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I.feel.the.streets.in.my.veins.avenues.highways.alleyways.boulevards.roads.without.stop.signs.or.lights.or.signals.live.within.me.circling.the.bewildering.labyrinths.of.my.being,noises.echo.loudly.at.every.corner,each.step.banging.like.a.hand.on.a.drum,horns.demanding.that.others.move.out.of.the.way,shots.crying.farewell.to.their.reasons.for.hate,screams.hiding.by.the.anger.of.a.barking.dog.the.son.of.the.city.citizen.of.hell.resident.of.purgatory.I.am.a.skyscraper.inhabited.by.urgency,a.map.of.nameless.streets,only.the.suicidal.wind.dares.to.speed.past.the.danger.signs.of.my.curves.Hours.merge.without.boundaries.into.dawn; my.anxieties.open.for.business.twenty-four.hours.a.day.without.ever.