april 2004.

GOOD Afternoon

Im sick of phrases, but not of the casual ones that already

became as worth as an echo in emptiness Good Afternoon!

Im sick of my own tales that I am telling to myself about

how everything is coming to its end. No meaning of it since
nobody is there who would comprehend it, and even I am
getting confused, even I am not sure anymore that I
understand anything

Maybe everything already came to its final end without me

noticing that everything is already finished. All dates are lost
and the END is already here.

Good Afternoon!