You can fail and fail and fail and fail and fail… But when you don’t die you still sit around and try to reach three stars in another galaxy that only smart people has ever managed to get close to. It’s what you have to do when you are so scared of dying that you are forced to be a negative downer for your enviroment until somewhere, in another galaxy, something might gradually change. Wheather it is ”cake” or ”death” that is in store for you isn’t a question, just the alternatives.

I was going to buy a notebook yesterday. After an hour at Media Markt I had decided on ”The Chosen One”. They didn’t have it. ”Please come on a weekday and order it.”

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