Summer cyclone.

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Getting even on this one. No sun can warm me, no fire can make me dance. Maybe this is all that I've got, maybe this is the end. Either way, I pretend like I don't give a fuck.

Halloween is my Christmas.


And sometimes I even go trick-or-treating. But not today. Today I stay at home try to spend some money ordering roller-blades on e-bay. It is a present for my little cousin who had his leg amputated last year.

1000 ways to stay timid.


We walk with smile and we chatter. We even hold our hands. Then suddenly, in an explosion of misunderstandings, we die.

Black flag blisters


New York DaVinci turning his career around. I use my legs to turn myself into a motorcycle. Godspeed.

Sailing down the cocaine river


With nothing to lean on but my gun. Sad moments, ecstatic flashes.