oOkPoLd

The storm keeps me in one place apparently with no reason. Its wind is so powerful and heavy pushing my shoulders in four ways. The dog has to come. My eyes are against the wind pulling out my last bit of color. The pain in my body is sweet. The scream from my neck is sweet and mute. All the noises were already assassinated.
The dog has to come. Is it me or the dog?

rUpJid

A beautiful beast ripped my face when I was a child. I couldn't breathe properly and healthy because of the damage.

When I needed a great power to confront a danger the scar transformed me in a great eat-stupid-monsters thing.

Even though I am ugly and hungry I love the dead sky, stoned smiles, the mute birds, the smelly drops of clear water and the humans... sleeping.

tPeM

Again the floor talked when I moved in my night dream.

I get this feeling that is necessary to dive. It's a damn floor, but it doesn't matter in that darkness and in that bizzare night. So I move back to see myself, to see if I'm capable. The moment I move my other me, he looks right back at me and swallows every bit... I woke up here keyboarding this.

the mud from our mouths

after Razor... I kept wandering... why the madness? well, because I have to sketch it for yOu.