Soup Kitchen Anarchy


Stuck inside the wonderment of a malicious analogy, collapsing under the weight inside the lungs of a cupids embrace. Loving warmth, can be sensed for miles even for the most despicable sections of a mans soul. The white static crackles in the distance, moving ever so close to an ultimate victory. Doors shake from a call so pure, bursting open spreading joyful gratification. Flying through the air, whimsical and in waiting. This spirit cannot be drowned out by this, maybe one day you’ll see for yourself.

Contributor- Chris Ballenger


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