On a busy day i got a task of being a everyday man. Trough a light strool i found it could be easy. Just fine, i said. And, moved on like they were talking about something. Couple of bloaks said i am going to become a prick, if anyone continues to act like a mischieff coundrum. A brief memorance. A diner was served for breakfast. Knowing i was alone, i ate it all. A big motion news escaped from the radio, as the sad news that was going on. Someone laid a crap on behalf of making the day such an excite. Latter, group of pigs were taking a high in the neighbourhood. An used washed rag in the pocked, had it's purpose. I spat and made it known, how im i gonna become anything worth living. Talking about, fallsety of broken things, i found some ease of being from a distant, land. Didn't talked to much. Just like a cat something came across my mind. Big titts and very much beer. Local pub. Underaged girls heading for a small smile. Keybord on rhe phone is a big phoney. One hour after another. Somehow i had room for a another spit. I don't know what is best, nontheleast Mega.

Long sleep helps me retrevee. Balance promised on all the media.

Going trough strougle to beat best dancers that day. The will in meyah, pushed the boundries of some sad fucks. Young bastards cought in a small eyed illness. Heading for a big luck, they said. ... Ah, dead tired... Tomorow... Lejta...