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~Filth of this Hell~


Everywhere i go in this filthy place is decrepit. It's unloved or abandoned. It's all falling apart. Paint barely clings to cheap, quarter inch, left over pieces of sheetrock. No insulation. Like a jigsaw puzzle, the old white paint is no longer white, no matter how much you wash it, the time remains. Windows......shakes my only keeping out one element, moisture. Suprising indeed when everything else is welcome to enter! Cold winter breezes strolling indoors as if the window were wide open! They also do not resist the creepy crawlies that chance to wonder inside this rotting prison. They find these quarters very hospitable. Bastards. Practically ancient tiles upon cement floors crack and loosen, as old as the first hippie to take an acid trip, they finally give way. Cracks everywhere. Wondering....will that give way someday? Will i be there? Will i be here? God i hope not. This city, this ghetto hell, It's all a filth that covers your skin like a film. Sucking onto your soul and feeding upon you until you are dry and zombie like in it's control of your destiny. It is a leech, a succubus. An infestation on every level, in every metaphor, this is my hell. Let us hope it does not kill me or mine and we make it out alive.

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