Bunker Hill (copper hat hell)
jacket having talking leg forward farther other sliding turning facing turned followed blue LAPD couple slowly [let's go] "it's the lunch, it's the money, it's the food" (whether) smooth shiny heading to the escalators "the collector for church, come on"
is foreseen T drops his hat eyes up stuck in circled rolled bags stretched as manage (ed) able a fore sense voice "ain't got all day to wait on you" they say suspect (ed) directing which forms white crow shit
perfectly into a penis shape ed perspective "look up, look down, look all around" waiting as principle ed slowed jacket laid out brushing it catlike licks (a)cross(ing) "Ah!" noticed as looking at shielded (ob) serving up it under T's eyes dropped in
covering has the foot speaking onward more distant other slide turn coverings turned blue pairs followed [slowly let's goes] "it's LAPD lunch, it's the money, it's food" (if) smooth the shining heading collector "the escalators for the church, comes on" they are drops that foreseen T its eyes hat pierced above in the strained rolled bags surrounded as they control (ed) capable front voice "ain't felt it had started the entire day to wait in you" they say the suspicious one (ed) that directed white excrement crow forms perfectly in one "look of perspective of ed form penis above, looks at low, looks at around" all waiting because the principle ed late covering placed brush catlike licks (a)cross(ing) "Ah!" observed look at serving protecting (of ob) above it under the eyes of T's left to fall inside