The country of Müller Milch.

I was thinking, although it was rather not so easy...I was contemplating over the word tha is the embodiment of the hottest feelings tha a person can have. How about if exactly this word'd be in a other form, an other appearance, would it sound, be other? Would it change the feelings anyway? Dunno think so. May it be the connection to the famoous book, we sholud have read in some time, "Romeo n Juliet"[who did it, then did it], but this are my thinkings over, while a very favourable to think. However I managed. Another thing is tha during the evening walk with not-so-well liked, gay kidney bastard, I 've had an another, it's difficult to describe, but, it was an uncompatibility with the environment. I did not drink any tiny concoction in that time, so? What was it. [?] Were they just hallucinations. No, it was to be expected. As usual. Yeah, nevertheless I was convinced tha in this country, where an unlimitated aesthete woul not have such happenings. I'm also ponding over the people's behaviour from here n my cold country. How different are the people here n there. It's amazingly makin me puzzled. But not makin mess in my head lika one guy in here...What is the reason, why are they\we so other from others. Dunno. Just it. Dunno. N just go murmuringly singing the sad song from CB. The greatest anime tha'd ever been created.