Made this after living in AK looking after the bro DJ Scratch 22's room while he took off on tour to Europe and Japan with AK poet Tourettes. Seeing the 'cracked out' side of the central city. Inspired by riding past the rich casually rascist f#ckkkers who drank lattes and casually pulled out glass pipes on top of the graves of early immigrant state housing and now sit far enough away from the the stacked foriegn housing apartments to still have a wanky 'lol' about them (respresented by the red). I passed them by while having come from my labouring job, moving bricks and dirt dosed up on herbal highs and alot of the time a couple bourbons/formula44's down and ready for another 9 hour shift washing dishes for the same pricks. Sitting in the back thinking 'f#ck you fake c3nts" while they decide to go for theyre after work 'happy hour-weekly gossip-wine-wank'.
The dark grey landscape which rises up for the road is meant to represent the journey into the city from my Island home, the hooded city 'KKK' figure turning around is pointing out that you only enter the 'rascist gaze' when you enter the city. The dark clouds in the top left are from the bro Legal Money Mikes lyrics in 'demon fuzz' a rap ballad about the f#cked up city living life. Theres also the offer of crack from a child of the city, pictured outlined in white with a yellow flame on his lighter.
There is a skull beside the '345' for the dead and forgotten heroes of the region... who sit under the thoughts and minds of most who now inhabit the central city. The duality of the two kissing is for the sexual underbelly and prosistution which is ever sitting in between the rich-audi driving-latte lovers and the city center.
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