Saturday night, laneway foot traffic
"Going on an adventure?" NPC yells in the street
Her friends cackling. Drunk. Sloppy
We're in black. Shopping bags crammed with latex. Oars in hand
"Coming along then luv?" They decline
Pissweak. All talk
Pop The Grille and paddle off. ahoy
A gang of dolled up miscreants and misfits vanish below the hustle and bustle of Melbourne. Passers by gawk and point as the spectacle unfolds. The ground cracks opens and one by one the group disappear, consumed into the earth.
30ft underground and the mortars appear - it's kicking off. Gasping for air, ear drums battered and eyes watering, you still gotta run for cover before a loose Belgian unit unloads the Pains-Wessex and blasts a 2 stage rocket at the crowd. IDM special
Hit the deck or lose a knee
A midnight approach through the rolling stock brings one upon several of paris' lesser known urban boulder problems. Voted by Real Climbers as the hardest route of 2008 -flimsy holds and 900 volts a short slip away. JB sending it at Voie Murat, Molitor ghost station
Most guys don't know shit about silver halide and reciprocal failure
Too busy reciprocating favours with a silver-haired guy named Al
And Fiddling each others Photoshop Sliders
Missing the real Latitudlar Dominance
Nobody is talking about this.
deux mille treize #homagePaid