Class Of '87

Just some random rip-off shit I did for my band Fuse... I mean Class Of '87.

Webdesign - Food Not Bombs

Nothing extraordinary, just shitty stuff in a hurry:

http://foodnotbombs.blog.hu

http://foodnotbombs.blog.hu

http://foodnotbombs.blog.hu

What's so strange about me?

Hey!

If you are interested in my shitty life and not just in my shitty art, follow my public events or what:
http://notafraidtosayicare.tumblr.com/
http://notafraidtosayicare.tumblr.com/
http://notafraidtosayicare.tumblr.com/

Android Rush Hour

Paris, London, Naples
Burning by bombs
Those who still alive
Have no more hope

Anarchist terrorist, anarchist terrorist

Balkan Beach Fuck

Think Again / New Dead Project tour split CD

No talk tonight - No talk tomorrow

No sex tonight - no sex tomorrow

To kill God

But what does it mean to kill God if he does not exist, to kill God who has never existed?
Perhaps it means to kill God both because he does not exist and to guarantee he will not exist - certainly a cause for laughter: to kill God to liberate life from this existence that limits it, but also to bring it back to those limits that are annulled by this limitless existence - as a sacrifice; to kill God to return him to this nothingness he is and to manifest his existence at the centre of a light that blazes like presence - for the ecstasy; to kill God in order to lose language in a deafening night and because this wound must make him bleed until there springs forth 'n immense alleluia lost in the interminable silence - and this is communication.
The death of God does not restore us to a limited and positivistic world, but to a world exposed by the experience of its limits, made and unmade by that excess which transgresses it.