Day 1

First page from dead men's diary.

All I need now is long empty road, gallons of fuel, and hunting knife on my belt.

This all shit this... pain (I dont want to feel anything than it) that happens lately is transforming me into half devil.

I think that I need to know how it feels when I destroy someone's mind, hearth.

I wan't to feel my own blood, taste it.

I'm a hidden beast, my head is ready to explode. I felt... and I can't get up, and I propably wont...

But deep inside I still feel dying love... still have faith in myslef in her, him, them...

Nothing is ment to last forever... I wasn't born to last forever... I will be dead till midnight, till someone will kill evil in my poisoned hearth? I don't know anything and sometimes i think this should be this way...

PS: Why motorbikes don't have reverse...? Ahh... Fuck.

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