GUISO #3
The sky was white and glitchy, like an image failing to load. Carrion birds circling above. Half past eleven, Sunday morn'. Streets were empty except for people taking a bus back home. Their faces still drunk. Bodies hanging loose and heavy, mouths opened wide. Shark eyes staring at the advertisement screens flashing up above the telephone lines. The man beside me stared profoundly at nothing in particular, hands clenched, feet crossed. Lips full of blisters and drool. -RRA
crossed. Lips full of blisters and drool. stared profoundly at nothing in particular, hands clenched, feet flashing up above the telephone lines. The man beside me opened wide. Shark eyes staring at the advertisement screens Their faces still drunk. Bodies hanging loose and heavy, mouths Streets were empty except for people taking a bus back home. Carrion birds circling above. Half past eleven, Sunday morn'. The sky was white and glitchy, like an image failing to load. The sky was white and glitchy, like an image failing to load. Carrion birds circling above. Half past eleven, Sunday morn'. Streets were empty except for people taking a bus back home. Their faces still drunk. Bodies hanging loose and heavy, mouths opened wide. Shark eyes staring at the advertisement screens flashing up above the telephone lines. The man beside me stared profoundly at nothing in particular, hands clenched, feet crossed. Lips full of blisters and drool.
GUISO MAGAZINE # 3 DISEÑADO POR YOUTH EXPERIMENTAL STUDIO WWW.YOUTHEXPERIMENTALSTUDIO.PE LIMA, AGOSTO DE 2013