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  • September19th

    JC Sizzle

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  • September16th

    Johnny Wilson 100.jpg

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    Johnny Wilson 100.jpg

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    Need I say more people
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  • September16th

    4^44582242 # 4

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    Falling - down
    Heavy and black - the squid is back………………….from black to murky grey, I’m sinking fast and deep underwater- Disorder ? Where is the surface - I breath out and watch the bubbles and move to follow I’m heavy and everything is so black I lose track of the bubbles and I realize I’m out of air !!!!! Lungs of fire I break for the surface but the ink is thick and so far…………..
    Clawing at the gas mask all u can hear are his muffled screams as he unwinds from the last minute storm shelter he build last night pardon typos Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

  • September11th

    # 3

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    Standing in the middle of the road I can’t help but feel I’m being watched……….the horizon to my right is peppered with boulders and to my left I’m still being followed by the small distant mountains - very little has changed……..except the storm that is moving fast in my direction from the north east !!………………ah fuck, I need this like a hole in my damn head………. From this distance the sand storm looks like a wall of brown smoke. I’m less than 5 min away from a nightmare At a dead sprint for the nearest grouping of boulders All I can hear is the sound of my breathing as I strap on my gas mask. A scuba diving symphony and suddenly the world becomes a distant place. The mask creates a detachment And my new world smells like rubber and toxic sweat - my sprint is now a crawl as I fight deep sand to get to a group of oddly shaped boulders The wind is picking up hard and fast……this is bad - the gas mask is the only way to breath in these sand storms - Slipping between the rocks i Drop to my knees …………. Don’t panic - u have done this before U know how to do this U still have visibility…………..
    The wind howls - this wind howls like a steer being branded
    I’ve unfolded my shovel and dig and down and straight to hell I hear my heart beating inside the swamp of a mask
    !!! 2 min warning before this apocalypse is on top of me
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  • September11th

    FASHION SHOW and DJ GIG OCTOBER 23 ATLANTA!

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  • September10th

    Johnny WEB

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    Johnny WEB

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    Johnny WEB

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  • September10th

    JC Roast

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  • September7th

    # 2

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    My entire story has come down to boot prints cut into the sand lasting the length between winds - Eyes wide open though clearly I am blind
    Rhythmic steps downdown Downdown what would be the marrow of the bone highway ( my chosen title since the D.O.T. Must of went the way of the Egyptians in this desolate place ) The dotted yellow no where to be found just a highly faded concept ( like the world being flat ) From these boots, at this vantage, in this wasteland………………….it. is impossible to believe the world was ever round
    ” I remember round ” He thought to himself ” Do I remember round as truly round ? Or is my mind starting to invent……………….. startled to hear the sound of his own voice he found himself standing perfectly still in the middle of the road
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  • September6th

    litespeed-vortex!!!

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    litespeed-vortex!!!

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    litespeed

    my new wheels —— !!!!!!!! see you at the wilson 100 - CENTURY

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  • September5th

    Part 1

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    The deep black of the asphalt sporadically shows through the desert debris - piercing the infinite shades of brown and pink like the pattern on a salamander back The road in front of me is bone straight into a melting clock horizon The road itself untraveled, for how long ? Each step an archaeological discovery
    Sand - everywhere sand
    The weather is not weather…………..that rare balance of temp and humidity that creates nothing against the skin, When there is a breeze it comes in hard and fast - nothing for miles to slow its push…….. The breeze is an oven that’s just started to heat - warm but not hot enough to cook
    A memory hits me like a bee sting As trying to hold soup in your hands the memory is gone before I can get my mind teeth sunk………..the sand so coarse my steps sound like I’m walking on broken glass
    To my left in the distance small mountains with rocky crags jutting up - sheer walls of so many reds dive straight into the sand, everywhere sand. In every other direction infinite horizon -A razor line cutting the sky in a huge circle around the mountains
    The sky —- ah the sky is the color of gods skin if he overdosed on drugs………….anemic gray and candle wax………………….?? What happened to all the birds ? Come to think of it - I haven’t seen anything MOVE in as long as I remember……………………
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