She went on holidays in an island with white sand beaches and she painted them all black in 4 days and 48 seconds, precisely. 4 Giraffes are playing the drums by holding 12 drum sticks in their teeth. We buried all the witnesses, we set ourselves invisible and then we died 3 times in the row.
We are sorry, but the present is being occupied by the past of the future. Av. Antarctica is ending at a yellow cemetery. Maximalism is Void + Void is Maximalism. Miracles are part of reality, too. How could a garden be deaf? Pigs, snails and hedgehogs are falling in love, too.
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
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