The streaming server will by down for another say 2 or 4 days. Nothing serious.
It’s twentyten, nearly eleven whereas this SELFBONDAGE was done almost two years ago. Can you imagine how deep the ropes are now after that years? Right. Deep in flesh.
Although I do not eat animals and all that things you usually see running before someone decide to knock it down, this kinda flesh is OK. Once it’s yours, then do what ever you like. Put it in the plastic bag, cut it as a ham, whatever.
If I obliged to describe what is this SELFBONDAGE about I would say it’s close to metal, sort of, with bits of self destruction, reminding of conceptual activism with social roots. It’s selfish, not looking at what others say, although this issue is always present no matter how you would like to get rid off it.
SELFBONDAGE, It’s personal, done for the pleasure of others.
(Get it on KLaNGundKRaCH)
your lappet loosing the rhythm.
Better get drunk or you won’t survive.
A couple, long Japanese horror like hair concealing every scurf of long face, half gravid men and woman kneeling in the metal cache.
The oil lamp giving enough light to see nothing.