"when you write the biography of  a friend,

you must do it as if you were taking revenge for him"

flaubert, letter to ernest feydeau, 1872

In the beginning, when we were winning

I was your ever-present love-sick fool

sorry, mr. lennon, but happiness is not a warm gun

happiness is twitter (?)

when i grow up,

 i just wanna be tina turner

and one morning you wake up

and the lost boy that you had taken to your home

turned into something like this

welcome to reality

hey, are you lost?

do you want me to take you home?

-was berlin your first choice?

- sorry, i dont get your point

- nobody comes here for no reason. people come to this city for two options: looking for the cure or death

- i see. give me a pair of days here and i'll give you the answer