This is not a fake.

I leave to new lands by boat inside where old men smoke cigar with far away looks, and the rocking sound comes again and again and I wish to speak my mind, but I can't, there is just a distant shore and beyond a forest, an old city with rusty buildings, hard lives doing labor, making babies, and some light shines at the center.

I am not in love, boats are better than women.

God or Nukes?

Who do you trust more: Avocado or tofu?

My first teacher.

Goodbye wasted once was, some time ago, I lost you in a storm, you fell and my head hurt, I wandered down an empty road, no signs of life, no signs at all, I left you then when I turned up the hill, to the cold and fog that burned, there was a survival time for a crazy world, and below manic subdued, buses every minute, and the horror of constant advertizement, the shadows between the homes and the yards, then a nursery for plants, it was like nothing else.

How to overcome your fears!

Everything is better if you learn a few moves.

The kingdom of normal is nazi.

This is war.