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Andys Garage
Barricaded in a sweltering prison of scrap metal, stale smoke and stolen property
Helicopters circle like vultures
I share my kingdom with the roaches and rodents
Sweat stinging the corner of my eyes where my stalkers dwell
They beat on the rooftop and peak at us through holes in rotted wood
I don’t recognize faces anymore
But i long for civilization
Maybe someday
Helicopters circle like vultures
I share my kingdom with the roaches and rodents
Sweat stinging the corner of my eyes where my stalkers dwell
They beat on the rooftop and peak at us through holes in rotted wood
I don’t recognize faces anymore
But i long for civilization
Maybe someday
Published 16th Apr 2020
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Dude...your writes are always so RAW and impacting. As I've said before, you truly capture depravity of human nature in artistic form. Incredible descriptiveness... painted quite the image.
17th Apr 2020 11:27pm
Greatly appreciated my man! I always try to paint a scene and if i can represent an emotion and they are usually depraved haha.It is the past life and sometimes a part of the present i live. Thanks and hope you are staying safe!
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