Saturday, 10 May 2014

SMOKING KILLS



BRICKS RUSTING METAL PADLOCKED DECAY GREY PALE CROWNED IN WEEDS THE AROMA OF WEED WAFTS BY GRAFFITI GLORIFIES THE ANGST AND FRUSTRATION OF MODERN LIFE WINDOWS CRACKED AND BOARDED UP THERE'S NEVER A GLAZIER WHEN YOU NEED ONE PAIN PAUSES FOR A PINT OR TWO OF INDUSTRIAL CIDER FALLS OVER FACE DOWN IN FISH AND CHIPS GETS BACK UP AGAIN LIGHTS A CIGARETTE SMOKING KILLS

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