New MSK crew wall painted in Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Risky, Wane, Sever
The Seventh Letter
Shea Cote 2011
Cross Processed Motherfucks. Leave the rest up to me.
Photo by: sheacote
St. Augustine is fucking haunted. Its the Devils town. First breakout of exorcisms. And Danny’s Bed. Read it.
Photo by: sheacote
I love expired film, dust, cracked scanner glass, and the abandoned suburban lots of St. Petersburg, Florida.
Photo by: sheacote
And San Diego, running around through paths in the sandy mountainside,
I take this photo. It represents to isolatation and secrecy of these paths.
Hobo camps, drug spots, all perfect for viewing the giant cliffside mission below.
Clicking down the hill towards me as I am catching a mediocre tag on a rough surface with the wrong choice of utensil. I met a skateboarder.
He offered to smoke a joint with me. We smoked out of a crack pipe. He asked me if I like kissing boys.
He said he wasn’t gay, and that he never tried it.
It was getting dark, I left.
