Stormy days make me kill all fucking and unnecessary in me. Be cross, give oneself up to egoistic desires. Watching blindly or vigilantly too much to the bouquet which elapses bitter liquid which I drink. I’m your mind, you my smile, my crazy dreams, my deadly dreams, penetrating my passion thoughts. Smiling to the deep sky and screaming to the ripe air, run away from these difficult days, my own friends and home to shake dreams and close the door after myself in order to keep solitary and to think…more than right…  you are laughing? So, congratulations, you are fucked-up yazzihamper!.. Bugger all it whole!