Rocked my world  asleep world

Name

Names Big Chips McGowan.

had been supersized

that  to say the least

                        was impressive

McGown too had the machine gun that originally been mounted on a heavy all-terrain vehicle supersized weighed a shit ton  six knobby robust wheels

                                                  Hell-on-HotWheels now sports a fiftyfive millimeter canon

no idea how many rounds persec it fired

                                            spaced with tracers it looked like a whip of light when automatic demon nightburps when bursts fired used to knock flying people out of the sky who were trying to escape

    they were not agile like birds

                                     as witness hed say akin to a more agile Kitty Hawk glider

dead men and women flying

     grim

 

but Big Chips liked slaughter

                          bellylaughed Got a quarter?  Fiftycent piece dollar coin would be better, quarter’s minimum.

hed give it a flip let it fall to the ground

Heads  Tails  Tails  Heads

One side psychopath

Other side sociopath

     We’re going to slaughter. Everyone who can’t stomach it and wants to leave . . . . run.

 

his foot was restless idled trembled

the rest of him was steadfast

mariachi whispered To stomach or not to stomach

                                                            Run an youre dead

Got tha right

bellylaughter sadistic   Man the palisades.

                                                            and as we did he roved side to side behind us in Hell-on-HotWheels manning the fiftyfive millimeter

 

he took a deep breath of quiet blue fresh morning air before the cordite before brutal ravaged meat before shrieks and screams and dead weight plummeted from the sky   

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