Jails are always meant for the most free birds…
I was there…and I was free like a deer Hunter,
you just need a couple of candles to get a place to die for.
I have always been a narcissist when it comes to showing off my ignorance…
but it always felt strange after each time I sounded more like my father in moments of premature ejaculations.
Love has been a dog…a dog which you can’t see in the sunset horizons,
I still stroll down the industrial part of this city and I still find fire among those blowing chimneys and inaudible symphonies.
I don’t believe in inspirations through art…I believe in destruction through it,
a mad, limitless destruction…
People in jails believe that too.
My pals, my buddies…my sinners with whom I can share my biggest farts.

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Photograph: Google.