Level 2.

Storey Art.

Level 2.

31/7/22

Level 2.

Cut the love out of my taste. And walk away. I can feel them scratching their way inside. Assuming my calculations are correct. I don't think you would look at me for all the diamonds in the world.

I went for a walk up the park. “It might be too late but we can try something here.” “Do you wanna get a juice?” “Yeah sure how much is that?” “50p man.” “Cool.”

I dived into the river. “Cmon dive in!” We played for about half an hour. And then decided to get ourselves home. When we were walking back I gazed up, I thought of some leadership looking up at that flag. “Find me a good girl?” I hit my friend on the arm. “I don't need no violent summer.” I started to run and my friend started to run after me.

We got ourselves home. “It’s some heatwave this summer isn’t it.” “I'm so sick of feeling, I'm unhappy.” I heard out the window. “The compressors ready.” I looked down and said “Awwh that…” “Do you wanna load it up?” “Yes I think we can make this work.” We sat on the sofa and played away. “We need to be extra sure…” “Despite your setback it’s not too late.” “You see me in chains!” “Plasma gun!”

“Bring em to my door and let em in!”

“Young and unimpressed.”

“Sick.”

“This is quite the summer isn't it?”

“It’s cool that you’ve got that statue.” “Can you pull it out.” “I can barely catch my breathe man. But there it is.” “Hmmmm…”

“There’s gold.”

“In chains.”

“In chains.”

“In chains.”

Arran Storey.

Digital Photograph.

4096 x 2730