God Hates Us All

Should I love or hate, this is the most crazy and confused life I've ever lived...

Who knows one day I write a book, one of those that everybody hates when it reaches the end – I laugh of myself, I must be too stoned. Have you ever thought in what you would do if you could do whatever you want? I guess I always did what I wanted, this is my karma, to wish to do everything at the same time, to fuck the women who attracts me and then not give the return to their affections, bullshit! Just one more cliche,  this is my life.

You know, sitting here in this dawn giving a little tap in a rest of a weed and drinking some beers, it's possible to realize the difference between a yes and a no. I look to the only clock which is on top of the nightstand beside my bed, I see that there's some time I don't see the hours passing – what day it might be today? – it stopped at 7:33,  I think it was in the same day that girl broke my bed and overthrew the wine, what a shame, that was the only one I had, maybe it's the batteries.

 The girl on the bed shouldn't wake up now... I'm gonna go out… buy some batteries I guess...