hans.breukelman:
Maculate conception
hans.breukelman:
Sadder and wiser
hans.breukelman:
All art is reflection
hans.breukelman:
Do you see that subtle beauty there?
hans.breukelman:
Believe it or not
hans.breukelman:
Our business
hans.breukelman:
There's a rest at the end
hans.breukelman:
The analog man
hans.breukelman:
Clouds in my head
hans.breukelman:
Please … not by app
hans.breukelman:
Even without the wall
hans.breukelman:
You didn't know?
hans.breukelman:
What do you think?
hans.breukelman:
For the fun of fishing
hans.breukelman:
A dangerous laugh
hans.breukelman:
No … all alone
hans.breukelman:
Pipe or fag?
hans.breukelman:
So little to look back on
hans.breukelman:
Unlike the voguish vagabond
hans.breukelman:
It's yellow but it doesn't feel good
hans.breukelman:
Where's the divide?
hans.breukelman:
A tan or two would do
hans.breukelman:
Twice as lonely
hans.breukelman:
To favor fatalism over folly
hans.breukelman:
Doorway girl
hans.breukelman:
On my mind
hans.breukelman:
Two, three, four, eight, ten
hans.breukelman:
White male melancholy
hans.breukelman:
No bus can take me there.
hans.breukelman:
That lucid mixture of smoke, beer and infinity
