come on let's go come come I see you look at my ass you want my fucking ass, huh? yeah? you want to see me naked? you want me to make striptease for you at home? i know you want)) come on come, baby let's go, let's go, let's go.. let's go come, baby you have a key? i don't have a key.. you have a key? i'm so fucking wet.. fucking WET in my FUCKING pants) come you have a key? oh? you don't close the house? I see you see my.. BUTT you want my ass, huh? yeah? let's go)) come on just give me this key, FUCKING key yeah i'm so fucking wet fuck oh God I just want you to fuck my fucking pussy [time announced: 23:57:00] [time announced: 23:57:10] [time announced: 23:57:20] ...This is my home. Yet there's a multitude of questions I cannot answer about this vast, mysterious land. There's also many questions I cannot answer about myself. What makes me sentient? Is it my family? Is it perhaps my anatomy? Is what I'm made of.. what makes me? Is that what makes me me? But what do I as a conscious being think about that? How do I think about that? How do I know that there's not another me in another universe? I don't. I find myself running towards questions that cannot be answered. I'm taking a road less traveled... [time announced: 23:57:10] ...based on some sort of an agreement, right? ...like "That's me writing to you, you send me an answer, here's your pic, I'm talking to you". The same rules apply to communicating with the deceased. The same methods we use on social networks. Say, there's an image of a certain person, right? I can say something to him, and I can hear something in return, but all of that's actually my own deed. What worried me the most in this moment, was probably that I couldn't hear the church bells... [time announced: 23:57:00] ...what's happening?.. things are so, so bad.. something tells me.. something's glowing.. i don't know.. i don't know anything, it's like we're moving in circles.. yeah, we really do so. let's examine everything over again, we're missing something... not a chance, though, there's never been a hall like this.. only doors, open and closed... am i running? WHAT? what's happening? ...generally speaking, all the mechanisms executing power.. all these mechanisms transgressed into an inner being.. now the power isn't something external to me, but something residing inside me.. but.. what has really changed? ...has responsibility increased? [time announced: 23:56:50] [time announced: 23:56:50] no one to cry to.. and no one to fight with.. if anyone calls, I'm not home "in this birch grove far from harrow and pain.." [time announced: 23:56:50] [time announced: 23:56:50] [time announced: 23:56:50] My body's aching but I can't sleep My dreams are all the company I keep Got such a feeling as the sun goes down I'm coming home..