Nap it.
Only one time. Unique. Not quite. There are more of them - far more. And then? Then what is? All or nothing...
Billy McKloski.
Are you ever gonna push me? Let me run and let me do.
I need it, and I'm ready, and I haven't got a clue.
Any track is turning, but the race is in my head.
I'm attacking the illusion, but the stopping drives me mad.
Pure. Ism.
Sometimes you want to see something that is absolutely pure. Without kinky teats. Classic. Beauty. And what is nicer than a cold beer?
Marcus & Mallroy.
Marcus and Mallroy are not in this picture. They are not in the car either. Or in another car. Not even in the trunk. They are somewhere else.
Sheet.
In the beginning was the sheet metal. Then the plastic came. Finally the cactus and at the very end the flower pot.
Pahari.
You are in the supermarket. You walk through the aisles, look at the food. And take a glass of Pahari with you indiscriminately.
Minutoides.
Strained, exhausted and tired. The halls are empty, the crowd has already gone home. You are back alone and still live on ecstasy.
Terricolor.
You don't trust anyone. Your gaze goes backwards and you know exactly that you are being looked at. But you don't care anymore.
Sorella.
The light comes from below. It shines on you. And you feel well-being, peace and relaxation. Nevertheless, you know that Sorella lives in you. Indomitable.
Spretus.
You see your inner self. And you know that you wear a uniform in classic life. A uniform that doesn't show you. And has nothing in common with you.
Platythrix.
Outrageous. It is outrageous. But why get upset? Excitement releases your inner energy. And this is how you feel when you are outraged.
Beybienkoi.
You walk down the aisle. Everything is abandoned. Nobody is here. You breathe in and out. The dust grinds under your soles and you feel insecure.
Latinota.
Then you will find the room. Suddenly. You look around. You try to remember every detail. And you feel that you are not alone.
Langoalata.
Then you stand in front of a flight of stairs. Or down. Every step. Exciting. You inhale the scent. And you feel that someone is approaching.
Polonica.
The big room overwhelms you. Every part of my body is tense. You are sure that someone was here. The traces are obvious. And still this scent ...
Sinica.
Below. Where it all started. You hear sounds, sometimes a soft creak. You know what was here before. Something completely different. Something big.
Radiata.
There is more to see. More to explore. But you know that your time is over. You have to keep going. And take this fragrance with you. Until the next encounter.
