Going down the stairs... Open the door - I'm out side. I see all the purple-blue-red auras of the people that live their "time to pretend" in the plastic street. Everyone smoking, everyone with telephones, everyone with pacemakers, everyone with problems, everyone with friends, everyone pretending to have the perfect life; but with a few errors - They Say.
I just feel... I mean... I feel like drinking because the world is at war with itself.
Let's play! You're the Good! And you can be the Bad! And I... hum... I can be the Ugly... no wait... fuck it...I can be what ever i want! I will be Liberty!
Well, it just doesn't matter...
All this just to say that i found a mushroom in my front yard!
