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  • Walking. Walking. Walking. Down the. Street I'm. Walking. Tirelessly. Walking. Walking. Humming. To the rhythm. Beatbox feet. On the pavement. Wired on six shots. Golden froth. Espresso. Caffein - ated. Walking. Walking. Stop.

    Mansion. Warehouse. Industry. Bricks. Metal. Old glass. Cracked. Rusted. Tarnished. Textures. Rub my finger over. Rusted metal. Rough hewn brick. Broken glass.

    Take a picture. Of the windows. The pipe. The ground. The door. The number 3 spray painted on the wall.

    What about the pipe? Maybe an engine. Maybe a stove. Maybe a furnace. Don't really know.

    I like the crayola green. Alien green. Ready to launch into space green stack. The spaceship like hood. Like the spaceships in Liquid Sky.

    My beatbox feet feel like moving again. Onto a new destination. A new photo. A new story.
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