we are the people

store-front churches, pawn shops, bars, the police, and the homeless sleeping on the streets. The artists who know everything but nobody cares. Concrete jungle smells like shit, piss behind buildings and garbage bins. record stores where assholes buy records with an iphone in their back-pocket. the lost, the found, the hip, and the just. we are the people. and we are everywhere like some god-damned disease.