Despicable me;)

There, we pay the price of countless memories intertwined with knowledge, experiences and emotions. They exist dissolved in absinthe carrying our bodies and all edges of the brain to the chasm of their capacities. A clear thought comes to light, created from a fraction of a tiny fraction creating another whole… we know things, and we are despicable to the ruin!

It’s wrong, but it feels so fucking good;)

Out there, people live in the shadows of what we do!