you need people like me. so you can point your fucking fingers

i can't get close to the paper. we are disconnected to each other. so, the words won't come out. i'm just enjoying articles about what i am supposed to write. others can do it better, why should i do it at all? unkle plays softly in my ears the unklesounds - edit music for a film. it got inside lines from scarface. to be honest, this caught my interest over that movie. sowie..the day has been lonely enough. two hours of misplaced sleep. and storm got bigger while i was dreaming. and my mood changed again. moodyness these days is awful. i might loose precious friends because of it.

the concert wasn't really a hit. it was a shit, actually. the only good thing about it is was.., i don't know what was the good thing about it. it was none. so we left and then we left again. and i left-ed my dance moments away. and home was not really home. eating, drinking, fucking, sucking, snoring. then what? drink your coffee early in the morning with your she friends. in the park. chilly sun bathing at 9 o'clock (oh i loved this o'clock when i was little, it was so bizarre connection of words).

my day is not over yet. i have to get ready for my hardest harvest work. trink trink to someone.