Where Does A Wristwatch Go

Do you like this poem?

To meet the UN TS C (yY a) I decided to make the issue a little lighter for the second time, this is called humdrummer. You recite the pace of your life routine and you bite their lips as if each hour becomes dull, with the ticking of a watch and you go to those places where the good times happened and you smile when you think of this time and want kill the people you shared it with, because of what they have and you mollest every thought becomes a reality until a separate until it means nothing and you realize that life itself is a single thread and you want the thread would break, because you are not brave enough to curb yourself and you know that nobody cares And you know that it does not matter anyway And you know old cliche, that old cliche, the old cliches … Who cares? Rhetoric, of course:. Ughhh. / I'm tired of people who can not see things deliberately. Christ, you are retarded.

That's good. But you do not care, do you?

GO III HELL – DIGITAL WRISTWATCH (feat. Vicki)