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letra de roscoes wetsuit - joshua mills

dude 1 kicks open the door. he starts firing. dude 2 falls. a mist of red puff spurts from his chest. he’s screaming
the firing stops
dude 1 just stands there frozen
ian cohen walks in carrying a large backpack, he shoots dude 1 in the dome without hesitation
he starts to load his backpack with the bricks of weed, taken from the boy
he then turns to the boy
ian cohen: how do you want to try on roscoe’s wetsuit?
the boy knows exactly what he means and points to the pool
ian cohen: chuckles to himself, quite the literalist aren’t you?
he grabs the boy and drags him out to the pool and starts to drown him
the boy knows that roscoe’s wetsuit is death, it makes sense, it’s all around him, all around everyone but people hardly pay attention to it, it gets posted up everywhere so that people don’t even pay attention to it, don’t even ask about it they just accept it. desensitization
the boy struggles to break free, no longer content with complacency, he doesn’t want to die
end

- joshua mills

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