NickGhostDrake

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ah! finally some music for my ears!

Thank you all for your wicked and constructive appreciation. May the power of Satan always be with you. p.s.: women, men, animals, gay, lesbians... we wicked disciples of evil have long transcended these distinctions... we are all metalheads and we are open to every sexual experience.

I know, I know! Damn, I forgot it...

Damn, southern rock... oh my god... everyone for themselves...

Today I feel very free, I had a little party at work and then went to the park. The air was nice and there was (strangely) sunshine, and after a few days of sadness it felt like nothing had happened. I smoked a cigarette among the happy people and the sun, then another, and then yet another, until I finished them. A girl reminded me with a smile and said, "It doesn't matter," and it was such a beautiful smile. I had a drug cigarette, and even though I had to think about how it would make me impotent, I didn't remember having any sexual appointments that day. So I looked at the pretty girl and offered her what I had left. She smiled at me again and it truly was a wonderful day: there was sunshine, and no one blew up. Take care, my friend. And sometimes, if you really can't handle other people's beliefs, try telling them to fuck off a little.

Could you say something that doesn’t stem from your beliefs? Could you? Could you listen to something that doesn’t lead to your convictions? My friend, I care about you, but this constant suffering will never take you anywhere, and I say this in peace. You get excited when you drink 35 liters of fresh, sparkling beer while you're in Parioli enjoying beautiful Rome? Good! I’m happy for you. Call one of your lovely friends and tell her how happy you feel (if you’ve ever felt happy). Maybe she cares about you and has just been waiting for the moment you make peace with yourself. Here you are, bothering everyone every day, always talking about the same things, and then you boast about how excited you get, and who cares, excuse me, it’s your own business in the end.

Listen, kid, why are you coming to unload right here? Don’t you have somewhere else to go? Why should we care about the crap you say? Sorry, but I had to tell you. I don't understand the point of your persistence: always saying the same things to people who don't want to listen to them. If someone responds to you, it's only because ignoring you isn’t really an option. But if you suddenly stopped writing - just like that - nobody would miss you, and all your words would have been completely useless, and your anger marginalized too, just like your rants which clearly stem from a precarious situation in life (women, work, failures, friends - but how many friends are really true friends in the end? How many true friends can you boast about having, my dear friend?).

try!

test!