Floresta Espírito

Rodson ou (Onde o Sol Não Tem Dó)

These are the pre 3000 years. Art is a crime. Reflecting is prohibited. Reading is no more. Only mass production and consumption are allowed. RODSON®. A boy with his animalistic artistic instinct repressed by the society around him, just one of many… The anarcocrenty government makes the mistake of thinking that the beast has been under control, but its mind conceives CALEB® the RODSON @ alterego that launches it off the road, abandoning air conditioners in search of the perfect hallucination under the merciless sun of 2000°C that the last layer of exosphere provides the current society.

Jaiz

Os Anos 3000 Eram Feitos de Lixo (ou Quando a Dignidade da Raça Humana Se Afogou no Chorume Estático da Arte da Hipocrisia)

Garbage mountains through the streets. People covered with garbage and moisturizing with manure. Garbage with a neon glow. Trash with hologram and stereo sound. Garbage is a high competition billboard. Garbage is the new currency and its ballast is greater than gold.

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