Character: Crazy

... To go, he does...

You got old like everyone who renounces memories who flout past their tracks.

Do all men. They love you because you're kind, smart, transparent, but as soon as I get the chance, leave you for women ugly, dull, muddy.

I do not and absolutely not privy to the filth that flows through your pipes. Trimming nails I burn, the ashes scatter to the wind... I guess to dump their muck somewhere under the earth no more dignity than to get rid of them on the surface.

Now men I apologize if served by hand without removing gloves. On their part somewhat presumptuous to imagine that their skin feels nice suede. The more that hands are sweaty.

It's hard to even imagine how much you have to do that for twenty years was not part of any one man. You get the chain from blinds, I can finally raise, and in the afternoon I will be light. Then you will be engaged in the Cabinet, take out his mirror, so I do not look terrible ugly. Pull the bait out of the trap: the spring is too tight for me; besides, I still can't get out the mouse.

Times they are greedy, mean, naive. Where they made a failed business? Exclusively in the business world.

What are you all rechniques instead of act? How you can deal with it. A world where from sunrise to sunset for no one happiness! Where man is not master of himself! Are you cowards? Time to blame your executioners must be destroyed.

Tell me, scavenger. You were a street dealer. Know how to talk.

The world is full of beauty and happiness. So God wants. No one can change that.

I have enough reason to keep it. I got it because I don't want to be taken this gentleman. Keep because I am pleased to keep him. This is the first man I hold, and I want to use it. I keep it because it's probably the first time in many days feels free.

Then everything is easy, everything is happy. First of all read Newspapers. Always the same, of course. You know, I don't read modern newspaper is spreading lies and vulgar gossip. I read "Holua" . And I'm not poisoning their existence relevance.

But in order to feel the craving for life, is sufficient to find in the morning mail a letter with the schedule for today. A letter written by you the same the day before - so all is reasonable.

You pay nothing money, the police. I doubt that a young man who decides to commit suicide, abandoned his intention, after listening to you.