I'm slowly going crazy. I'm slowly going crazy. I'm slowly going crazy. I'm slowly going crazy. I'm slowly going crazy. I'm slowly going out of my mind.
I may have already left. I may have already left. I may have already left.
Mind, mind, mind. Mind, mind, mind. Mind, mind, mind.
I'm slowly going crazy.
Pim-pirim-pam
I'm slowly losing my mind. Mind. Pro-pro-pro-proto.
I'm slowly going crazy.
This year of writing is driving me crazy. So much to write, so little thought. I'm a lemon, and my challenge is a big club.
When I get up, I write. When I eat, I write.
When I watch a pornographic video, I write.
When I have to go to sleep, I don't go to sleep. Because you shouldn't sleep. You need to write. Write letters. To have them.
Mind, mind, proooooto. Proto, proto, proooooto.
I'm going crazy.
One day I will leave and never come back. Well, when that day comes... Then you'll see! Then you will see! Daniel Garšva Goriunovas! A real cannibal lecturer.
Maybe I'm already out of my mind.
Because here I got up, took my computer and while lying in bed I talk to myself and look for answers to life's questions.
I can't find the answers.
So I write.
I imagine that I am Sigitas Parulskis. It's a pity, not on the seashore and I didn't lose the scissors - on her shelf. Also, my toenails should be trimmed, they shine at the end of the bed, poking out from under the cobblestone like mushrooms from under the moss.
One day, I will become a writer.
But first, let me write more words. Today's limit is 976.