THE YOUNG BRAVE TAKES A TOMAHAWK AND CUTS OFF HIS OWN LITTLE FINGER. SOMEWHERE SOMETHING DIES AND SOMETHING WAS BORN. THERE ARE MANY GOOD ROADS TO HEAVEN AND ALL OF THEM ARE HIDDEN. WHAT IS BEAUTIFUL IS NOT GOOD, WHAT IS GOOD IS NOT BEAUTIFUL. WHEN THE WORLD IS UPSIDE DOWN, YOU CLIMB ON THE CEILING JUST TO GET YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT. SOMEWHERE SOMEONE CUTS THEIR OWN SKIN, SOMEONE CHANGES THE CHANNEL AND SCRATCHES THEIR ASS, SOMEONE BOMBS DOWN A HILL ON A SKINNY FRAME AND TWO KNIFE THIN WHEELS. WHATEVER YOU SAY BRAVE, THE CULT OF DEATH IS AS OLD AS TIME. THE ONES WHO SURVIVE THEIR WALK IN THE DESERT, KNOW WHAT LIFE IS WORTH. THEY’RE THE ONLY ONES TO TRUST. EVERYONE ELSE IS SLEEPWALKING. //
