LOOK! THE FLYING CIGARETTE!

Some things just fly, some other don't. No reason, no logic, no choice. We're here to change this silly fact. We want you to fly.
And we wanted this cigarette to fly.

So, hello, we made it.

No reason, no logic. But at least we've shown we have a choice. Come on. Fly.

(Anyway, what is the cigarette made of, if it's not the smoke? What a silly imperative of form!)

TRIBUTE TO TOMAŠ

Another unscheduled one. Sorry, it's just because there are far more important things to do, so – as usual – the best ideas come to mind and there's nothing to do but realize them.

This one is to mention our Czech fellas. There was a magnificent evening once, in Prague, Czech Republic, during my (Olequito's) lone journey to Czech's capital. May's first weekend AD 2008.

Just walking among Veltava River, there was a skate park too. And a couple of guys riding their stuff. So eager to be photographed (not surprisingly;).

Tomas you can see him here, flyin' and sittin' too. Very inspiring example of a Young but Real Flyer. Cheers, mate.

BLOODY SURPRISE, HUH?

Yeh, that's what I'd like to do with that crap.
BTW, yeh, this post hasn't been announced. It's not the miniskirt girl, nor the flyin' cigarette, nor the old man. It's just a non-scheduled thing.

"Machina" ("The Machine") is known here in Poland, as they speak about themselves, as 'the best popcultural magazine'. I can't swear for my dad, but I don't want the rest of the world to judge me and my Polish fellas using as the basis that shitty magazine (I'm rather certain, however and thank God, that "Machina" is known only a bit and for Polish readers only).

Anyway, this is my kind of rage against the lack of professionalism, elemental writing education, considering the readers as a group of not-very-well educated idiots, interested in quasi-intelectuals among the pornstars, etc, etc.

Well, the trick is - everything I wrote here previously is not the most important issue. Because the language used by "Machina" is what I felt really pissed off with. Rude, polluted with unnecessary english words (what, the fuck, for, if we got our own words for mostly all of those things)... gosh, it's so poor.

The other thing is writing this stuff I make them a free advertisement. But the photo shows what I really think about that issue. Best regards, "Machina" staff. You suck.

Coming soon... da teaser!

Flying company suffers the Bad "C" Word (Crisis) as the rest of this world does.

No... in fact, that wasn't a good prologue. Actually, we don't give a shit about any "C" nor "F" words.

We were just too lazy to do anything more than the first photo. But we know that's not okay and this fact goes contradictory to our "make-the-world-our-burned-garden" idea.

So, as we said before, they're coming soon:
- smoke 'n' cigarette (flying.)
- miniskirt girl (flying.)
- a spring-decorated old man (flying high.)

THE TAKE-OFF

Whoa! We're in. Oh, and maybe I should say: we're up.

What you see here is what you see. Different flying things, which not necessarily fly on their own. Some of them will be just forced to fly, and some won't. Anyway, we're here to prove that the famous "I believe I can fly" is not true.

Because you don't have to believe. Because you don't even have that opportunity, if you are, e.g., a shoe.
You will fly, we can give you that guarantee. Trust.

If you see any ideological sense here, it's okay. But be careful. Your ideological theory may cause you fall. We warn you today, using one of the Fallen shoes. Watch out!


/best regards for Fallen Co. I've got more photos of their shoes in different scenarios, but they weren't interested in contacting me. But I'm still waiting, my photos are f*cking more interesting than those used in their commercials. :D/