BY SEBASTIAN WINKELMANN
There I was once again, living some strange life with roots to deep to belong to my own existence, the lapse of misfortune yet complex encounter with such fucked up type of situation, whatever it was it was gone and so was I, maybe it was the moment I planned all along subconsciously or who fucks knows what, for a brief eternal moment I thought. Am I ready to wake up? Then, I paused and remembered why so? Don’t stand up, it will be done if it had to and thats not up to you to decide just yet. Who needs a fucking coffee that bad anyway?
