Diary of the Parks J-12
The Feces are the evolution of "The Fleece Sleeps" in the sense of the Pokémon series, i.e. a stage evolved to the next degree of the same species.
Creation
What is my creation?
To create bridges spanning a river of metaphors and to interpret the movements of its bed in contact with the bathers who get wet in it
The Feces are the evolution of "The Fleece Sleeps" in the sense of the Pokémon series, i.e. a stage evolved to the next degree of the same species.
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
We have the opportunity to give our lives another meaning. This margin of freedom is called art. This is where Mr. Hyde comes to the aid of the frightened Dr. Jekyll...
Magnificent arrogance of an ordinary hero: Live to get hard and enjoy the world! "Suck it, this is my cock! Drink, this is my sperm! »
The preparation of the Fates is for me to live a whole life every day. It is to experience psychic death, so much one idea is dead to the next
It is human and tribal to have to be constantly reassured about one's membership in a community and the relative state of one's loneliness
Even if it is dangerous to understand it literally, the Amok is nevertheless a phenomenon on which the being in search of itself must lean
I have nothing to offer that will satisfy you perfectly. Come: to see. Leave: without saying anything. Think about it : whatever you want...