How To Descretly Hack Into Somebody's Webcam

Food of the Gods

1. Drafts

noises around created a music that mimicked the sacred lines. A cosmic divine emanation invades the forest as the hot breath of a sleeping beast and look of a deer to leave his crippled forest. The sun on a foggy, icy landscape, stands in the middle of any one moment. A moment feverish and yet fleeting quite sufficient. In the past, I probably wanted to run after the wind that passes for body and soul with him. Now I know that without me he would not, because I'm already an inseparable part!

2. In grazing

I wanted to become a victim of my gods to hear and yet am I not myself one of those gods who need prey? But there were only two solutions, either I offered myself as food, or waiting to be crazy enough that someone advised me to go see a shrink. Then I truncated my being, I changed my look and she finally have fun in FIG.

3. Zéphir 

Maintenant, les yeux sur l'horizon, au milieu d'une rangée de travailleurs sans emploi, entre une histoire de soumission et de leadership, il y a une allégorie de l'échec.  Et, je lui demande si un artifice ne vaut mieux pas qu'une désillusion.  Les souvenirs qui nous maintiennent se transforment avec nous et nous n'avons encore rien fini.  Pour réponse Zéphir se leva de son antre silencieuse et fit chanter les odeurs.   

4.  La route & le chien errant

The road stretches into the sky that reflects black tar wet. It takes place gradually as we advance. Barriers vanish when they arrive at our height and the last line of the landscape to emerge. The stray dog sleeping on a sidewalk in the midst of indifference, he may dream of a game with another dog rather than having to fight for a few leftovers. ; I walk towards the horizon and don 't see a draft still alive.

Eric Guenther, 01/011, bxl, BE.
Write to the exposure of Allys Francis: A story of disappointment at Wiels, bxl, BE.

>>>