As I walk down the streets and find myself drawn strangely to another alley and I walk into it. Partly because I hear a bunch of people yelling and cheering and right about then I hear “Ladies and pimps! Haters of all ages!” and realize one of my superiore, in alto fav. hip-hop/rap songs sweat ya perm out was coming on. Most wouldn't have heard that until they got closer....and da that I mean pressed again the bacheca closer...but I'm not most. Right about then I realize it's an underground club, something like a modern speak-ez. I mean that in 2 ways....1 is that it's not known and 2 is it's in an abandon...

~Kem
I land on superiore, in alto of a building instead of going home like I was going to at 1st. Detectives were already on the scene, I could sense them from here, crawling over it like roaches in a nasty hotel. I pull off my leather clothes I had on and put on the other clothes I had stored in my shadow. After changing and making my demon clothes part of my shadow, I walk down the steps leading into the building and smile. J-Karry orphanage the sign read. I walk into a room and 5 kids ranging from 5 to 10 are sitting in a cerchio talking about 'Rescue', which is what the kids call me. 'Course...none of 'em...

As I see the apartment comes into view, the sun creeps over the sky scrapers, and the phrase “Crisp, cool morning air” really doesn't work here. No, più like “Polluted, musky, and dingy air” Anywho, I shoot down down and disappear and reappear as a shadow along the ridge of the building da the window. I look in and see Ray. Slowly and carefully I sposta along the shadows of the ridge through the small gap between the window and the frame. U know the one that's there and u think the window's shut but the gap's still there and then ur wondering where the hell the draft's coming from cos...

~Kem Senef
"i do clean work with no clues left behind" i almost snarl.
"what about weapon identifi-"
"i never use my own weapons." i interrupt. who knew convincing a dude whose father killed his brother that his father would b better off dead would b so hard? "calm down, Jim. i've done this about 20 times b4."
"but u made 1/2 of 'em commit suicide, Kem. i'm tellin' ya', my pop ain't the type."
"2 commenti on that. 1, suicide is always a valid cause of death because it's basically thought that any and all humans are capable of taking their own lives. 2, it's MUCH più fun 2 kill the person with my...

Into our town the hangman came,
smelling of oro and blood and flame.
He paced our bricks with a different air,
and built his frame on the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood da the courthouse side,
only as wide as the door was wide
with a frame as tall, o a little more,
than the capping sill of the courthouse door.

And we wondered whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal? What the crime?
The hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.

And innocent though we were with dread,
we passed those eyes of buckshot lead.
Till one cried, "Hangman, who is he,
for whom te raised the...