LAST CHANCE she said, we fucked up while the last train was moving away we made a call and sat on the floor we enjoy a unique night that will be our last chance(x3) she said, they are late but every minute was a present while i looked bashfully at the sky that car arrive made us lose our …. last chance (x3) This isn't another nice love song never had a beginning never had a end I Swore i swore that I wouldnt play again to that stupid game of the hidden intentions I promised myself I promised myself that I wouldn't be so hard (o would never) to say something so simple after many years after some affairs I learned to not being obsess in something so overrated

DROWNED that storm in my mind it doesn't stop growing twisted memories threateningn no to leave more than a weirdo i'm a broken kid trapped in a loop where there is no exit door They say that i'm drowned in a small glass of water But my eyes can see through the curtains a very desolate landscape my ears transform the silence in the most sad of the melodies and then i have a vision of a frightening future then i scream Why leave my shelter? these walls are strong enough fear awaits me outside to laugh at me again and again When the earth trembles I hope someone holds my hand When the walls are shattered I hope someone holds my hand when the last light goes out I hope someone holds my hand when the universe collapses I hope someone holds my hand i want to scream They say that i'm drowned....

A story by Jacques Mady, co-written by Justin Tanks Synopsis Somewhere in time Luis Prince sits alone in his recently purchased flat, watching various tellings of chaos and gore on his television. Luis lives in a state of complete isolation, and apart from his deep childlike tendencies from time to time,he now has nothing else to sink into at this stage of life but the 7 screens that broadcast paid nonsense in his living room. And today, these screens are selling him something. An advertisement comes on the screens offering Luis freedom. A corporation titled “Free Your Mind Lib-A-Dee-Dop-Doo” offering a sort of screen therapy. Promoting freedom from all the screens in his life, and potentially freedom from his internal misery as well. On the screen a literal commercial pimp attempts to sell Luis this dream of being released from the daily mind-numbing nothingness. Halfway through the cheesy ad filled with gimmicks, Luis’ 7 screens are all cut off. A message from the Registration Ministry, displaying a message that demands Luis get registered in order to continue to watch the programming. Luis grabs his belongings, including a pillow from his childhood stained from years of use, and heads out the door. Out in the world, sidewalks and streets are replaced by thick tropical trees and dense foliage, as Luis makes his way through the outdoor jungle of the world. As he attempts to make his way to the registration building he loses his way and tries to ask for help. All of his fellow fashion forward citizens, resembling birds, and exotic animals have no chance of understanding him. They crawl out of his way, squawk and make strange noises in response, as we see that Luis has also lost a basic form of communication with those who surround him. Here in the foreign landscape that luis calls home he see a familiar face. The ad man from the television earlier, now dressed differently. After approaching him, the ad man relieves Luis’ burdens by certifying his registration papers and handing him a brochure, once again advertising the Corporation from before. Luis stands alone in the empty forest. After getting home, luis calls the number, the voice on the other line already knows his name, and sends someone over to pick up him up. At the door is a little boy, who reminds Luis greatly of himself when he was younger. He places a few tropical palm leaves over his face and transports him to the facility, where Luis is left alone. At the facility Luis is greeted by a receptionist with caked on layers of makeup, from there Luis goes through a series of hallways, directed by the voice of head of operations at the facility, Lucie Reapsid. Luis places on the facility robes, takes his pillow with him, and enters his patient room. Unknown to luis he is watched during his rehabilitation by doctors John Shed and Marco Vani. At the beginning of his stay, Luis attempts to show signs of growth and improvement, a lie he tells himself. Marco watches Luis intensely through a different arrangement of 7 screens as Luis falls into his decent, and unbeknownst to Marco, he is watched by John and Lucie. The two spiral further and further down the rabbit hole, as Luis deals with his new form of suffering, losing his pillow and having a nightmare that seems to cryptically tell of his demise. Marco falls through a similar decent as he watches Luis suffer through his screens, and as he is seemingly lead by his teammate John Shed to continue. After Luis’ complete spiral in to what seems like a suicide of the soul, the patient room is empty, John runs into the room to find the patient and has no luck. Marco never leaves his screens. The camera moves back from Marco’s view to show a tv show, continuing the story that just unfolded. Keys jingle as a familiar voice welcome’s Luis to his brand new flat. The same flat of Luis’ from before, currently unfurnished. We recognise the Ad Man as he turns on the TV for Luis, making sure Luis makes himself at home.

ABSTINENCE I stopped being no one I stopped being no one I was that girl who ran through dead streets in a forbbiden direction insane is a generic word uncontrolled is more appropriate Could you see how our world shrink? Could you feel how your heart shrink? Abstinence.... from the strongest drug Isolation..... from a secret love I'm exhausted I can't rest anymore How Could This Happen To Me? I stopped being no one I stopped being no one I was that girl who died abandoned In the city of contempt Now I'm just a cancer spreading through your conscience Could you see how our world shrink? Could you feel how your heart shrink? i cant calm this abstinence …. from the strongest drug isolation..... from a secret love

if hope was patience if trust was blind we would be a proof that love isnt a lie but you know that ….my dear something was wrong between us if our desire was burning if experience wasnt wise we would be together until the end of time but you know that ….my dear something was wrong between us Im ready to dissapear Im ready to keeping silent if fear wasnt real if losing didnt have a price i would be like a mouse in the claws of a cat but you know that ….my dear something was wrong between us I will be a betrayer I will be a coward I m older than you But you know that i m like a child Please someday forgive me... my dear Cause i havent courage to say good bye to say good bye Im ready to dissapear Im ready to keeping silent

fotografía, experimental, minimalista, street photography

HIS OWN APOCALYPSE Cruel and dark institution of hell With walls and floor full of battle marks There is where that man lost so much ... he is not use to feel sorry for himself now he is stronger than steel he was able to survive his own apocalypse the night brings - a devastating - loneliness The day does . not bring - anything hopeful the beginnings - are not - a path of roses he doesnt care . nothing was - easy in his life now he is -harder - than diamond he was able - to survive -his own apocalypse Like - a rolling dice Is that how it works lose win restart what tomorrow holds? Like a rolling dice Is that how it works lose win restart what tomorrow holds?

DROWNED that storm in my mind it doesn't stop growing twisted memories threateningn no to leave more than a weirdo i'm a broken kid trapped in a loop where there is no exit door Why leave my shelter? these walls are strong enough fear awaits me outside to laugh at me again They say that i'm drowned in a small glass of water But my eyes can see through the curtains a very desolate landscape my ears transform the silence in the most sad melodies and then i have a vision of a frightening future then i scream when the light goes out I hope someone holds my hand when the universe collapses I hope someone holds my hand i want to scream They say that i'm drowned....

Single de Tuxedo, 2019.

Foto por Ashley Rose Dudé, entre arrojarme sin remordimientos a un precipicio de improperios impropios, o masticar resabios en bucle. Opté por ninguna de las dos opciones. A mano encontré, como otras veces, el bol de las palabras desacostumbradas; en cuanto a naufragios cohabitacionales, soy más del verbo desaforado, de atragantarme de consonantes como de palomitas. Total, para qué emplear en vano mala baba y nervios, si la nada conduce a nada, y está más que demostrado que uno sólo existe en cu