I couldn't care less.
What's happening, what's happening? I gotta learn the words. Like back in the third form, remember? I gotta calm down and smack the partner all along the green space of the pool table. I play like shit, but it doesn't matter.

- You make me sick.

- I make myself sick.

(c)

I guess we have all watched "Cube", haven't we? Same time, same place.

The sсriрt, that is not recognized by the total majority of international servers. How fucking special I am. One of a kind. Special?

Miss me.

Talk to me.

I really hoped my bike would get stolen. It'd exclude the possibility of a trauma.

No way.

I'm risking my neck in this car-crazed city every night. Better not see it. Statistics say I'm as well as dead. Statistic lies.

My wounds heal fast.

I got a couple of presents together with the high metabolism.

Fast regeneration. Speed. Reaction. Lots to pay 40 extra years for.

Use it every day. No limit.

But for sleep. Found a thing that wakes me up. My dreams.

@музыка: Fiction Plane - Everything Will Never Be OK