Gangbanging @ Ground Zero

GANGBANGING AT GROUND ZERO from Slam City Skates on Vimeo.

them Palace boys took a trip across the pond...

'i'm feelin' your energy'

- this goes out to the pair of beautiful eyes that shared this day and it's adventures with me. the feet by the way belong to a Vagina Warrior with a mind unlike any i've had the chance to encounter. these eyes are helping me train my eyes.

({})

lowt

lapping mind

Untitled from Taylor Galloway on Vimeo.

sometimes people, and even places can come back to haunt you. whether you are walking in the wind or sitting on a couch. burrowing in my brain like an ear wig and surfacing to say a few whispering words at the moment i least what to hear it's mumbling memories.

as of late, i've told them to fuck off, but many times it's just egged them on even more. with the help of a puzzle piece and something nice i've since been able to relearn things i had forgotten about my own self, engaging in adventures in the simplest of places. taking the F bound train to the end of the line allowed me to rediscover sunshine, along with the definition of 'smuggle'.

so here's to getting rid of those invisible conversations,

-lowt

{please press play at the same time}

the search for a girl named ness.

it’s been over a year since my ten digits left the cobblestone roads, making friends with the enemies and canceling out any hesitation. soon my license will turn ninety degrees and i’ll be accountable for my actions. all the late night walks home with the families of fox guarding me at night and screeching in the spring mornings. walking the stalls and down little venice while the sun is warming the rest of us. it took a while to build; a lot of faults were made and even more enemies discovered, yet i’ve still got the key to some of their hearts. puking on myself in the streets of a spanish tongue and making a certain call home on an empty stomach. following the trail of the ripper and looking at the river in a different light.

i realized stella isn’t all she’s cracked up to be, but to me she’s still family and she’ll stay near. my grandmother is on my arm and my name is buried somewhere deep in the tunnel, while rosy remains perched on the ‘sill as i brush my teeth. too many chavs at the station, so i’ll take the long way and see the girls walking to school. it starts to rain, but the swans still swim and the Thames still flows and we’ll take the boat to Berlin to find ourselves in the way of all the shit they’ve shoved down our throats.

pushing though stockwell with a new found family member and taking the train with too many stuffy suits and i watched them sweat. i crossed the street of your favorite studio and drew a map of which i am sure has been put to a flame by now. i saw people with style and i saw people who thought they possessed some sort of charm, i saw spider man and mickey mouse shake hands and spread the wealth and the sorry state of south bank. i saw many students of this poor economy and those who have saved themselves the trouble of enrolling.

i got offered some interesting things from a woman in Prague that we can discuss at a later date, if you ask at the right time. we put our hands to the sky above the foundation Stalin fell from and looked to the grid with triumph. walked under the arch that divided humans and separated families, it’s been turned into ‘art’ incase you were wondering. he’ll never be the king of Spain, yet he never really tried.

forever on the dizzy path with thornhill forever in my heart. i set out with the right tools and no knowledge of their purpose. taking the wrong path in a parc changed my outlook, of which couldn’t be done without the respectable nation of Sweden. i found something that has been called ‘london-ness’ by those who have come before. on the mediterranean, of all places.

once you find this ‘london-ness’, it is hard to harness it, to hold it down, cause that bitch ain’t gonna wait for you. so, on that note, if you lose it, you haven’t really lost it per se. just adjust the angle of that eyebrain, cause i know mine has been loose as of late. if all else fails, strap up the blazers, a duffel bag, and a napsack of 120. the screws aren’t as loose, you’ll be happy to hear, and i’m back on the dizzy path thanks to a few outside elements and companions i’ve picked up since departing from the cobblestone sanctuary of one year past.