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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 5:15 am
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So, I know it's not much, but it's a start and I don't know where to go from it. Think anyone here can help me out?
Soft, electric humming emitted from the neon red and white sign just outside of a dirty window. Finger smudges and cigarette butts litter the edge of the windowsill, small patches of discoloration on some of the panes almost seemed to try and muffle the sight of the flashing letters, announcing the name of the bar just below the grungy floor; The Hall of Jackals. Thin streams of smoke danced around the tip of a middle-aged man’s nose, caressing his eyeball which in turn causes his eye to close out of discomfort. The lit cigarette dangling in between his index and middle finger seemed to taunt him, every sizzle or plume of smoke calling out to him for consumption, begging to be inhaled and let set in blackening lungs. Hanging from the walls are some small, tattered pieces of old wallpaper, long having been painted over in dark red paint. A lone bed sat in the far corner of the room, occupied only by the man, an ashtray and half a dozen thin blankets. Aside from the bed, which was not only uncomfortable but also slightly too small, the only other objects sitting in the room were a round coffee table sitting in the center of the room (mostly covered in adult magazines and assorted strains of cannabis) and a much-too-old television/radio which was shakily attempting to play the song “Karma Police” by Radiohead.
It's not a project or anything, it's just for fun.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 9:59 am
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 10:12 am
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 11:36 pm
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 10:16 am
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