Title: Freight train graffiti
Author: Roger Gastman et al.
Isbn: 0810992493
2006
Here's the cover looking so devoured by a blanket called blur.
iPod photo not such a great idea. Who gives a who lu lu . . . Freight graff is evil, the evilest graffiti writer's do this shit, it is a fetus frying fraternity with evil secret society shit where you die on the tracks to find oneself emblazoned in a reincarnation amongst a legion of artistic inaugurated eschatology slowly priming the world for the pre-apocalyptic apogee that will devour all quarks in the known unknown motha fucking universe and conversely return us all to the beginning as fossilized amino acids, get chased by voracious bums with ninja stars made of cardboard hardened with feces, ford a river of pigeons both dead and alive, plagued by locusts, attacked by alligators and subsequently returned to god for further consideration.
Sike! I'm just playing...... I ain't gonna lie though: FG is hella hella addictive, a constant test of one's will to find out what hell can really be. Getting rolled up on by crack heads and cops is not fun, according to the book.
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