Καμια φορα οι εικονες προκαλουν χιλιες λεξεις. Καμια φορα οι λεξεις "φτιαχνουν" εικονες. Καποιες εικονες μπλεκονται τοσο πολυ με τις λεξεις, που δε μπορει κανεις να καταλαβει τι αρχιζει απο που...Και αυτο δεν ειναι καν τεχνη. Ειναι τεχνη στο παρα 5. Χ+Α.
My Long Arm Reaching Afar To the other side Of the big lake Grasping the world Engulfing the soul Of mischief and lies
My Long Arm Prefers to stay near by Few meters away Grasping gravel and dirt Whispering to the machines Inhaling the fog Exhaling rust And rotten flesh odor
My Long Arm Amputated every day Like the hydra reviving at night Staring into The neon light
This is According to a HeartBeat Coffee Breakfast U Coffee Breakfast U Coffee Breakfast U Coffee Breakfast U Coffee U U Coffee U U Coffee U U U U U U U U U U […silence…] Hush Fuck off You Know, where to find me…