Like A Gas Attack Warning Or Something (Simply The Best)
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Saturday, 2nd February 2013. Atlanta, Georgia.
the Atlanta metropolitan area is home to 5,4 million people, that’s more than the entire Norwegian population, and several big companies, like Coca Cola, CNN, Delta Airlines and my favorites, Hooters, are headquartered there. still, the downtown area looks more or less deserted on a sunny Saturday. it’s almost like there’s been a gas attack warning or something. there’s hardly cars on the streets.
the sun lights up the empty streets, casting long shadows and bringing out all that red, white and blue.
Empty streets, long shadows, red, white & blue while all downtown boys go for homemade melons at Hooters. It’s a tough American life, buddy. And the only escape is great cigar bar at the corner of two deserted streets leading right out of town & into that wide American horizon. Or homemeade melons at Hooters. Always running, brother. Always burning. With these great frames in our souls & minds.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ayayay, Fritsch, buddy, I never made it past the cigar bar and those juicy melons at the dark end of the street this time, but the horizon is always there for us, the horizon is always there, burning within, buddy, burning within!
Hepp!
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Very very Massiv Attack, MK
Cute Linen Boy is the one One
survivor I see, hihi, and what a Truck !
Simply the best Postindustrial Pic !
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ay, Zamoysky – it was weird, but then again; downtown is mostly hotels and office towers and lunch places for downtown workers, and I guess they’re off on Saturdays – and the bars don’t get lively uh until later at night
(sooooo travellers and Linen Boys rule the place
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Hepp!
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I love the Pic
I love the Truck
and I love the Boy with the Hat
hahaha… werid werid werid
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haha, oooh, I love it too, Zamoysky, I love the red, I love the old school graphics, I love the shadows and I love the emptiness, MyLady!
Hepp!
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Hmmmm…..The Emptiness
The Love of Emptiness and in that
you have utterly succeeded MK
Sweet Smiles from Empty Ghost
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ay, Zamoysky, the emptiness is never empty; it is present and pregnant, and reflections and remnants are all we are and all we really see. don’t play what’s there, as Miles said, play what’s not there…
I try – and I fail, Mylady. I try. and I fail….
Hepp!