For Carlos
But then he said: “No, no, let it be fucked! Let the bombs rain down, Pulverize this shit. Let them be our final Catharsis, Cleansing: Let them purify us, Exalt us: Flense us of...
But then he said: “No, no, let it be fucked! Let the bombs rain down, Pulverize this shit. Let them be our final Catharsis, Cleansing: Let them purify us, Exalt us: Flense us of...
He looks; The world is not what he wanted but different: Another reality. Unsychronised, Oppressive nature bludgeons in from all sides “Freedom is illusion,” he tells himself; Reality expresses, desires and needs what he...