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I just got off the 67th Street subway station
and we heard an announcement saying
the cops are here, the cops are here.
There is a homeless man armed.
The cops are here the cops are here.
I just kept walking.
We all just kept walking
and left the station asap.
I didn't see anything.
two weeks pass...
Two nights ago my neighbor from down the hall died, a woman in her sixties that I only really knew as a slightly off but nice lady who smoked a lot (but quit months before she died, probably because of illness), and who put up a little clip art printout flyer for every federal holiday -- labor day, memorial day, presidents' day, MLK day, etc. She said hi to my kids and we'd occasionally make small talk in the hall. The police were in the hallway a long time, and I talked a little with neighbors and the super about how we hadn't known her that well, how people had stopped seeing her smoke outside, how she had kicked out the boyfriend who used to come around (a guy I knew only as "Bobby"), and how she had probably been ill -- that sort of vaguely sad small talk people make when they feel like they should be somber but don't quite know how to feel about the death of a person they weren't close to.
Then last night I was driving home and traffic came to a standstill, but I could clearly see that the traffic only went on several hundred feet ahead of me, with the highway totally clear beyond that. It took what seemed like a very long time for the traffic to inch up, so I assumed multiple lanes were blocked by something. I cursed a bit and banged my wheel because I wanted to get home before my kids went to bed. As I approached the stopping point of the traffic, I saw a car pulled over on the shoulder to my right, and a group of men standing around looking distraught. Then I saw two more cars stopped on the left shoulder. Then I saw a motorcycle laid down flat across one of the lanes, as though someone had just gently placed it there. It was aqua and white with sort of vintage styling. Then I looked to my right again and, just as I was about to clear the blockage, saw that there was a man lying on his back, eyes closed, and another man doing chest thrusts on him. The man lying on his back wasn't responding. I had that momentary urge like I should pull over too, just because this was a grave situation, even though it was obvious someone would have already called 911 and there was already a man performing CPR and I don't even know CPR, and therefore I would add absolutely nothing to the equation. I thought that the man was probably dead, and then I drove away.
Anyway, when I got home I searched "death" on ILX.
VI.
dicky's death
FACES OF DEATH
Sleep Is Death
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Eagles of Death Metal- Death By Sexxxy
If it is a choice between Richmond and Death... I choose Death.
Southern death Cult/death Cult/Cult choose!
Upcoming "Choosing Death" death metal/ grindcore book?
Death metal fans....favorite Death album
worse death: drowing in cum or being crushed to death
I am the Angel of Death.