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I was about to write you a story.

A little story about you, me, and the whole world.

About the beginning of our lives,

And how mother earth will end it.

I was about to write you a song.

A simple song about courage, faith and violence.

About the bravery of our heroes,

And how death broke their courage.

Sorry, but I ended up writing you this.

This is just a useless writing.

Talking about nothing but everything.

But in the end, you will find out what I really mean.

Pigshit

I'm fucking tired of your bullshits,

Music: Rooster - Alice in Chains

Analog

What is a dream? Is it a moving picture? Or a prediction of tomorrow?