The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Jackson digs his hands deep into his pockets and sneers, rolling his eyes at the constant screaming of everyone else. Planting a shoulder forward, he connects with several people in front of him as he pushes his way out of the crowd.
“WHAT THA FUCK BOY!” Somebody yells behind him.
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