A Wink The wheel of a unicycle is still turning. The man has gone for a drink. Maybe he's coming back, maybe he's not. A pool of blood suddenly appears on the street. In an open palm lying perfectly still A fly crawls. The wheel of the unicycle is still turning. 1987
A Wink.
Huang Xiang
A Wink The wheel of a unicycle is still turning. The man has gone for a drink. Maybe he's coming back, maybe he's not. A pool of blood suddenly appears on the street. In an open palm lying perfectly still A fly crawls. The wheel of the unicycle is still turning. 1987