what do you think, can i someday turn into foverer-drunk one?
im sitting here with a glass of wine, sounds of orange planets hanging in fog are penetrating into me and their branches are spreading far and wide.
i dont feel like myself but it's not unusual. it has come to be normal.
i longe to make this.
the wine is coming to the end.
and i dont feel anything in my head but this.
these palpus in my brains.
i dont see anything there but fog.
every time i need to make a step ahead i turn off the road.