Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More Today is 22.1.2011 and the truth is: in fifth grade: I did not go to school for about five months (when I'm drunk: I usually say ten) until the cops came for me: hah! :I've been on the edge of the law since I was a kid! Even though - I don't really know how it happens - I'm not any renegade - I'm just a moron... But it wasn't a great holiday: as it might seem: it was like smoking: only sometimes worth it - you usually endure side effects: remorse: the fear: that it will ruin you. That year my uncle sent me a dolphin watch for Christmas - it came a handy: as I sat on the stairs in a block of flats - I watched their chronic tic. :So I have deep felt-through what The Eternity means: because: it stood motionless mostly. I flexibly operated between the staircase: and the elevator corridor: depending on the type of banging that echoed: and I looked down at the terrace - on people who don't have to stay in exile before the lunch. The hardest moment came: when I went back to school after a long time. When I reached the bench I cried. Because: I heard that spooky word on the way to it - the truant - oh god: I'm really moron: I didn't realize at all: how I was very sexy then - I was a criminal: I came back from prison ... it was tough girls: but I'm here for you ... But if I hadn't been crying then - I could not now publicly confirm the existence of an angel - she hugged my moist pile of misfortune on the bench - briefly and firmly: such a little girl: I couldn't remember her name: but I digged it out in the end - her name was Renata. She was blonde from flying close to the sun: and I don't remember that I would tell her something at least - I guess - the day: I pushed down into the underworld for many years: so: thanks Renka