I will tell you why.
Forget James Dean.
Forget Marilyn Monroe.
Forget Jim Morrisson.
Forget Romeo and Julia.
We are not like them.
We will never be like them – never!
I said I wanna change the past, the present and the fucking future.
But now I only wanna change the weird future.
It seems like the end – «FINIS» – of a movie. It’s the end of time – of our movie, our time.
It’s a hardboiled nightmare. It’s not a «cosmic-paradise-dream». The nightmare is so real. You can smell the blood in the air.
I smell tears – salty tears like the sea. I’m sad.
It’s the end of time.