for the whole world to see
why don’t all the self-titled ‘worried European citizens’ go and fuck themselves?
once while milling around a small town looking for coffee
according to the National Geographic (1985) the cocaine demand goes up towards Christmas/New Years- if that’s not something to look forward to . . .
loneliness, an existential fear; to be separated from all other humans and social stimulations . . .
how much internet can we (ab)use to lift / boost ourselves into a somewhat popular existence?
‘get in touch with your dark side and take some frightening shadow shots’ . . .
we’ve searched through the Internetz, kept our eyes close to the ground and couldn’t find a trend – we, the trend-setters . . .
about the love of a man and his exotic bird . . .
a shorty-short-story about the apocalyptic consequences of ignorance and conscious denial – welcome to the end . . .
inspired by Americas triumphal elections, I did some thinking about (Mc)Donald(Trump), aliens, flying, borders . . .
and Utopia does exist! in form of communities that encourage hitchhiking between places . . .
I had one of the best sleeps last night, when I woke and my dick felt slightly hot and itchy . . .
edible food, that would go to waste gets a second chance in a grocery store 2.0 in Leipzig, Germany . . .
Welcome to the parallel universe inside youself, the place you go when your mind goes mad.
2016 tree planting spring & summer season in British Columbia, Canada . . .
Queen and Bathurst representing the North American Dream . . .
I sold my blood plasma for over four years to fund my love for alcohol and cigarettes, now I look like a heroin junkie . . .
we’re back, after more than a year of crawling through this dirty world to generate a massive amount of input to put it out here for your curiosity – you little scum-bag.
we hit the streets, thumbs up, down the road – portraying people, who give us a ride! welcome to new adventures and undiscovered path . . .
at the height of the summer – through the heat of the moment – a little poem, just for you . . .