13.11.2016Looking for means to express what is not on my vocabulary. My tools have become my prison. My words have become swords. People that barely knows me tell me that I think too much.#diary #ManuelMoncayo
13.11.2016Looking for means to express what is not on my vocabulary. My tools have become my prison. My words have become swords. People that barely knows me tell me that I think too much.#diary #ManuelMoncayo
The cosmos and my guts are one. I am both unit and mass,a constant, ever-moving consciousness that makes me high