Every day this attempt to put down as much words as possible.It’s a strange evening. The music is here but I am somewhere else, stuck in the dump of trivialities once again. Drinking beer and lighting cigarettes hoping they would save me again. I don’t think they will. I really don’t. This time it’s different. This time I am going down for good. This is my last innings. I am finally at the edge of cliff having the last piss of my life. What a fucking music. What a music fucking me What a fucking fucking music. These goddamn people. Their very attitude towards life gives me headache. I am head down bleeding out of my stomach, the capitalist teeth tearing me to bits. Fuck. FUCK! Another swig of cold beer, Another cigarette. The devil is out of the box and he won’t go down easily. He is alive and he is laughing like he has never laughed before.
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