Life is overwhelming.
I am weak, Oscar Blom.
I love too much.
I hate too much.
I wait too much.
I fear too much.
I know too much.
I know too little.
All these songs, all these memories, all these people, all these moments, all this future.
I love too much.
This is the first fucking comment on this entire fucking blog.
VastaaPoistaHello I love you.
If you see this, follow my footsteps
Adam and Edam fuckin fuck fuc k
VastaaPoistaI'm Johnny
Wow hell yeah. Fucking great. Who are you Johnny?
Poista(In addition to the fact that you are Johnny)
PoistaI'm just a cook on the sweet road
VastaaPoistahttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExdWbQelxLs
Johnny
That's some badass shit.
PoistaHow did you end up here? How did you find this place? Seriously. I'm confused.
Don't be
Poistawell, I'm like turtle on the porcelain seabed, occasionally female prostitutes comb my hair, and there are funny things, parents called his son to do something, buy clothes, step to a Dodge, eat rice soup
it's all about inertia, next gluey moment
Johnny
Still confusing.
PoistaI once knew a dog named Johnny. I'm afraid he's dead now.
Anyway, who are you? Like really? I want to know something concrete. Are you Finnish? Do you speak Finnish? Do you speak Swahili? Are you hairy? Is your real name Johnny? Is your last name Marr? How did you end up here? Are you Hillary Clinton? Are you okay, Hillary? You're probably not Hillary. Are you okay anyway? How's your sexlife? Are you a poet? Are you a hooligan? Are you a bully? Do you like laughing? Do you consider yourself "the real life Bart Simpson"? Do you like walking? Who are you? I want to know something. I'm tired of not knowing anything. I want to know something. Please help me.