Post by ΖΖΖΖ¦ΖΠΤΌ on Nov 30, 2021 17:43:03 GMT -5
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Pupils search frantically for meaning in the cold fog of night. Long breathes evaporate just as fast as they appear. Steam trails, drawn out from chilled desperate panting, behind footsteps speeding down sidewalk tiles on moist dew covered cement. Finally the figure of a man, sprinting through an a traffic signal on foot, then darting through an alleyway behind an abandoned grocery. He stops keeled over to grab some oxygen. His hand touches the corner brick of the building to lean on something, anything. His fingertips feel something cold and metal. He reaches up then his eyes follow suit, pulling down a fire escape ladder. Up he goes, to an old painters deck. He pulls the ladder back up just as another figure rounds the corner, searching for... him? Putting a hand over his mouth to shield the breath trails, but still panting from the adrenaline. His hunter looks around the alley, walking directly under the shadowy fire escape. Gabe Reno's distinctive smirk emerges into a small plane of light. His flask follows, then a gulp. A phone rings to the tone of 'Godzilla' by Eminem featuring Juice WRLD from his coat pocket... the one hunting him turns back toward the fire escape. Gabe's feet hit the ground in front of him. His phone rises from pocket to ear in his left hand.
"I'll have to call you back..."
Everyone wants a piece, they desist but it never seems to cease. "Reno did this, then! And he said that too, way back when!" For God sake, pull up your panties before I put your ears back on mend. Kings never die in the age of immortal. They recharge by evolving through every obstacle and portal. I'm not in Action Wrestling to let some little bitch prey on me. But I'll sure play along until you're right where I need you to be. Stand at my feet, get in my way; you get fed to the monster during any night or day. No excuses, no mercy, just the monster sharpening his teeth on your flailing controversy. Tell me again about how great you imagine yourself being? Did you find a golden ticket, or is it that strokes start with internal bleeding? Get off my nuts, I haven't even gotten salty yet. The next time you see me, your body will be filled bullet holes from the regret. Becoming ferocious, like it was ever a fucking choice. You're either born to kill or you're the reason killers have to rejoice. Not everyone gets to be the wolf, but there's still a place for each lamb. Slaughtered for blood in ceremony to sacrificial accepting hands. This isn't a new beginning, or any type of enigmatic end. It's somewhere in the middle, between what comes out of your fucking face, and where my embedded fist bends. Monsters live in places you fear. Remember that when you stand across from me, hunted by a fucking pioneer. Darkness hides the fright of what you already sense is barely palatable.
Icon. Enigma. Radical.
Pupils search frantically for meaning in the cold fog of night. Long breathes evaporate just as fast as they appear. Steam trails, drawn out from chilled desperate panting, behind footsteps speeding down sidewalk tiles on moist dew covered cement. Finally the figure of a man, sprinting through an a traffic signal on foot, then darting through an alleyway behind an abandoned grocery. He stops keeled over to grab some oxygen. His hand touches the corner brick of the building to lean on something, anything. His fingertips feel something cold and metal. He reaches up then his eyes follow suit, pulling down a fire escape ladder. Up he goes, to an old painters deck. He pulls the ladder back up just as another figure rounds the corner, searching for... him? Putting a hand over his mouth to shield the breath trails, but still panting from the adrenaline. His hunter looks around the alley, walking directly under the shadowy fire escape. Gabe Reno's distinctive smirk emerges into a small plane of light. His flask follows, then a gulp. A phone rings to the tone of 'Godzilla' by Eminem featuring Juice WRLD from his coat pocket... the one hunting him turns back toward the fire escape. Gabe's feet hit the ground in front of him. His phone rises from pocket to ear in his left hand.
"I'll have to call you back..."
Everyone wants a piece, they desist but it never seems to cease. "Reno did this, then! And he said that too, way back when!" For God sake, pull up your panties before I put your ears back on mend. Kings never die in the age of immortal. They recharge by evolving through every obstacle and portal. I'm not in Action Wrestling to let some little bitch prey on me. But I'll sure play along until you're right where I need you to be. Stand at my feet, get in my way; you get fed to the monster during any night or day. No excuses, no mercy, just the monster sharpening his teeth on your flailing controversy. Tell me again about how great you imagine yourself being? Did you find a golden ticket, or is it that strokes start with internal bleeding? Get off my nuts, I haven't even gotten salty yet. The next time you see me, your body will be filled bullet holes from the regret. Becoming ferocious, like it was ever a fucking choice. You're either born to kill or you're the reason killers have to rejoice. Not everyone gets to be the wolf, but there's still a place for each lamb. Slaughtered for blood in ceremony to sacrificial accepting hands. This isn't a new beginning, or any type of enigmatic end. It's somewhere in the middle, between what comes out of your fucking face, and where my embedded fist bends. Monsters live in places you fear. Remember that when you stand across from me, hunted by a fucking pioneer. Darkness hides the fright of what you already sense is barely palatable.
Icon. Enigma. Radical.