yesterday i was soldering a better protection board with higher amperage capacity, now i'm in the sun meditating on this black and drunk world: which by all means makes me truly love my own specie

it burns my skin and i could stay days in a row here before it starts to hurt: the easiest path is suicide and figuratively i put my lips on the duty of trying to help others

initially by a video-game and finally and hopefully by hardware and i wonder if i could predict the future or perceive my own life by other lenses: how cruel is a non-lethal slap on a mosquito trying to survive by sucking my blood

i go to sleep late at night without any fixed hour to wake up and my last thoughts before a dream is the forgotten feeling of hugging and being able to talk to a friend: i fantasize giovanna and i hate myself for that. there's so much to do and 33% of the year has passed

my wort goes to pigs. on the most degenerative meaning of the word because i truly believe those mammals are much better than this scum bloody society