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Pomperols Festival, South Of France. Festivals is about the eclectic range of weird and wonderful activities.
(from "Blue Blood") I loathe people who raise their voice only when they're in the crowds. They have the red blood, which simmers only in the dark. And you have to face them almost every night, unless you have the sufficient territory. In front of your tiny tight place, they resonate with the vulgarity and cruelty of life, always spitting their red blood. It's like a real hell, honestly.
Demolition Derby - Yolo County fair
Thoughts on Beauty #4
It is always so beautiful to see a crowd. They are one, made of many. Each person walking to the same rhythm- a heartbeat.
Bum Bum
At first it is quiet. It is the first sign of life, or better yet, a rebirth.
Bum Bum
It has grown louder, echoing through the streets. They are united, they are one.
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It is deafening, the beautiful sound of rebellion and of unity. Many people standing for one purpose, a sign of change.
That is what can change lives, every person rising up for what they believe in, standing tall while they sing. They march to a beat, that heartbeat- now deafening- as a sign of beauty and of something new.
