Mes Pieds Son Gauches...

My mind is set, right, to a place somewhere over a ten-thousand miles away, up, up in the sky. She will be flying soon and i will remain stuck up here, in my rabbit-hole. The only thing it's now a fox-hole. I'm turning all tyhis into a war... a world war. And i don't give a crap if it's One, Two or Third World War. I'm busting everything to hell and i'm going there and back. So, hard-rock fans, it's time to dust up the old records, let's put out all the black t-shirts, pay a little visit to our old tattoo shop and bring back the Bob Guijarro we used to know and love!!!
But beware... after all, he's the one with all the dark secrets, he0s yhe one with attitude. Sorry, Sting, but it's "go-back-to the box" time for you again. If i'm gonna be lonely, i'm gonna be lonely my way and i'm gonna give you, girls, a true reason to hate. The Jackass it's coming... and it maight be worse than the Apocalypse, 'cause this time it doesn't give a fuck if his friends are married, divorced, in a relationship or whatever... HE TAKES THEM ALL TO HELL WITH HIM!!!
I know, it's the recentness of the events, but i really feel like i can burn the world in a single breath.
By the way, the drinking, the smoking, the beers and the bad girls (the whores, ok?), are back, and, boy, did i missed them!!
Bye, bye!!
See You Later!!
(Or maybe not)
"You never know where i am
(i always know where you are)"
Invisible Man-Theory Of A Deadman