Token of Time

Me, singing Token of Time by Ensiferum. 2006

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.