Anybodyget at me, im down to chill, skate, whatever.here's a story told by my homie River READ!!!"The murder of Sarah Mae Jones"It was murder... No other thought besides the fact. The color and warmth that mopped over, Dancing, swinging, smiling within the floor. A single thought in hesitation, To pick the lock into this garden. A lonely match, creating tears in the eyes of angels. A planted seed, who's becoming was that of a struggle, now resides in darkness, awaiting it's instant to die. A darkened figure, wings outspread, no color to scream of, as the shadow releases. A blooming in the mind, dark, light, hot red, contorting into blackness. Step to stumble. Toe, ankle, knee, hand, the collar followed by the mind. A flesh fall of dying pain. It's fading now, as she falls away. A fold, scratch, and sigh. Goodbye...my Sarah Mae.Yes!