2*a-live

massive multiple hits while trash was littered.
it was all done again, the punches, the kicks, the tossing of my body to the giant trash can that was later pulled up by some machine. in semi-conciousness my head bleeding and my arms totally numb i watch as the walls close down on me, again.

wakingdead+bandnames

-turning round in bed, day and night. The heat feels like another partner in the house, only inhabited by air currents and a pestilent body lying on a bed.
-face down. the body hides it's face like knowing the consecuences, and feeling shame.
-no time to wake. it searches for the deepest thought of sleep, and never really wakes up.
-finnally. it get's up to the shower, cold as hell (thanx elton) and tries to shake the dead feeling, goes out and examines the night of NYC without any lights or music, just some stars moving round trying to capture a man's attention.

bandnames:
deathfly
hellfly
angelost
the dying kings
frostbite
the just
Frenzy
Faraway
Prozakillers