After all I'm again and again happy, because I know that I'm something. My love is happy with me and I'm happy with her. I write my little shit and make some wannabe-art. So I'm living in my own world and will never open my eyes, because my world is better than yours
So, the fukking moral of this story is that you shouldn't rape your mice, because they are too small and would burst, hihihi. That sounds funny, but after all you have to clean up your penis and the room and all the things you/the mouse made dirty.

pm: Britney Spears is evil, Ernst Mosch is god!