He stole the money... and he's not giving it back
Living on the edge. It's the only way he lives
These eyes will follow you wherever you go and your nightmares will become a frightening reality
The Orient created the world's deadliest art. Now there's an American master!
This time, everybody's going crazier.
Every rose has its thorns.
I used to be somebody else...but I traded him in.
He's seen the future...Now he has to kill it. He'll need bigger guns
What lies behind a mirror?
Три года он шел через всю Сибирь и Среднюю Азию. Он преодолел 14 тысяч километров, и каждый шаг мог стать для него последним
Freedom begins with an act of defiance
Five jolting tales of horror!
After a decade of silence... The buzzz is back!
И сбудется пророчество, и станут города вам гробницами...
Кради все, что можешь украсть
"We are the hollow men in this last of meeting places we grope together and avoid speech. Gathered on this beach of the torrid river." - used by permission from THE HOLLOW MEN by T.S. Eliot
Очень хороший полицейский... в очень плохом настроении
In 1981, A Nineteen-Year-Old Unknown Graffiti Writer Took The New York Art World By Storm. The Rest Is Art History