We’re
running on fumes, betting heavily against us, the leverage is running thin.
Gambling, just because we want to be in uncertainty…
Suddenly,
the odds catch up with us. Fucking gravity… and right there, before that
bottomless plunge, we don’t cash out and live happily ever after, because we
just got to lose, until there’s nothing left, when all assets are ruined to the
ground!
El zilcho,
fuck it! Reboot is the only way we feel alive, only here we find freedom!
Care for
a dance?
