Black heart

Someday something will have sense. Somebody for whom the spots have been lighting have already got it. Switch on the machines, pull down the black handle. They (yes, them) have their name written on the Titles. The same Titles which you tried to touch on - Do you deserve it? You deserve a black coffin, a fucking beautiful black coffin. I will spit on it, as I wish to spit on your face right now. Nature, the nature of the human being is bad. Occasionally good, maybe tomorrow. I will leave you alone, sure.

São Caetano do Sul, 18 de outubro de 2007.