the picture. Let go…There you go…the numerous figures are coming towards US as if moving effortless through the air without touching the ground, like forms of humans compressed against the backdrop of cellophaned night.
Look goddamnit! They're almost upon US! Please! Just fuckin look!…
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