What Else Is There?

Dog carcass in N10 last night, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is not new to me. I have seen its true face.

I still get nightmares. In fact I get them so often I should be used to them by now.
I'm not.
No one really get's used to nightmares.

I'm so tired. Sleep's been stalking me for too long to remember, innevitable I suppose.
Sadly, I'm not looking forward to the prospect. I say sadly, though, because there was a time when I actually enjoyed sleeping.

I felt like destroying something beautiful.

Well, anyway...

Estou completamente viciado neste tema.

Não me recordo onde, mas vi uma joaninha real. Viva, quero eu dizer. Algo me diz que foi a última, pois algures no percurso eu encontrei a linha.