So, it´s almost over.
In my mind I saw myself writing a little bit everyday, something witty, something cool.
Obviously, my desire to do it didn´t match my strenght. To be awake for 24 hours without sleeping. To suck it up and forget where I come from and be capable to actually smile to those I despise but should praise.
But I still have my secret.
my dark terrible secret.
a plague o´ both your houses.
close your eyes and go back. retrace your steps. go out where you came from. don´t turn your back to the beast. don´t make eye contact. don´t make noise.
kneel to the one
who is our lord.
deception and chaos.
just get out, now.
