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Video: Will Smith

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Was @kingjames custom Tie Dye @travisscott x @nike #AirForce1 ’s the top sneaker of the summer 👀 gifted from @djclarkkent ✔️ 📷: @brkicks

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🇯🇵 #FoundInTransition • memories + places 💜

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Some low grimy action for ya Wednesday! How low can you go? And no we don’t mean physically, we mean morally. Probably not as low as us. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Bokaine’s a hell of a drug and war’s hell. You’re officially enlisted, welcome to the fam! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ↟ Featured Dealer | @nelson_shots ↠ Selected by | @rosshatton ↠ Tag | @bokainewarz #bokainewarz •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ↠ If you like what you see, remember to go show your support and follow the featured artist! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• The Bokainewarz 👑🎳 @shotzbycarity @wanderwithwallace @rosshatton @claytoncorners •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 👇Go check out our alliance👇 @au shooters @street ninjas @reflection junkiez @dof addicts •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• #bw_nelson_shots •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• #gramslayers #depthobsessed #nightphotography #rsa_night #ourmoodydays #urbanandstreet #ig_killerz #creativeoptic #bokeh_shotz #leagueoflenses #strangertonez #shotz__fired #bokehcity #visualgrams #depthdiscovered #epicimagez #streetshared #heatercentral #eclectic_shotz #streetmobs #tonekillers #all2epic #ourstreetdays #globalnightsquad #street_ninjas #urbanromantix #night_owlz #bokehobsessed

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Creating with light in the dark ... 💫 #nights_dreamworld —————————————- First time capturing the Milky Way- I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It’s humbling... puts you right into your place.... A minute, energetic spot in our beautiful Universe. In frame: @ejimmy3 —————————————

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Still not really sure what the point of the Vessel is besides looking cool for photographs. Guess that’s all it takes, nowadays?

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📸 Slayed by: @w.why.studio Selection: @followjacks ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❗️CLICK THE LINK IN OUR BIO TO DOWNLOAD OUR LIGHTROOM PRESETS! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Be a part of our growing community! 🔥Use #Visualslayers for a chance to be featured! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ #homekong #cityphotography #urbanandstreet #gramslayers #trappingtones #visualgrams #eclectic_shotz #streetmobs #all2epic #urbanaisle #globalnightsquad #shotzdelight #visualambassadors #loaded_lenses #epicimagez #clickcity #leagueoflenses #tonesbox #createandcapture #cityunit #citylife #classifiedmind #streets_vision #citykillerz #thevisualgrams #night_owlz

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There are two types of travelers. Those that move hard and those that hardly move - A.Flo

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In a city that (almost ) never sleeps. 🌃⁣ ⁣ Talking about sleep, I think I actually need more snooze time. 😂😴

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Flying. A new experiment 💡 This gem is sitting on my drive for a while now. Tweaking it like a real nerd🤓 Hope you like my edit👍 Comment if you want to see the original shot taken by @obalage You guys keep it cool 🤙 . . . #pulse #neonlights #neonglow #neonlife #levitation #welevitate #levitate #floating #illgrammers #motionimage #stillmotion #cinemagraph #cinemagraphs #gif #livingphoto #flixel #ikozosseg #ilovebudapest #budapestnight #ig_hungary #ig_magyarorszag #momentsinbudapest #nosmallcreator #visualcreators #globalnightsquad #urbanshutter #night_owlz #shotzdelight #gramslayers #fatalframes

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Aviate _ Hey hey hey! I’m back from my very long, very unannounced hiatus! Sorry I’ve been a bit off-the grid. Now that I am less sick, I’ll be back to shooting in the city! _ _ _ 2019/07/16

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Hong Kong noir pt. II

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Reflect 📷

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Shanghai From The Sky! 🔥🔥🔥 - - Tag someone that should see this shot! 😱 - - Photo By: @takahirok0220 #Lordsofnight Please take a moment and check out the artist tagged on the photo. 👤 . . For a chance to be featured Make sure to Follow @lordsofnight And tag us in your Night Photography. . . And Remember please use our hash tag in order to support our page. . . . . #Nightshooters #NightShooterz #Night_Owlz #RSA_night #GlobalNightSquad #thedarkpr0ject #Visual_Creatorz #night_captures #ManipulationTeam #nightshot #nightview #nightlights #nightscape #nightsky #nightphotography #nightphoto #nightphotografy #nightphotos #photographyofnight #nightvibes #urbannightphotography #nightphotogrphy #NightPhotographypro #nightphotographers #nighttimephotography #NightPhotographyworkshops #Urbanromantix_5000 #Urbanromantix

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feature: @m.visuals Selected by: @demas Tag your own night shots with for a chance to be featured! --- Squad: @demas @gareth hayman --- Alliances: @urbanandstreet @uk shooters ---

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feature: @alvaroggr97 In frame: @zero arw Selected by: @demas Tag your own night shots with for a chance to be featured! --- Squad: @demas @gareth hayman --- Alliances: @urbanandstreet @uk shooters ---

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Wish you were here.

