The street perspires like mad Colombian prostitutes, oozing crystal drops of lust from between the pavement cracks. It calls upon the weak, hungry for their juicy youthful innocence. The street reeks of unfulfilled dreams and warm urine. The homeless are nocturnal marauders, lifeless and without a purpose in the freezing moonlit wind. The street cares for its children, feeding them missed opportunities like a bird shoves chewed worms down its offspring's tight throats. The street gives shelter and wants nothing back except your already doomed soul. The street is my friend, my home, my lover, my tomb. I was born in the street and this is where my life will be claimed without my consent. The street is thirsty and I am its next cold beverage. My empty life is delicious and the street will suck it out through a long thin straw made of stainless steel and gulp on it until there isn't but a memory left of me. The street is wise and fearless and cannot be conquered or reasoned with. It is endless, stretching from one end of the color spectrum to the other in a neon maze of letters and symbols that beckon the poor to spend what they do not have. The street controls us all and there is no escaping it. I am tired. Take me with you, my dear street. Take me to bed.
`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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