Mental vomit came on the bus and I decided to share it.
I've got this fascination for pretty souls in broken bodies, weathered figures, weirdos. Not the dark people. But the fascinatingly bizarre. The unusual ones that render a good vibe. That shower you with good energy and dress in strange costumes and put up a show because their lives are a never-ending performance. They've become the characters they set themselves out to be. They've built accents and names and they create their own realities as they go. I like them. I like them because they're in control. Because they couldn't care less about money and success. They live out the night as if it were a precious ephemeral thing, which it is, but they actually make you sense it. Pretty little souls in tattoed' up bodies and vintage clothes. Cosmic souls, characters. Non-conformists. Performers. Easy-goers.