Roof Escape

Out my window, armed white man.

Out my window, armed white man.

They were after me.
It was cold and I ended up in the Dutch rubber roof neighborhood running around looking for old friends.
They had my trail.
Gone down river,
Then I was trying to get some help in the kitchen.
There was corn chowder juice all underfoot.

Then the girl said she had been watching me and looking for me many times.
I didn’t know that and was sorry.
Grimes I think her name was.
Yes that was it Grimes, I finally recognized her
in the dream morning after.

I just went out the window and slid down the slidy roof
to another roof with a crease and then slid around up there
going no where in rain.
Corn chowder juice.

I got a guitar and this other guy played the drums and
I sat out there in the rain and played singing about my
mistake and my escape and my mistake and don’t come with me
remember me
I’m sorry.

Last I was seen i was singing on the roof.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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