I'm not angry, I swear, but I expect Bologna and the crisis of the goose and waiting for my whole house, a silence of my own. I never want to hear words like knives thrown about the rooms and no longer want to go out with mad hatters and mercury sniffer. Do not drink and I'm trying to quit smoking. I tell them what they want to hear and spit in his face after a wry grin, I do not run so much more up and do not trample the flower beds and consciences. I do not want to induce anyone to live in a nightmare, but I'm responsible for what I do only forty per cent. I can not understand anything but I am smart enough to search to avoid staying in a palace at a wedding over and the tears that I do not like dirty dishes to wash because of my depression. I'm free and freedom if it means anal sex at will, well, here I am, say my ass is beautiful. YOU can live days of formal hypocrisy, hatred and phrases hidden bleeding. YOU can tell people what to do and say, you can teach the right, you can hide behind curtains spotless and become familiar with the Puritans. I'm too weak for that. Or too clever ... Or too crazy ... Or too careless ... Or too self-centered ... Or too selfish to see a few inches from my nose ...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Behold, I am mad, I knew. No, the fools do not exist. The insane are an invention of respectable and head-shrinker.
Ok, I'm lucid, I've always been. You can no longer control my life according to the dictates of the moral power of Christianity and "altruism is above all" because I slam the other (after all I've ever done, no?). Life is not a joke, but it is not so difficult because in fact there are trees, books, metal bands, jobs, the shacks along the river and the tags faded ... There is all this and more, or not? Suicide have rejected the solutions of convenience I have never liked. So I will not slam all the doors of the house caught by a sudden hysterical and do not flee from what I created. The people are inhuman. E 'fleeting walking contradiction, a case made for sex, epilepsy and a bunch of gargantuan stupidity.
It 's a good-bye to fly in the most fertile lands and colorful, where there are no people and you can think and speak for themselves like crazy. The difference is that no one takes you crazy because you only exist in your land and, ultimately, I could give him a bit ' space. Two hearts and a hut built of paper on the ice.
Unusual, always renewable, not labels, not comparable, indescribable, the best contract does not expire you can do, I guess. I'm angry I have the courage, I will take my thoughts in my hand and we'll live and accounts of them, like crazy.
I'm going to live in their world.
"I'm mad and then give me permission to speak. I know I will rid the world from all evil, if people accept my medicine. "(WAS)
