BBR067

out on Sept 30

Rode through the south italian desert on a Peugeot fuelhorse. The Autogrill is glowing greasily in the image's background. An awkward spaghetti western unfolds as a melancholy fantasy. A sort of coming of age spaghetti movie, cause your lips are painted with canned tomato blood. You're in between times. The old hero is dead, but we stole his guitar and seven rounds of ammunition. Premises: decadence hot, defeatism only for the old - if you say eclecticism, you cough letters around and I usually say: huh?
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