Off, this fucking theories... and religious stuff.

We both know the answer of everything... It is the fucking!

If you think somebody cares...

Where are you?
How are you?
...

(You are fucking... damn...WRONG)

Oh, fucking expression, attention and impression!

(Dexter)

I was a victim of violence... No reason for vileonce just few sucirity guards came... we were 3... they were 2... and look they fucking kicked and punched us very very very hard.

Disapproval of the whole thing means by itself dead.

Music is an equation of noises and I fucking damn like noises... I die for one more noise.