Imperfect, unpolished, inhabited, because nobody knows what’s up your alley. Because on summer days hot and intense givesout headaches. So you wander down the streets, between cars and pavement, sipping cokes and subways, where is the hitchhiker. Where is the adventurer, the one to uncover depth, the candlelight and incense. Because nobody told you: black is perfectly imperfect —— as blue and red. They forgot to mention you don’t need trails, wild and savage suit you well. Raw and carnivore, appetite of a hundred men. Unleash the fury and love, untie chains and live it all. —— You don’t need anybody
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 00:15:59 +0000
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