set the controls for the heart of the sun

All of us have these different sets of friends, people we want to be, people we want to be like us, helpless people, people we hang out with, people we(re) hang'in. For each and everyone of them we have different sets of rules, what to say, how to dress... Even how to feel around 'em. Ain't this a mad world, since it's so rare to just be. Slavery for money and contacts and what they gonna think and what not.

Anyway, time goes on, that one doesn't care. He doesn't accept cookies, nor credit cards. One tough son of a bitch. And even if you threaten that you'll quit - well, he's almost just like everybody else. Go on, press the button.

I'm also planning on rewriting Hansel And Gretel, not because it's bad, but because I believe it can be better. Imagine those children finding a house made out of lumps of hash, with the decorations of weed sprinkled with cocaine and the river of acid in the background. Now that's a proper story. Also, I'd introduce some new characters, such as a Shady Tony and Wendy the Whore. You just wait till you find out what they are going to do.

now my eyes are becoming hard to keep open, and yesterday they were trying to hang themselves (after couple of sleepless days) so today i'll be gentle. I'll be waiting.