Jack goes under limbo stick...
old drain down the end of a street near my house, it's defiantly my new favourite place to go. Cars drive over the other end of the pipes that lead there and a thundering sound echoes out, I allow myself to sit, my legs hanging down through the bars into thin air, my eyes closed, imagining terrifying things, awful men created so that super hero's (namely batman these days) can stop them. It's nice sometimes, to just sit and dream
old drain down the end of a street near my house, it's defiantly my new favourite place to go. Cars drive over the other end of the pipes that lead there and a thundering sound echoes out, I allow myself to sit, my legs hanging down through the bars into thin air, my eyes closed, imagining terrifying things, awful men created so that super hero's (namely batman these days) can stop them. It's nice sometimes, to just sit and dream
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