Top floor apartment. Penthouse suite. Neon in a smoke, thick like lasers upon the skyline. And it’s cloudy. Full moon peaking out. Angel Dust Dealers lingering the corner. Looking up the window lines for eyes eager for a bit to sniff. That ring-tone.
Deep sewer dives and steam bellowing along sidewalk subway grates. Unsolvable acquaintances met throughout a long-day’s slang. Angel Dust Dealers with a foot up against the brick wall. Hair and bald, “The experience sells itself.”
A cigarette left lit on a cardboard box. Sneaking around the hood without shoes on. Angel Dust Dealers deliver only the finest. Smoke in the eyes like a pair of shades. Halos of mist. Big boss Beer on the Rug.
Find yourself sold. ROMANTIC COLLECTION by Angel Dust Dealers is lighting this block up:
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