there are flies genetically modified everywhere in my bed. And I feel like dead. Butterflies has turned into flies. No butter anymore. Only dry flights. Waves are so violent, just like my impetus. I want to kill you, and I will. I can promise it. "Hi, my love, are you ok?" - "mh" - "So, are you ready? Shall I picck iú ap?" - "Hey mate, where are you from?" - "South Italí" - "Woooooow, who the hell gave you my phone number?"- "he eh ehe, I can gett evvrything whenever I wantt" - (asshole - I thought, but fascinating). "Ok, I'm ready, do you know where I live?" - "No". "I'll wait: so find me!" muack