Some kind of monster….
Hey that title just came to me. I guess it’s a sign to listen to Metallica again. Don’t know. Time beeing everything is strange. Wheater is strange, life is strange and it only took me 20 minutes to re-register my motor cycle at the local administration (what normally takes about one and a fucking half hour).
Maybe it’s some kind of monster sitting on my shoulder and directing my steps in life. I don’t know. At least I don’t where it takes me. I courious of the way but the progress makes me very sick. And there we are again at the now.