le bombe le lutte le catta
Nuclear redraws war. Illustrates a silent fart in a crowded elevator. Do we really want to drop on of those motherfuckers in here? The weapon of undesirable consequence. The aim is not just to get one lunatic through the impenetrable populations into the colonies to piss freely into the ocean.
Everyone still reckons the Belgian beer is safe to drink, but I am not so sure anymore. First the chips went sour then the beer. Here come the riots.
You with yourself against everyone. Join in the fight to save these precious undefendable battlers who are getting a rough deal. Underdogs. For the plastic bag that falls through mid street crossing holding milk and eggs. For the little doodles of hope and freedom in the corners of calenders as fond souvenirs of something untouchable and not yet a part of this great mess we are in together fucking it up for everyone. Never to confess to ourselves that what does not go into this mouth goes into another. To hold onto ego as god and when I go the world comes with me.