Minus solum, quam cum solus esset
[Never less alone than when alone.] cicero

So again against all odd, I find myself on the precipice. 

Not that I'm gonna jump or anything but all the temptation are taunting me. 

From the smoking ashes of the synthetique freedom to the lust of old habit, and then some not so quite unthufull mater of fact and opinion. 

Everything is too tempting, to go back in those old shoes and walk the same path- right down the abyss. 

The quite wisper of the dark calling me ever so faithfully in her voluptuous arm and chocking me to my death.  

Seriously I'm so pissed off. Destiny dońt change her trick. They works. And so again I have to shut up. 

I need to scream, to smach somthing to bits, to destroy it utertly.

I Know I  fucked up, uterly fucked it up, as always, (Fiesta Thérèse is ubris) ... And maybe lust.... 

But in the end, responsability is always personal , and Nothing can be as well a I think...

Fuck the fucking. World!

Balalaroom