Everything I say and do and seems weird is [ sic]. That's what the shells say when I'm trying to sleep, but hair clips just don't understand Principia Mathematica, if only the apple fell on the edge and not the Maelstrom. You know those little black dots on your ceiling. They change looks whenever you're going to the bathroom,but ordinary n! valued dots decide to mutiny, so it's very awkward.

I shall burn the damned waters and then I shall be seen as superiour (Arkona's concert in Timisoara got fcking cancelled, so my aggravation for God's puppet strings has overflown the Internet.).