Saturday, July 25, 2015

Summer sting

Periodic beats measuring motion, quaking sensations violate structures fucked up with graffiti on the walls, testing them. The beat is the source, an overwhelming white noise; twisted omen for living in sin, at least for a while longer… when in summer!

This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around. Surprising need, welcome as flames of hell;) 

Demented condition, not waiting patiently as the prey does, but hunting as famished predators do… hunting for you;)

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