When people start thinking about you, it’s to figure out how to torture you, and nothing else. The bastards want to see you bleeding, otherwise they are not interested.
Louis-Ferdinand Celine. Journey To The End Of The Night.
All our idols are gone, all our friends are strangers, these days we find ourselves in the company of insane ballerinas and broken angels. They don’t need what we have to offer, they don’t offer what we need, the only thing we have in common, they only thing we share, is this city, we share the irrational love, hateful rejection, wonderful nights, twisted days, uncontrolled bleeding and screaming, always screaming. Sometimes there’s no escape, we find ourselves driving through this city, it’s beautiful, but this city has no dreams.
Motorville (is an army)