This is the end of an journey, leaving me with no adventure or corse to take. I don't know what to do, exept deambulate through the holls of the party house, haunting them, in hopes that i can be left alone.
I have little devlins surrounding me, teasing me, triping me. It makes my mind red and my eyes flamable. A chalenge of strength, a chalenge of mind and endurance, i don't have.
I'm growing weak and alone.
There's no better text book on how to lose friends and alienate people, than my biograthy.
There's no better health care taking guide than this: We all die in the end. Life isn't demanding, we make it that way... WE care TOO MUCH for being surrounded by friends and foes.
I rest tonight seeing Public Enemies
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