Babylon

Mushwooms Vertigo Sketch

Tavaf

Mannequins

Kami Outro

with the civilized flame of her kiss on my cheek, i can see through dark i believe. home gets stranger and strange gets warmer. fucking irony of nature or normals of moderns. where did i put my hands when lights have left us. i need to.

-i’m so tired of reading messed up minds of my generation. i may beg for a simple question and i promise, will say yes to anything.-

it hurts my fingertips, i can’t deny. sky full of clowns lady but why, why affection must be hidden by eyes. i am great at lying. all the walls of this town know that. -i told them.-

some random guy tells me that he can find weed for me if i want and some chemicals maybe. so this stoned walls were right. magnets work properly. fuck it! no one will believe me now. why would i tell truth then. knowing that limitation is fantasy, makes you silly, you said. i feel brilliant, so brilliant that i should buy a notebook and a pen and write these down. 

"the blind fake camera, the sick republic, the unions/money collectors, are you feeling it? you are the tool of the current idiotic trick of gods. they will open you up and fill with nonsense till you got full like a woman who cannot give birth to anyone, anymore. you know what they do to those woman, right? kiss their hands and lie and leave."

Robert Canvas