He clanked down the sidewalk beside East Grand Blvd. His armor was handcrafted from discarded urban debris. As he spotted me he left the sidewalk and began to walk down the middle of the street muttering to himself in a charming schizophrenic way. His hands had blades jutting out between the knuckles. Some looked fake, like tin foil wrapped around plastic, but one was a hefty metal shank.
Detroit Needs a Hostel: Step One – Announcing the Dream
SL i believe in hostels and love and share this idea! i was in alaska over the summer and the juneau hostel made my...
Hello Detroit Metblogs, and thank you for the opportunity to share me with you.
dissertation I liked this post very much as it has helped me a lot in my research and is quite interesting as well....
Detroit Census Triplication
Mollika* I had to return a fourth survey. I am representing the non-Doctor Indian population of Detroit :0)
likwidshoe It’s all about representation, not funding. Detroiters needs to lose the entitlement mindset.
10 Critics Detroit + Electronic Music Museum
Mollika* I think my husband is pretty clever. I didn’t see the second room, but I did notice the ceiling in the...
I love the picture. Space wear may become the next industry in our city :0) It is green.