simonbaker

How the fuck did I end up here AGAIN? Staring at that stupid fuckin picture up there, reading that stupid shit over there <--. Gazing upon beauty, courage and fortitude that I am hardly able to comprehend. I hate this fucking place. Smoke your fucking cigarettes, drink up and mumble your abuse. This city is empty. 2.5 million pairs of dead eyes that stare through the space wasted by me. The sidewalks blur my footprints into a smear of spit, soil and blood. The exhaust from my lungs is choked before it has a chance to disperse. A settlement of doom. It settles like dust where is can. But here, we constantly stir it into the air, it swirls into us with each breath. Only to be processed and sweat out under the scrutiny of 2.5 million stabbing gazes.