Philipp Orlowski

One day they found out the target wasn't real and they tapped around uncomfortably free and suddenly helpless. Looking at each other they started to make noise, like an ape who crumbled around on the moon and after weeks he met another monkey. Why? The question became a lifeform, something like a pregnant man, and with the arrogance of western civilisation he packed the two apes at their necks and blew a storm out his mouth. A storm of ages of human living and fighting each other with cheap tools and food from yesterday. The forever nothing around your little existence isn't guilty. It's just another invitation: "Come to our party, we'll give you unimportance" That's what partys are for. Useless humans in dirty relationships, take a drink, later we'll play a game. Fuck, smoke pot, get tired-this pain is your hunger for something else. give me some cheese for my little break, just bread is too dry. I've come from Acapulco, there they had a underwater race. The mouse has won, it had a yellow chest made of glass. I think it had some problems with its girlfriend, not it's best race but enough.