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Dear humanity, Can you finally separate your goddamn garbage? Thank you.. w/ @matthias_photographyy

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Just the two of us against the big blue world? I'll take those odds - A.Flo

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They drowned the night in art - made the city their personal canvas to keep the self-righteous away. When you're slayin' demons the last fuckin' thing you need's a Jiminy hangin' on your shoulder while you're fightin' for your life. Save that shit for the day daddy-o. The night belongs to the sinners - A.Flo

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No matter how far she went or how fast she got there, she always stayed rooted - true to her past and even truer to her future. She wasn't exactly sure how she'd get there this time, she only knew she'd be there soon - A.Flo

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The night St. Michael was murdered the underworld went into a blood frenzy - a spinning top hopped up on PCP, ricocheting through the quavering streets - bashing everything and everyone in sight with little regard for the morning commute. An omnipresent amber haze clung to every sleeveless limb of darkness like a widow clings to the last shirt her husband ever wore. Panic spread like masturbation shame through a church choir on Good Friday. Who the fuck was gonna protect the protectors if the protector of the protectors had no protection? The imponderable suddenly became the ponderable to the perplexed. Every question was answered with two more questions. Three with a little alcohol. Faith took the last train outta Penn Station, its cell phone left ringing at the edge of the platform - with only a guardian for the homeless with a cart full of sandwiches left to answer it. He said faith wasn't taking calls or placing any but he'd be happy to leave a message. The caller hung up with a gunshot. Blake Belliard had twenty four hours to find a suspect and twenty two hours to live. You don't earn the nickname "Short Change" without a little panache - A.Flo

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Shot down every star - only left the moon and the sun, let it all come undone, just for fun, on the run, thieves in the night, outta their minds and outta sight, feenin' for truth - throwin' knives like daggers just to get to the root. Toward what end? Don't matter, climb the ladder to the top, not for the view but for the chatter. Half-baked, the earth quaked beneath their ambition, Prohibition Era gods rose from the ashes, elevated their status to the rafters, two steps past the sweet hereafter. Gazed into the void but it never gazed back, on the attack, so whack, no lack of scruples - these are just the facts ma'am, don't give 'em the evil eye, don't try to stop 'em, they ain't the enemy - despite the forty-four inch stack of felonies - A.Flo

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Barden had a halo but he was no fuckin' saint. Time was running out - fast. Revenge wasn't quite the absolution he'd sought - his ambitions were too high-minded for such a low act. But at least it was a start - A.Flo

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They whispered confessionals and hard truths through the deepest pitch of the witching hour. Only the London Planes and Honeylocusts bore witness and they held a century's worth of secrets in their skins - A.Flo

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Devour the darkness like I devour the saints in the grotto of St. Agnes. Hold it inside, bury it hostage 'til Helios cries in agony and shame - begs forgiveness - 'fore payin' the king's ransom for his impotence. Maybe we'll steal another night 'fore the day is through. Maybe we'll steal the light from the favorable few. Maybe. Maybe then god'll finally admit to his blasphemy - whisper to the dove at Bronze Cupola that it was all just a fuckin' joke with no punchline - A.Flo

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He'd played the game his entire life. She'd ravaged his body, tortured him beyond the acceptable limit, robbed him of his later years. She could be cruel, heartless, vindictive and fickle and in the same acrid breath - tender, magnanimous, inspiring and glorious. In those sixty minutes on Sundays and in the arduous hours leading up to them, she'd taught him more about love, perseverance, loyalty and brotherhood than any other experience. He loved her even if she never loved him back. He worshipped her even if she never merited a prayer. He sacrificed his life for her even though she never knew his name. He was grateful in ways poets could never describe. She'd prepared him for life in ways his parents had failed to, through no fault of their own. They weren't equipped. Only a goddess of man's selfish design could ever achieve that - A.Flo

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Intersecting lives - spin, atoms over bleeding asphalt, collide, meld, repulse; bonds crafted, destroyed, shards of light shot through faith's bubbling pool of darkness, souls reborn - love's tensile strength challenged in the spiritual car crash, meaning as elusive as the ghost of indecision; in the wreckage - reemerge, broken, but better, shadows of former selves - Soldiers of Desolation born of the furnace, molded by Sufferance' s cool cultivation. Limp forth, a sip of temperance - conviction's shifting fog the lone, underpaid guide. He is not gone, for He has never been. Accept this and you accept everything - A.Flo

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He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru, They're whisperin' his name through this disappearin' land But hidden in his coat Is a red right hand - Nick Cave

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There is no army more powerful than the written word - A.Flo

