for the whole world to see
One day while staring out of a coffee shop window i realized that i wasn’t there anymore.
phew, all the articles I’ve read lately about industrialized food production is – softly spoken – a fuck in mother natures ass . . .
there was so much in the air . . .
I couldn’t even get mad at this fellow for doing this abso-fuckin-lutely ignorant move . . .
You wake in a quiet ocean of white 800 thread count. The garage door squeals like laughing dolphins as your husband begins his commute to work . . .
some sort of series – an annual one . . .
the sun went down in Iceland today but the women kept dancing around the fires the reds
a small, hip town on the verge of getting over-saturated by hip people is a good example how America can be great again . . .
why don’t all the self-titled ‘worried European citizens’ go and fuck themselves?
once while milling around a small town looking for coffee
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’ . . .
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 . . .
I had one of the best sleeps last night, when I woke and my dick felt slightly hot and itchy . . .
I sold my blood plasma for over four years to fund my love for alcohol and cigarettes, now I look like a heroin junkie . . .
Lieven Symaeys. photographer. from Belgium. inside the Congo . . .
life’s a cycle. we play when we’re young. we play, before we die . . .