Here I am, standing in front of my poor ass notebook thinking what shall I do tomorrow, not realizing that is already tomorrow..fuck the time is 2:46 AM and my mr. Sandman is gone at a strip club , getting himself buzzed of with whiskey snorting some coke or raping a stripper .
My chosen name is Jack, my real name is not important nor relevant of what mumbo-jumbo I will write here , I don't really care who will read this and I don't really care about any of your opinions . We live in an era of bytes ..having digital friends and a whole new digital life , and sincerely I am pretty much sick of this circus , I remember a time not so long ago when I didn't even had a mobile phone, when life was simple enough to write letters, when if you liked someone you would have the guts to tell that person what you felt for her . I remember the time when I walked in my own universe at my country side bare footed and enjoyed the smell of the grass , the trees and the whole fucking living nature around me . It was a time of miracles and magnets .
Now here I am ..wondering what's the difference between a grown child and a man , asking myself questions like " what should I do with my life " ...wtf is wrong with this... I don't know what should I do with my life. Every person I meet is always asking me the same thing ..how to make money ..dudes I don't know how to make money if I knew I would not be here , probably I would be along with mr Sandman drinking my brains until neuronal collapse .
I will end this post here ..bah.. every single pseudo philosopher ask himself what is life ...well folks life is nothing ..is just the road to certain death , there you go , problem solved . I hate big words ..so good night motherfuckers , sleep tight and dream about boogeyman .
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