stationary transit

 

leaving aushwitz
  -or-
give a back a break

 

 

there was a flash (not jeff) gordon; it was something in the pan. i am holding relatives

for ransom. i'm not an inherently bad person, maybe misunderstood. a crowd had formed

and i needed an exit strategy. as flying was not a viable option, i opted for the

conventional oven; nonsense you say, but i never got caught both times i tried that. it

was a combination of luck and roth. it was a class that never seemed possible. a candle

in the sun? that shit don't even out. cancel that paycheck.