Bullshit number 2014

My goddess gave me two options: I should give time and space a chance, or my world would disintegrate. I’m still thinking about this. What’s the point about send my world to hell? I really shouldn’t give a fuck. I’ll tell you about my world:

Time and space run fast in the grown up’s life. I’ve been smoking a lot on the last few days… tiny and unproductive days… Just laid on my terrible bed, that hurts my back, and smoked. Just watching time flowing and creating words in my head.

How can I give time and space a chance? They never gave-me one… once... 

And in my mind it’s playing, repeatedly, what I want to say… and all of my song sounds like this:

FIRST ACT

I’m sitting on my bed, with my computer, just writing a new lyric. The words are repeating what I want to say. I look to the screen and I read that.

“WHAT I WANT TO SAY

What I want to say… What… I want to say that… I’ll never say what I want to say. You can’t understand a bit of what I want to say. What I want to say is… what I want to say what what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say what I want to say IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTT TOOOOOOOOOOO SAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY.

Words are just the same. I’ll just let my world burn with a slow motion bomb.”

And after this there’s no second act.