quiet night is passing - my thoughts are gaining purity just in the middle between cats didn't stop singing and the birds haven't started yet.

shit, as i am an idealistic stable-Weltanschauung kind of motherfucker, I won't sell this bullshit for price of 3$ for 1500 words, and - notice that - now I'm generously writing bullshit for charity!

Oh, shit, I'm too gready. I can't do it.
The vacum cleaner and the chainsaw is already well-used and rusty.