The beginning of the end is when you start to stop. The residual feeling you keep to yourself starts to vanish in the air. It feels so 1997... Like that bleached jeans and that abandon feeling caused by the grunge. It is stained in my brain, like Beaves and Butt-Head on MTV, like packing sandwiches for school, like the kids haircut and the vintage 80`s remaining in my parents clothes. So unbelievable that we still alive, that no fucking Nostradamus or Armageddon or any other bullshit had become truth. And even with no death caused by belief - only by human rage - some of you still believe in grandpa Jesus, in Holy Fucking Mary and shit... Can`t help it... You too fool to believe in yourself... No devils or judgement will take you to hell for being naughty or mean, the only suffering you will have will be caused by yourself, and you will face it here on Earth. The devils are here. We are our own evil. Your struggle to be cool enough and your lack of sensibility are leading you to the masses, to the common bullshit you insists to complain you hate but you would love to be a part of. Deal with it. Some of us was born to be around, some others were born to be on the corners, just watching. Life is hard. But it is so lovely. The feeling of a hot body lying next to you is better that any short memory, any controversial feeling you insists to keep. I wanna watch all the falls, all the springs... Feel the winter breeze freeze my nose from inside, feel my eyes get dry with the wind and smell that wood-burning smoke through the fields. All over and over and over again.