60 Million And Surpticles: !:

In transit.
The box.
The cape.
The suit.

Villian meets villian. And in a world that keeps things going. To a degree. They all collide. On fire. Through and through. Peaks and winters. Sparks and candles.
Crucifying and crucifying!
The deluxe room suite!
Gathered, scattered and most of all in shreds!

The chrome glow of a face mask made out of plether. Complete with tape and instills. Glowing under light and still glowing.
Flowing farther the villan still lies down. No options no control. 
Blood hitting all sides! This days has hit him in the face!

Which city and which corridor. Where is the computer? Where is the journal? I've to check on the suit?
Restaurants, steam, and good meal await. Some where and some where is always where the might can't see.
Like this day!

Monie switches hands.
Switch light.
Switch fabric.
Switch all fantastic!
Switch by switch.
And switch gathering!

It was definitely a ghost and other kinds of phneomena. They all left the tunnels. Had to.
Some clown with a mask came out with a gun. And dropped it.
Hurting and hurting1
Turning over the crowd!
Enough I can't hear anymore or I'll cut your throat!
Yes.
I don't say so.

Run for run.
And when is the ghost run.
Defile that punk who is still writing those journals in the tunnels.
We've got 50 mill on him!
Okay!
I can't stand him and I can't stand myself.

It's 8'Oclock and the ghost with a knive came to the fore. With him came the ghost of many. All under the tunnel. Forcing over 50 thousand in one minute out of a tunnel.
They were only 200,000 tunnels underground.
Some were on level 250,000.
Then more and more. With more still stuck.
Dying bloodily.
Still alive.
Mangled.
Disjunct.
The clown ghost said I kill a million. They knew who he was. Clown Topper!
Adjusted Clown Effects in tow. Both can't be stopped!
Adjusted Clown lit with a hamburger throwing knives everywhere! Clown Topper as famous and as legendary as the air you breathe. For it is they the crime slime who know him!

Clown topper 7 feet tall sometimes taller. Even handed. Shedding knives and stealing guns!
Firing and firing the clown ghost never lets up! The bullets hit. Their targets already beyond the human chromosome limit get hit and hit with the intent of tearing their super strength. Bullet then get up. Bullet then get up.
Fire and then fire and all on fire!
Blazes and blazes! The clown ghost finally decides and then tosses it up for a loss.
Like his cohorts he doesn't waste time bringing violence in dashing appeal!
Fire and fire!

Which ever clown ghost you've heard of or seen i believe they are real. I've seen them in action before.
Picking berries from leaves Clown Fire On doesn't waste time either. It's poetry and song while violence and bodies erupt.

How big is a clowns hand? Big?
Big gloves. Big clothes.

It's sad once clown said before. It's always sad down here!
Walks off with his flowers in hand!
Ghosts of Tower! Otherwise another clown ghost. Residing in seattle and anywhere.

Written on the highways he roams forecasts the stories of those who didn't survive their first strike against him from a car. 
Throw anything at him he won't die. As they found.
It's more stomach than anyone can handle.
Tall with a strut and nothing to loose. This day is over always.
Tall with nothing much to say. Just as loose paper that flows from the highway. 
It's marginal sometimes but always effective. Maybe he can't die he says. Even after the gunshots. There he says now give me a pie!

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Effective meetings make effective strategies.
Effective strategies make effective arguments.
Do you see the monie changing hands?

Hands that molded a force of nature or creature or. Searching and searching spirit! The art and connections force. They connect the unreal and unseen!
A good dish and a good supper side!
A good life and a good wish. Life on this side and all the coke. All these steamy scenes.
The road or street stifling with it's heat. Incredible! 
I just hit 50 mill on the portfolio. 
Some jazz and some concert tonite! Scuttle around for the tickets!
Proper footing here. Proper attire. 
Portfolio and dancing.
Paper dancing.
Chemical dancing.
Nite shred dancing.
Secret call meeting.
Dancing.

Wither and wincing. The villan did not keep his nite rite or knive near. The shredder kept up.
Under the nite sky. Under fold and fold. It's secret held forever!