... smell kind of a carcass in the deep trench? For by what else a reason shall I explain the air of denial of myself, I feel somewhere deep? Nay, this is not a disgust from someone other, this is just a feeling of a rotting, but kind of a happy corpse! I have no ability to explain it ?all. Fuck, is not this really the thing, I`ve been waiting for? I`ve always been afraid of this all. Now (for some while, I expect, but, oxalá forever) I have no fear even of heart attack. Strange thing is this one, that I`m feeling.
Настроение сейчас - pissed off, though sober-minded