Are the best

afterfuck conversations.

Concerning what you love

Do everything without limitations

or don't do it at all.

Focus

Lisbon, Portugal

Truth be told (ix)

I do not trust people that don't like whisk(e)y.

Truth be told (viii)

I ask God to shield me from the anger of being alive.

Choosing sides

Paris, France

The party

if the party is good
there is room for everyone
even for the loners.

Truth be told (vii)

I'm in no mood for small talk.

On our way

Lisbon, Portugal

Truth be told (vi)

My mind scares the living shit out of me.

Demontalk

You spend a lifetime keeping the demons from being your voice.
But,
sometimes,
letting them speak
is the only way to be heard.

Nature and

New York, United States of America

Closing time

And so the deed is done

settled,

signed,

certified

and if

the devil is six, no god

is gonna let it come to seven.

So I lay my Armani down,

pour myself a twelve year

old Ballantine's

pure malt, a single stone

and ponder:

how's it come to this?

(this being the end of something)

no, not "how's it come to this"

inasmuch as

"what to do with it now?"

that monolith, closed building.

The higher you climb, the

more to see. And none

of this makes sense.

And it really comes to this,

doesn't it?___: what to make of

it all. What's the purpose

we served?

What brands you

WatermanMontblancGuinnessVigorSonyPumaNikeAsicsAudiCompalSagresAppleArmani(workinprogress)

Eat your heart out

Madrid, Spain

Spring

I run on life.

Seasons

Cafe Nation, Antwerp, Belgium

The letting go

soon now the phone will ring for you
someone will say that you are dead
and dead you will be but not death
nor the voice on the other side will
have killed you

only I will do that. I will let you die
no sooner than I'll have to, no sooner
than I'll need to, no sooner than I'll want to.

You may die before of after death comes
for you
but not when she wants it
no sir, not so, not like that. Not death
dealing all the cards. She will not tell me
when you die. Only some voice on the other side
will say so but not true.

For you will die before or after that moment
death comes but not before I let you go.

300 (or the Gloom)

Brugge, Belgium

23

there is no one at twenty three.