Warehouse Life Episode VI: Contact

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Twentysomething breaths down under the Queensboro Bridge, where the Island Kingdom swirls into homogenous obscurity, ugly florescent lights are flickering on and off, on and off like swaying cigarette lighters at a classic rock concert, at a sold-out arena, the steel ceiling gushing tears of unrequited rust as a lone guitar shrieks, as a double bass drum pummels itself to…