yes. gimme a few I will check on the digital
Thanks Bro!!!...I just bought the hard copy...
yes. gimme a few I will check on the digital
thanks bro.Thanks Bro!!!...I just bought the hard copy...
thanks bro.
Check me out brehs
Listen to my demo brehs
Might have u on some
Or even
The 12 foot orange subway support pillars were concrete messengers of death. The locomotive I was trapped on suddenly leaped to a high rate of speed and returned to the fearsome darkness of the catacomb tunnels as it exited the 34 st station. The train continued to accelerate reaching the highest speed it had yet to achieve while I was a mortified captive to it. My adolescent fingers gripped the handrails for dear life as the train bounced and skipped haphazardly along the warped and dented Manhattan subway tracks. The pitch black of subterranean Manhattan was space like and this train was a rocket. The illumination of the approaching station appeared as a pin hole in the dark decrepit distance. From memory I knew the next stop was 23 st and 6th avenue. 23rd St. was a dingy, deserted local F and B train station. This station did not showcase those dangerous ceiling high concrete support pillars. The middle aged Conductor began to apply the hydraulic air brakes as trash container transport train entered the midtown Manhattan subway station. The 200 ft long moderately lit subway platform was situated on the right hand side of the late night trash receptacle train. The seedy secluded station was completely devoid of awaiting passengers due to the late AM hour. The dingy white porcelain tiles, similar to those used in household bathrooms, glowed from floor to ceiling spanning the entire length of the station way. Occasionally along the graffiti scrawled walls were mosaics of miniature brown beige and white tiles. These tiles were organized to form large twenty threes that designated the station’s name. The locomotive continued to decelerate to the point I thought it was about to stop completely. As I moved to the edge of the train I had to spread my legs widely to compensate for the expanding gap separating the train cars. I held my balance by gripping the rusty rattling handrails, watching all forms of trash and debris fly by beneath my feet. The engine suddenly leaped back to life gaining magnificent speed by the second. Before I could think my nimble body had launched into the air. I was flying 3 ft above the long jagged strip of chipped yellow paint. The sun colored boundary line crawled crookedly along the edge of the subway platform.
Section of a book I'm writing
@Turk @videogamestashbox.com why don't you two link up?
Turk should supply more art and video can continue on the game storyline.
Cut your job in half
10% of $1bil is better than 100% of nothing
Also supply @ORDER_66 with art work.
Start with feelers and u guys can start focusing on getting share agreements later
Not bad...
Very good writing skills...very descriptive...painting pictures for the reader!!!...
Gotta finish that book breh...
wow alot of brehs in here have given me the confidence to really pursue my writing. seeing people succeed and making it more possible.
ThanksFam
Wait, what are you selling?thanks bro.