Getting old is being told, how you can’t change the past and how you may last to the end of your train of thoughts.

Straight up gangster, talking like a radio stalking you on your favourite cafe, being nice to the cashier because she is the only one pretty in your own eyes. Smoking cigarettes to take a break from the serial conversationistas.

Just writing 1000 words a day instead of thinking them is original. Take the word original as a compliment, as you may think it is creating a genuine feeling during your speech to the other species wandering around your mouth. Backseat dreams while the driver is leaving his mind every left and right, keep it tight, step into the fight, got my own Ghost blog at runkite. I’m trying to be a mad man, but still trying to stay the same, being the sane in the game, keep licking my back to the feeling of my flame.