No voices.
Just dark.
Flashlights.
In those tunnels.
It's any cavern.
It's any kind of looking person or used to be person.
It's any group or game or life style.
Somewhere else.
But here.
At and in the tunnels.
Tonite some one troves the tunnels.
I am sure.
There are others there too.
The kind that crime don't want.
There are ghosts too.
It was haunted a long time ago some say.
But that was then.
It's safe now.
It's different now.
There are ghosts too.
There are ghosts too.
It was sometime ago but not long ago when some who don't believe in ghosts ran into more than one in the tunnels.
By chance the ghost came around and scared them to death1
It didn't need a lawsuit!
It didn't then.
It didn't now speaking of crime.
Whom ever saw the ghosts don't disbelieve these days.
They left and as they left they understood the unmentionable people waiting to do harm.
In ways I won't mention but they certainly understand now.
Some criminals eat plants now.
It's all different.
That's what some of them have to do now.
Some prophecy said so.
Based in some countrie.
Based in some ideology that i do have.
Ha Ha Ha Ha.
Tech for tech says the criminal.
He has to make friends with some one else now.
Now that he is broke.
This other couldn't care less.
He's not that good looking.
He's rather odd and out to kill.
Him1
Now I said it was only two hundred dollars.
Nevermind.
I don't mind.
For the recipe.
What recipe?
I've got a meeting but i'll be back.
No hurry.
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