When I write I always write dedicated to someone or something no matter who the hell to read but I do care who came to fame at my expense. Who identifies himself and who imitates me squeaky voice while reading what I wrote. Yesterday I care about the rule the same as Coca-cola wet my hair while dancing with muddy boots. Yesterday I lived (although it was partly because of the large amount of alcohol into a vein) Yesterday I forget you, world. And you also forgot a few hours. It was tough waking up with the spinning head in the toilet, but worse was to remember that we have lives that continue to suffer (in part). And with or without alcohol you and I laughed as usual.
daughter I am very fucking with gadflies. If not, what would become of me? 
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