I remember reading something about how every moment brings endless possibilities and I remember thinking to myself: this is crap!
I'm not afraid to say things like that. I'm not afraid to say life is not an fairy tale, I'm not afraid to embrace my very finite possibilities and my cyclic existence. 'Cause if I didn't what good would it do?!
And there is where my thought flow stopped.
I can do is some more is what I heard in my mind. Every fucking day I can do it some more. So if you think you can fuck this shit, baby....you better get ready for a reality check on behalf on the very best cynic there is: life.