Saturday, December 4, 2010

they were sublimely crossing the street...

and she looked up for some strange reason....
and she saw a man on top of the roof of a building....
standing very, very close to the edge !
he was about to jump !!
her heart was racing !!
she had to act NOW...
what to do??
what to do ??
if she screamed, she feared he would FALL !!
there were policemen laughing and joking on the corner...
clearly, they'd been TOO BUSY to notice the man...
she had her son with her...
he would be SCARRED ...
he would be 'SCARED'...
oh, my GOD !!
she ran across the street with her boy...
she KICKED one of the cops in the ankle...
she told him to look up...
the fool...
too busy joking around to protect society....
the same dumb oaf who ticketed her car every other day.....
there was a laundry truck....
like in the movies...
it was filled with bags and bags of laundry...
her head was spinning....
her son had to pee....
Jeez....
SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING !!!!!
she raced into the building...left her boy with the cop....
and FLEW past the open-mouthed doorman....
she pressed the top floor in the elevator....
ran up a flight of stairs....
walked out onto the roof....
there was a BLOW-UP figure of a man, tied to the rafter of the building...
posed to look like a suicidal figure.....
what the F**K ???

IS IT ALL RELATIVE ?

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