one day with a lot of hard work
and extreme dedication
and with impossible sacrifices
i will write poem 1000.

i will suffer and endure.
i hope i make it.
i will survive.
i will do it.

cross your fingers.
pray for me.
thank you for your support.

when the music is so loud
that you start crying blood
when you are so drunk
that you cut your fingers off
and you do not care
when sex is so good
that you puke on her face
and you both love it
when you wake up
raped, broke and without fingers
and you just want to
play videogames
that is a very good party