0:59

We are a generation with nothing to be proud of. All of us born twenty or so years ago to what was supposed to be golden age, more than half century after the last huge war given the technology and means to make the difference and look at us. Instead of using them they use and own us, we are daily swallowed by smartphones, social networks, doubts, choices, diseases that were considered a weakness just a couple decades ago locked up from everything somewhere between fire and flames consumed by the urge of getting a degree, getting a job, getting a house, getting a mortgage, getting some money, working like dogs to go to a beach for a week and pretend like we´re living THE life but fuck no. Cage with golden bars as one of the greatest writers that ever walked on this planet would say. You knew it, Buk, this one´s for you from the bottom of my empty heart that is stuck here in the middle of England at 0:46 in the night smashing keyboard stoned out of my existence with some wine flowing in my blood to spice things up.

We all are going to die, in fact all of us are in the process, to live is to be slowly dying, and I´m willing to bet that when the day comes and we all will be forced to look in the mirror of our souls we won´t help ourselves but to be disgusted. How many chances have we actually taken to be remembered, to make an impact, to do at least fucking something so we don´t have to be ashamed of ourselves once we kick the bucket. Fuck all.

But then again it is 0:50 now and I can´t… I can´t do it, but knowing I can´t, knowing nothing makes sense, knowing it gives you the strength lose it all. Lose all hope, lose all ambition, lose all clothes. Losing it all means freedom. Only knowing and accepting the fact we were born to die and we mean nothing is freedom.

Be free, get lost with me, don´t care, don´t think, just do, the pigs are after all of us anyway. Time sure flies by when your life is falling apart, it is 0:53 and I am just mumbling at this point. We´re a fucking joke a spit in the face to those who fought on beaches of France in 1944, who fell with their planes and exploded so we can just be here lost as no one before. We don´t have this explosion, but what´s worst we don´t have the fire or the fuel to make our planes fly and eventually explode. 

Nothing but a joke

think about it

until next time.

0:59.