Mottor:”If you wanna tell a crazy joke to God, tell him about your plans”
joy to the world at 4 a.m. my cell is ringing like a sad sheep its my granny saying hey I leave you I am going to the Veterans New Year Party I have a randez-vous
I am grabbing my head: Jeesus...world I am drinking since yesterday non-stop plain water with lemon I am sick from his cookies and seriously thinking to get to The Suicider's New Year Party
well not just thinking but really going I have my ticket since last year when even Picky my loving pit-bull left me
actually why should I make crazy plans when my personal angelic unconsciousness guards me I am checking in on the plane maybe it brakes in the air and I will have my party with the fellows of Bin Laden I will sing cazzaciock while shooting with the katiusha on empty ***** bottles
joy to the world and dance your brains out you suicidal lonely kid aha that is the new hit of a virtual band called The Kings of Desperados while slaves are jubilant in their free time working to stay put in front of a idiot also called TV to have a wonder
I have my ticket what can I do I am so childish sometimes I have a miffed balloon a fire-extinguisher with champagne some poem-fireworks wrapped around me
joy to the world I will ignite them all here in the public market I will blow them all like a charm!