T0p D0g Reloaded

One of the things I wanted to report to you is that taxi driver. He had 17 little crosses hanging from his windshield. 17! Must’ve been a religious man. Right? 17 crosses, a Madonna and another little icon, hanging there, everywhere he went. I felt his belief was strong. I have also noticed his belief in God stood not in his way to fornicate, nor in his way to fornicate with women other than his own wife. I knew that because he was on the phone with his best friend arranging a session with a paid prostitute, to unfold at their home, when his wife was away from, again, their home. I was impressed, there was man with strong believes: in his faith and in the brotherhood of man.

The picture below I took while climbing closer to a different God, the Muslim one. You can probably still see the inscription when you go up the steeple of the Royal Mosque in Constanta.

God bless.

Tags: a picture a day, the writing on the wall by monsoux
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I don’t like clowns.

Sometimes there’s such a big gap between appearance and fact. Like yesterday. I feel like a clown and there is a thick layer of make-up that separates my deed deep sadness from the joy of the outside world to such extent that I even manage to make other people’s day with something I say.

I’m illegible, very much inadequate, like a nowadays armchair on an archeological site.

Tags: a picture a day, state of mind needs good governance by monsoux
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