Mute warriors 

Exploring the epiphany

Nobody knows how to kill you.

You drink hell lot of a whiskey and play with colour tubes…

You smoke a cigarette and win a verse from nowhere.

you put your brutal soul on celluloids and make some blazing movements…

You sleepwalk on dying cities and become a rockstar.

You and I, we are the lucky ones.

We can only be killed by ourselves.

But till then lets just accept these isolations,

and make disappearing infinities.

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Painting: Job klijn.

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