for the whole world to see
500 horses pulling violently an aluminum shell through gray days of mid summer depression.
every here and then i visit a city near-by or far away and check into a motel, bring a bunch of beer cans and order pizza.
Randy is a raging alcoholic, who quit drinking about two years ago. since then he’s trying hard to survive by smoking a lot of pot . . .
the holidays from a different perspective with a disposable camera . . .
I’m sitting at the bar – overlooking the Pacific Ocean – contemplating and wondering pint after pint…
tbc . . .
we felt committed, we felt brave and this time we didn’t miss Mt. Loki by 10 kilometers . . .
phew, all the articles I’ve read lately about industrialized food production is – softly spoken – a fuck in mother natures ass . . .
I couldn’t even get mad at this fellow for doing this abso-fuckin-lutely ignorant move . . .
would you write an article about a lost pen? we do!
so we’ve been blaming the 90s a couple of weeks ago and it’s time to pick the topic up again . . .
this photo post got as gray as possible, naturally . . . a 60s-‘city in a city’
a pretty insane poem to pump up your Saturday night . . .
I had a break-through experience with a (not so-)little mushroom . . .
a small, hip town on the verge of getting over-saturated by hip people is a good example how America can be great again . . .
we went on a most necessary, costly and radically mundane trip across the american continent . . .
why don’t all the self-titled ‘worried European citizens’ go and fuck themselves?
according to the National Geographic (1985) the cocaine demand goes up towards Christmas/New Years- if that’s not something to look forward to . . .
how much internet can we (ab)use to lift / boost ourselves into a somewhat popular existence?
about the love of a man and his exotic bird . . .