Beautiful brute dancing,playing chess with bare knuckled
explosions.Long past fear.
Tradesman in concussion.
Written on the wind.
His art on the canvas layed out in
Rusting crimson,spread deep and wide
as he slips and slides his masterpiece
of blood and teeth.
Swift dispatch, smiling
Stalker.
Jack Johnson.Jack Johnson.
Jack Johnson.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
Beautiful brute dancing,playing chess with bare knuckled
explosions.Long past fear.
Tradesman in concussion.
Written on the wind.
His art on the canvas layed out in
Rusting crimson,spread deep and wide
as he slips and slides his masterpiece
of blood and teeth.
Swift dispatch, smiling
Stalker.
Jack Johnson.Jack Johnson.
Jack Johnson.
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