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Helter skelter, summer swelter, no shade, no rain, no fuckin' shelter. The sun ain't doin' no favors and we ain't askin' for any. Get your bearings son, 'fore you drown in the heat, moon's got vertigo, world's lost its feet. Pushers and pimps are feastin' on the minds of the blind and the gutless, Barden's cruisin' the boulevard in a '75 Cutlass, hard motherfucker - shots ring out, muzzle flashes bounce off the rearview mirror, it's The Strutters, close the shutters, they're seekin' names, not penance - bet your life it's a death sentence. PoPo's comin' lights and sirens, stop your cryin' - this ain't a game for the heartless - hallowed be thy shame, never say his name in vain, an eerie silence echoes in the starkness. It's the long night of the vampires, bonfires burnin' the dauntless at the stake - no room for flaunters or fakes - when the reaper comes you gonna be a victim or the fuckin' snake? - A.Flo

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There are worlds, levels of comprehension beyond what we conceive that can never be understood and mastered without failure and without pain. The sun whispers secrets through its amber splinters, strictly in the early morn and only to those with the audacity to listen - A.Flo

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Fortress by the Sea of Change, Ramparts buttressed with the bones of The dead A resolute wind whispers your scripture, Your tide pressin' against My shallows Lusty swirls Phantom sighs Aura liftin' the sand in a Brigade of dust devils Christenin' the mouth of a low lyin' cloud That's lost its speech and a way back to The future A squall born on the cleft of the horizon Claws its way toward the collective Conscience Chamber echoes capture your laughter in A cardboard prism, place it in the palm of My hand I hold it to my ear for a moment hypnotic Before sprinklin' it into the flickerin' eyes Of the sea - A.Flo

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They prayed beneath an incandescent sun to a God who died at the first sign of trouble, rhythmic murmurs, pilfered words, the long shadow of night clawing at their souls from beyond the wall of conscience, the scrap intense, masochistic. Warriors of Disrepair they surged into the Never Never without the promise of salvation and only the faint whisper of "honor" in the wind straddling their backs - A. Flo

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Life kicked ' em in the balls before kickin' 'em to the curb. Through it all he smiled that same uneasy smile - not 'cause he was ecstatic but 'cause he was insane, hangin' on by a thin fuckin' tether, bouncin' haphazardly in the itinerant wind - Ali circlin' Foreman in The Rumble. He wore his masochism like a fitted tux, black on black, sippin' the pain like a noble Chianti - the steep bend in his smile a rousin' fuck you, the whisper of "I'll die before I ever beg for mercy" echoin' through the steel canyons like Joshua's blazin' trumpets on PCP - A.Flo

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Love was rarely a word she uttered - and fuck if she ever did in private. It's not that she was down on it or stopped believing in its magnetism or its majesty. She could never be that specious or delusional. She just didn't believe the word itself captured the breadth or the sincerity of the feeling - at least not to her liking. And a heart sure as hell didn't capture its geometry. No. She saw love as a rusty, dull razor that hacked into us indiscriminately, hacked through bone, sinew, flesh, deep or not so deep into our very core - a primal surgeon that rearranged everything inside and - despite the blood and the pain - despite the layers of scar tissue it left in its wake, everything managed to somehow work better than it did before the incision. Love is a dull razor. She loved the sound of that. She loved the shape of that. More importantly she loved the feel of that - A. Flo

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Memory, like childhood, is fleeting - vaporous - moving through and around us like vespers under the arches in the Great Mosque of Córdoba - A.Flo

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She had so many facets, so many nuances, so many fuckin' mysteries. He loved to peel 'em away slowly, soakin' in the colors, the scents, the modulations of her persona - each level heightening the intrigue, his curiosity - ignitin' a fire in a far off corner of his consciousness he believed unreachable. She loved the twinkle in his mind, the feel of the callus on his hands across her skin - the smile on his lips when she awakened him with a kiss, his eyes still closed. She didn't give a shit about tomorrow or forever. Right now was all that mattered. Right now WAS forever - A.Flo

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They broke their bodies, their lives and lost 'em to make the world whole, so that others could sip from the chalice of freedom - or at least know that it exists and is worth fightin' and dyin' for. The elixir to dilute the prejudices that divide and stunt the growth of the human spirit, so the promises made by the forefathers nearly three centuries before would endure, spread and never drown in the shallows of ignorance - A.Flo

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A pastel dream lay crucified among the ruins, at the razor's edge, the city's promises a faint whisper evaporating into the restless horizon - a ghost story - a morality tale with no moral and no one left to listen. Even death was too ashamed to show her face in so destitute a valley. A solitary sparrow flew low, carrying the mandala in its beak, racing against time and memory through fortune's battered door, its wings swift, slicing through the belly of sorrow's wind, hurtling it deftly toward  transcendence - A.Flo

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