What have you done when I am fighting with bloody reality?
I have been waking up by your mother every day before dawn.
She was slapping me: “Bloody childish! Bloody serious!”
At the same time, I saw FATE, he was laughing at me: The result is the same whatever you have wrote.
Actually, I found that she is so nice to me. Only your mother can understand this unexplainable story.
One day, Yves came to my bed when your mother was slapping me.
He wants to touch me.
Your mother said in a flat tone: How dare you! You want to touch a psychopath? This is only a crashed body.
Yves: I just need a body. Who care about the soul?
Then your mother slapped Yves in a bloody seriously way. Yves was going to escape and your mother was chasing Yves for a bigger slap.
Your mother has not came to slap me recently, may be she has found someone else to slap.
After that day, I become a bloody human.
Pet Shop Boy said: Rent, pay the rent, human.
Then I started to eat (even I do not want to, but Pet Shop Boy said: you look like a dead human) and answer those mechanical and unpractical interviews.
They asked: What is your five years plan?
I answered in my mind: Is anybody still planning for five years? Do you want a dramatic answer? I can give you.
They asked: What is your strength?
I answered in my mind: My strength is something you cannot accept since this is unlimited.
They asked: What is your weakness?
I answered in my mind: Do human understand their weakness during last five thousand years?
I asked myself: Why human always making trouble for themselves?
I heard a song when I faded out from my body.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xLmL4nNv4w
I asked Bob: How can you see the moonlight? There is only light of LCD in the earth.
Bob: You can read her and then you can feel her.
Bob, maybe I can walk with you.
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone
