#prisonfarm

Rendezvous - part 9 My fingers are moving downward A moan escapes her lips I know just where to touch her As she gently rocks her hips ~ #prison #PrisonFarm #abandoned #abandonedplaces #forgotten #condemned #🏚 #decay #urban #graffiti #steps #Sunset #Endofday #🌅 #dusk #Moundsville #WestVirginia #FifteenPartSeries #OneOfFifteen #1of15 #PoemOfTheDay #poetry #📝📆 #PictureOfTheDay #PhotoOfTheDay #📷📆 #CTSelf (at Moundsville, West Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1jGFNzBt-O/?igshid=1tpru0ph5ac1w

The shell remains, providing refuge for the “Out of touch”, a place to find death and solace. But where have the dreams gone, scared into hiding by glazed eyes and hollow voices? Or did they too move on, always pressing forward, in search of “a better life”? A man on the floor, tapping his arm and laughing sporadically, tells me he sees them from time to time. But in a candle’s flicker, it is impossible to distinguish between dreams and delusions. ~ #prison #PrisonFarm #abandoned #abandonedplaces #forgotten #condemned #🏚 #decay #urban #graffiti #steps #Sunset #Endofday #🌅 #dusk #overgrown #Atlanta #Georgia #BlackAndWhite #BNW #⬛️⬜️ #colorpop #PoemOfTheDay #poetry #📝📆 #PictureOfTheDay #PhotoOfTheDay #📷📆 #CTSelf (at Atlanta Prison Farm) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxL3IIcnNVv/?igshid=amlmjwhyxsan

brain bursting with thought sensory overload colors caught perception distorted reality blurred bleeding mind happily endured new light flooding watch surrealistic taken up a notch point of order point of sight finally feeling what is right ~ #prison #PrisonFarm #abandoned #abandonedplaces #forgotten #condemned #🏚 #decay #urban #graffiti #bars #sun #Sunset #Endofday #🌅 #dusk #cells #Atlanta #Georgia #PoemOfTheDay #poetry #📝📆 #PictureOfTheDay #PhotoOfTheDay #📷📆 #CTSelf (at Atlanta Prison Farm) https://www.instagram.com/p/Btdf7vEnwIB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nv711h9t0zid

35/365 - Necropsyk Metal Band by The.Mickster http://ift.tt/2r6s2AG

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The majority of people dismiss those things that lie beyond the bounds of their own understanding as absurd and not worth thinking about. - HM

It occurred to me that I did not have to knock. The door would be open. - DD

went to an abandoned prison the other day. it was creepy and fascinating and covered in graffiti and afterwards we found this huge tree perfect for climbing. we all climbed into it went up up up to the top and soaking in the sunshine and all the vibrations of nature. in east atlanta (my phone died pretty soon after we got there, next time I will capture more of the graffiti)