Just like that... sing for me. Like a devilish angel... or maybe an angelic devil...

With two juicy juices near me, at the time some go to work, in the other side of the sphere, some are sleeping, those right behind me, some should sleeping, but not me, I start creating a new spokey dokey post. One thing I've to admit myself at the beginning, is that at first I'm feeling not so good at the moment, 'cos of the too much amount of eaten onion, but that's not the point. It's quite embarrassing me. If you'd be surprised, it is not related to sex stuff and so. It's what I can, or have learnt, in the end, 'cos I hated the previous state of matter. Before, I was doing things, not seldom, to go to people n say 'ow, look I did it' etc., but now, I don't care even more, what they can say, if they'll start gossiping, or no. It's their [some woulda say 'F'] problem, they can't stand the fact I have big, stylish [as some nice guy said] sunglasses, tha I look like I wanna look, 'cos I like what I do n I do what I like, so I dress myself into clothes tha look not poor. Maybe it's oldfashioned to say 'yeah, it's their problem, yeah bitch' with a voice of a bastard after an operation on lungs.N it's not cause I might have been shy. It's not that. It's rather the thing Polish people have with themselves, I wrote previously. Spike's also oldfashioned, isn't he? Here everything suits, everything's fine. But not in my life. Un fortunately. I have no idea, is this caused only by ma present state of mind n time, it's temporary, it'll go away soon, everything'll be all right [ow, how common it sounds, not so good, not good at all]. I dunno know, if to continue, or to quit. What turn to make. In which way, in order to not to make a mistake. In order to not to dig myself into nice piece of shit for the future. I also don't want to write anything 'wavy' to not to make my situation worse nor it's simply awesome right now. Just amazig. Dazzling me. I'm lucky. I feel fortunate. But the stuff is not so very joyful. It's not lika paranoia, it's not making me wanna write tragedies, especially when the CB's musac is playing in the background. Ow, yes. It also doesn't make me wanna write without 'g', n to start a new sentence so often as before. Cos it's not dramatic. Nevertheless, I feel like in the 'elm'...I didn't think, I'd be ever feeling in this way. This again? Goddamn sonofabitch! Man, you're totally rippin' me off, but do ya realize the reason you can eat well around here is because I cultivated the land with my buddies, ya here? Yeah, and that's us. That we did... We planted those seeds like there was no tomorrow... You were always planting "seeds" of a different kind, though!

Or maybe it' something I belong to, somewhere I belong, my destiny?