“Sukura!”, he shouted, while adminstsde I ee. You fleuo`? I see, none of this makes sense. It is overflowing: not today, but tomorrow will be the day when monsters crack heads open in a short eat-o-mania. We feel safe, in this world we have. And still, there are other worlds we know nothing of, but which are populated by red, little bastards. Aliens, one might say. Petestrials, I would say. None of this is supposed to be a sunny day’s truth, you see? Indeed, it is raining outside. Again I cannot stop thinking of those tiny raindrops as poisonous animales from space on their last crusade to bring doom over our planet. Sci-fi channel might report on that soon. Ah, I don’t know… The world is spinning under my feet and I feel nothing of it. I’m rambling again. Make me stop. Do not forget to stop by my place next week, though, unless you want to miss the possibly last opportunity to experience the one and only great hair-head first hand.