This is who we are and this is what we do.

We do not thrive in pretty painted worlds of glossy magazines, we are not beautiful or romantic like poets or libertines. We cannot even afford clean air. This polluted decaying world is ours and the magick we perform fits the air we breath. Those rotting veins carved in brick and stone reflect our symmetry and we decay within our world. Whilst paper hangs from walls begging extraction we strip away our selves accordingly. We wash and wash, still we feel unclean and dress in our finery to disguise the underlying filth of what we have become. Eating away at ourselves, eroding the very fundamental methods of society we mock the generations before us as we stand alone. Sigilised graffiti etches our walls and we carve. We carve. Photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/txmx2/4716426/in/set-154519/