I ain't drunk, nor am I dead tired.

its awful, with all that deep O pronunciation and the puffed out F
i mean bloody awful!

explanation is luxury... i know... it doesn't come often... because it's afraid... for it's seldom understood, you see.

worst are the days, when i feel i´m really close to make the Decision. so i cease all the efforts of this person, that i´m. and then i start remembering why am I still here, in this place. the reasons are so dull!
NO, actualy worst are the moments, when i decide to fly off. I jump up, stretch the hands and as i´m falling back realising, that i forgot how to fly, and eventually that i probably never knew how.
>>>That Is Depressing!

shit, I make more sense, when i'm drunk!

now now, when there are no shells falling on us, we must make some up, right? silly little boy we are!
we shall have a story and then off to bed!
nothing good is going to come out of us tonite.... choppy chops, say good night!

dobrou noc