Novi_sad

Spring is the summer with its underwear and the universe is more like music than matter. Pink bears roaring and KGB’s Psychotronics proved that silence could be a very powerful tool. The bpm of absolute silence is infinity and people are still friends.

Hugs are truesome. The winter silence in a forest. I love you means that I remember you from another world more beautiful. OK? Craniums in flames are essential to realize a forehead kissing riot. Mrs psychology likes the piano without the keys.

You are an accident, too. Is there any quality in anguish? The world is for hearing and not for beholding. Firing a gun once or twice makes it a novelty. The face of a mother when she borns her baby is not accidental. Do you remember?

Oxygen is transmitting violence. When you say no, I want you more and you know it and I know that you know it… The Arktos whispered that only those who can love, can hurt somebody. And look! These antennas! The flags of loneliness!

Where do you believe to? And what is “believing”? And why you are afraid to stay alone? Is yourself that boring? We could avoid millions of heart attacks by not living like sharks in the belly of their mother, where they are eating each other.

The walls you build to avoid sorrow are the same which hide the joy. Music tranforms agony to a spontaneous and colourful valley. Volcanic drones, balkan powder and an orchestra of missiles. She was wearing exclusively Christian Louboutin shoes.