I spent the rest of the day with Zhivago, the lack of fate and the refuge you can find in someone, harvesting flowers under the stormy sky, far away in the steppe, with the one who will love you and ever versa, versus the grand satans who haunt our daily lives, i plant trees on the other side, may god curse them, and let me feed thoses flowers with natural innocence, and lack of wasted mankind.

Dave Bowman, yet another doctor, believes it lies on the distant outside, far away for our shores, in the unseen of the eyes and the unfelt of the heart. The hope for something else seems so far-fetched and desperate that i try to stick to my contemporaries by principle. We tried to sort it out but when end up drunk and wasted without alcohol.

Appetite for construction, a clean shirt, well dressed, smoothly shaved. Was i to mention i went through anxiogen hours the day before and afterwards. There was potential room for many. Get up and do something. It doesn't seem to matter, don't judge, my brother, i can't take it because i've been waiting for so long.

God may be funky. You hear him knocking at your door. Just oustside the room it felt really well like there was a beginning and an end to it and that i'll be fine, sort of, i guess. It's like taking a tough exam and not being shure you scored high enough to achieve your primary goal. More on that later obviously.

I don't feel the same, not need to put the blame on me. I can drag the dark past into the light. The asphalt world, keeps spinning, staring at the clocks. The results came out earlier than expected and it turns out i'm six steps on the outside. They don't really want me but there's still a slim potential chance.

I got hooked up to the wireless but then i felt like a waste of ressources. We will not be lovers. It hurts, a crown of deception. Primary targets, two of the names i knew, settle for the worst, sex and everything, curse if you want.

The pixels may have gone too far but it is meant to be a mirror of the internal, something i don't explain or justify. The displays speaks for itself. The was lot about terrorism and sins such a greed. Words are not to be taken further than pixels. This site is self-explanatory and shall not be commented in meat space.

Let's spam the index, mess it up with our own specific keywords, tear the filters down by issueing fake warnings. It's not going to stop. I am officially 80% out of the game. I take it as a paper but the consequences can be huge. I'd rather keep on blaming me for not being inside, even though that paper could have swallowed the margin. God is not junky, it merely chills.

Tunic, a boy like me, deeper everyday, never going anywhere. Light my way, shinning path, covert operations, nihilistic agent, choose something else, the afterworld.