hi here, puses. something about there isn't anything to say. what 'puses' is? well I don't know, something between... fuck, i don't know. i invented it a day of total boredom. imagine that you want because you know me already. KRcube is poison. everyday i'm a bit more incoherent and the worst thing is that i enjoy it. Dir en grey forever. we read each other. this is not fair, i'm tired of positive justice. and the natural one is even worse. no, i didn't smoke nothing at all... why when i met something like you this things happen? there is no solution about. and my little blood sister is fading among exams, TOO MUCH COHERENT WITH HER FUCKIN' LIFE. and i sit down looking myself inside, handle a cigarette don't lighted and which isn't mine, i go to one bridge of the N-122 and i swing on the railing while i imagine the fall to the pavement noise, with a test which i don't looked at. this life is a shit, of course i know it, and also i don't understand how some people keep alive and others didn't know to die at time. this is be mad and the rest stupid remarks. ink. puses.