the snow diamond

“PsychoCop for Sheriff,” the sign said. A huge billboard towered above it: “HELL IS REAL. (insert cliche Bible verse).” sun reflected off waves like knives.

“i’m a machine,” she swallowed beck’s beer. the curve of her waist was amazing. “you like me because of my waist to hip ratio,” she intoned, “i was built for ******.”

junk, trash, kill and skullz rolled in a gang. they smoked crack in black alleys. ochre sun burned above garbage city. castle grisskull loomed like an ancient overseer.

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