MTU.

I know that I'm wrong... about everything I said. But here it goes again: You wanted more, than you thought, I would ever give. But you were badly mistaken.

I told you lies and said what you were meant to hear. Just as you wished, my dear, to reach the eye of the storm.

So we began to float and drifted out into the tide, and every wave swallowed us alive. No sign in shore the moment when the sails were torn. We've reached the end - eye of the storm. For all that it cost, in the end there was no price to pay for all that was lost that storm carried it away.

I must say, it has not felt like that for a while [babe]. How long to be precise? Well, a good shit of two years roughly. What was it? Self-hedonism so to dub it, and so to unveil it, I mean that I have not felt so good with the mere company of myself in a long time. Watching docs, shorts, alt movies, biking, traveling, pounding into mellow thoughts [yes, I can do that], indulging life! [cos when u bike, u r a happier person!] 

here is a damn good dainty morsel to watch; smoking good headphones are a must here: http://opium.org.pl/2010/01/26/upgrademobilize/

And so, as was her custom, she went to bike in the night.