Karate Cunt

it's getting dark and the stadium lights are on, light pollution fills the sky.
the fog is lit up and it permeates the city, making it that much more difficult to tell the difference between given objects.
people and street signs.
buildings and trees.
through the thickening fog you hear trains
calling
calling
calling
just like sirens.
whatever.
at least these two bastards are out there, somewhere, keeping the city safe.