All what I see are colours. The blood flowing to my brain is infected with unknown substances. The streets are full of letters with the name of the persons who are as ill as I. I suffer from itch, I sweat and shiver and my nostrils become multicoulour. I think this is hopeless, because it makes you be sick you and hooks as the most powerful drug. This is why i feel the unceasing of sharing my illness with some others affected.
I suffer evil the day I not have my dose and upon inhaling the steams everything becomes calm. In my delirium I can see the most beautiful hallocinations, they change colour, vibrate and make me shudder with pleasure and creative eagerness.
It is about the eternal contradiction; like when you scratch and scratch yourself and actually you are just making the wound bigger. It becomes pain and it is then that you take the decision to commit the crime. How long ago since the last time? I love the smell of the first stroke; it is touch of the needle on the skin, the first puff, the first sip. I know that there will be another one, and another one more, colours, aerosol clouds. I decide where my name goes. This night is going to be a great a night, I am going to be free again, because today a part of mine will come out and will be reflected on the most difficult surface. This is my dose of adrenaline. I like destroy everything, to act without been seen.
We will cover everything! Each place, each empty space of each city. Although many people hate us for beeing different, you even will have to be like us if you want to understand us.
This is my passion, but also my addiction!