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;)