Rivers and waves of motor flow through the artillery’s of pavement.

Wild cries of machinery echo through the forest of glass, metal and wood.

Human beasts lumber about in the city through the dawn of civilization… wild hunting, ravenous… a need to sink teeth into the skin of a buttery croissant.
Breakfast 08.25.22

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