Dust and Machine

[$Bois$]

 

Thick dust clashes in the wind, whipped around by heavy metal machines that don't know the meaning of "slow." Dust, sand, and dead leaves get tossed aside by these iron beasts constantly tearing through the desert, bunch of street kids, cast out by their families, friends, and even their own homes, decided to ditch the non-stop hustle of the city for a while. They all ended up here, building a culture of their own. You’ve got good people who were never treated right, and rich kids who were basically invisible. Plenty of them came from wrecked street gangs, ending up in a life they never saw coming. Here, cars are like a fallen bridge bridging the gap everyone’s family, everyone’s a brother, and we’re all in this together.

[agilcomeng]

The gun is just a tool; the mind is the real weapon

[$Mackenzie_Richard$]

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