London City Aka Skater Arcadia

woke up to a full day but i can tell the sun's only come half bright on the cemented pavements and shameless statements of the buildings towering high. lately pacing shadows of motion with squeezing tight objectives lay themselves amaze to stamper so sluggishly unexpected and rest their bodies inside these big red rectangular double decker boxes that commence to shudder along with a sense of dying, clinical combustion; hence to be condensed; surrounded but all alone; in the city that's countlessly counseled; 'Et in Arcadia Ego' so I walk out of her door, scramble my pockets for some cigarette paper whilst standing under the warmth of the dormant electric heater finally pick up my deck and wheels spark up in time to ride with a rustic shallow breath the barren concrete comes to life as this skater rides on over i'm just waiting to be swallowed whole 'cause even here death appears in Skater Arcadia