They gave me a medal for dreaming of you. But that won`t solve much since we`re not in the army and glory isn`t what it used to be. They say, just stick your head into a subject and it will reveal itself to you. I say stick to yourself and reveal nothing. Anger and wisdom, what a comic mixture of bad faith and good humor. Since sounds are just shivering air, i tremble with anticipation knowing that, in the face of disaster, we are all the same. Booom.

why does my heart feel so bad...