Blade-Buster-Cloud

I took him to the alley where we had first become friends, as always the smell of blood and trash, even sweat was present beyond the misty and rustic once beautiful alleyway before it was defiled by many different minds, many different hands, and the spill of blood. I touched the rod where I had lost the use of my left hand. It felt cold and slimy, like a lizard, but with a dent. The dent where my arm went at such a high velocity, it threw my shoulder out of its socket. I nearly cried, I don't like to cry. I saw him bend down into a pile of trash and dig something out. More dents on the wall, like bullet holes on a wall ravaged by war. Wh

  It was so cold today, and the breeze didn’t help. I knew I’d be completely lost if the bright lights of the apartments hadn’t been on today. I felt the pelting rain on my back and wondered, how I ended up in this kind of predicament.  I then felt the rain stop falling on my head and softly splatter on my feet, there was no sound or words to alert this. So I didn’t know whether the rain had stopped on this fine spring night. I just figured the drops from the blossoms were falling, hitting puddles and splashing my feet. Great. Now I’ll be damp for no reason with the breeze picking up like mad.  Then I felt myself