tomorrow this stranger

tomorrow this stranger I'll never know because as I go I get lost in today, which is good for me before I hurt because there is a time when it switches into anything , one month, one year, one hour is the choice unless the fate strikes a blow then there everything disappears under furniture, you are never safe from a madman who strikes by what my head he does not like, it's not why I will not buy me a new car, because if that's how I keep there, a place I know because now we can prepare everything on internet, whereas before we had to settle for a road map, now you type on the keyboard, google map, and once we have the pictures of where we want to go, you can prepare your trip by seeing before you even get there, it's magic, but as modernity is assessed without emotion, we do it as if it was normal, like vomit after ten glasses of whiskey while undressed, saying anything laughing unintentionally, walking through, knocking what is in hand, and finally a restless night full of monsters that want to eat you sex, I fight as I can, and ten hours after I wake up sweat, everything is there fortunately I'm still in my room, nothing has changed, it's wonderful, but I have to think, I can not go on like this, I go to the wall, then I must help me to do I'll take a slice of bread and I will keep in my pocket to remind me that this slice is worth living without halve hope to give it to  vulgar evenings