Novi_sad

IIC are International Internal Catastrophes. Our blood is on fire and all fire brigade services are on eternal strike. Your absence hijacked my smile. A shark is getting married to a whale inside a underwater high ceiling dom. We are all prisoners in our own dreams.

I know this path. We have again walked through it in July 2033 – southwest of Mars. Our borders should be revolving flames around our hearts. Physicists use signals from Physarum polycephalum to make music. Those who cannot listen to a song and break into tears are already dead. 1 village in 1 island.

Tragedy is the sperm of beauty, or beauty is the sperm of tragedy? Zebras are attacking the ocean! S.O.S – S.O.S – S.O.S. Music is the insanity of silence and love is the insanity of loneliness. TTVH are ”Tongue Tied Volcanic Hearts”. This is only the end of the beginning.

Music is our answer to death. Diesel, cherries, ice and strawberries. It’s the era of naked faces and there is no escape for anyone. Bombastic the twitching of heart at midnight + Robust the silence. The Yellow Wolf said that we only owe what we have never lived… Our mother’s surname is: FIRE

Have you ever thought that Music might be a trap? Step 19: The Rhapsody of Silence. These are only instructions on how to get your back up files together with you in the coffin. Does Munich really exists? Support your domestic and international tragedies, because you will die in happiness. Sun is Sun.

O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee… has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty… but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover, thou answerest them only with spring.