The boys from the dump is a stone thrown to a shop window, a cry full of tears and anger that disconnects the wires and cracks the highways: We are the Boys of the dump, and we're not here to recite poetry, we come to shoot it.
Via JGT
jueves, 12 de junio de 2014
The basement on fire
They've been part of us for so long they no longer are objects or tools, but extensions of ourselves, for which we feel as we do for our legs or arms.
Alive, not so much as autonomous, they suffer affections as they are affected by oxidation.
Via Vidas de papel
miércoles, 11 de junio de 2014
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