Laughing at latex faces

Time to sharpen those weapons., student or not. And finally, rob and kill, that's also a lesson, for someone else. The only teacher you are.

Time to rest.

And if it still hurts, you just have to, swallow a whole loadofone for this.
Or maybe, I'm the one stopping you,
Being the, only fear you have. Or silly, trauma?


Na. You don't have that too, counting from there. I suppose in the end, even it, confuses you.


The beyond.

Next time, there won't be next time
And all these, only to settle, your foolish, millenium long, selfsaving of yours, that never worked, except talking to strangers, without invited, nor capably, losing.