This evening, I went to Kawasaki, a brilliant house of my friend.
There was his vividest art (see above), besides contingent pieces of music in his surrealistic way.
On top of those, his room was already fucking artistic itself, like that of Francis Bacon (a mess!).
As well as his mother's tasty dishes, playing boxing was quite exciting (he is also a boxer).
I really appreciate an anarchic trip this night.
The following is one of our trip.
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