im gonna wright this one in english. why? no reason. but im in paris, and if i know french i would write this in french. i dont know french. its a shame, i guess. but i have enough on my plate to be ashamed off than to bother my self with other languages. i am a bit drunk though, so any mistaks made, be aware it is not me, it is the alcohol.
making money is a neccecery evil. a bar that is not with me on that shoulnt count me as a client. its a weird thing to say, i know, but it is even weirder thing to feel, and im telling you, im feeling it now.
you know what? i was planing to write this whole thing about what make things cool and whats not but im not gonna do it.
im too drunk and tired.
and more then that - that one sentence is baiscly the essence of it.
money is bad.
it is simple as that.
im going to so other stuff now.
michal gira is a genius and the swans show was like a waking call.
i am who i am. and im gonna do what im suppose to do. i cant fight it, so i guess i will go along.
im so drunk.