Numb SuburbiaThere is no sense of time passing haze interspersed with useless colours reflecting the cold dust of dead architecture my eyes once blue, are greyed and inert distorted by refraction oppressive cityscapes stone without meaning meaning without stone journeys without destination bootprints in dust like snow frozen, still illuminated by the harsh neon roar diluted in the darkness streaking lights have the shutters yet to close? so alive, yet so meaningless if ever a sight could pose a questionNumb Suburbia
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[link] <- click this now! (yeah, as if anyone will bother *shakes head*)
"He that is slow to believe anything and everything is of great understanding, for belief in one false principal is the beginning of all unwisdom"
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My concert photography, here on DA: [link]
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