Street Individuals

We made it to the Street Individuals blog. Cool.

Bome #5? Post #3. Postbome post #1? Meeeh, whetever.

Been drinking every day since my babe left me. That has led me to a new group of people which I've been hanging out with. Well, it's Marek mostly 'cause we got drunk some time in Krooks a couple of weeks ago. Anyway when we were busy drinking...

This how funny we thought we are when we were shopping for beer. (Usually 20-40 Silku's per day). I have no idea where the fuck these guys can get money. But why should I care?

We look kinda same, dude.

... were busy drinking @Taavi's....

This place is fucking awsome by the way. 3 floor party house + basement with sauna. Could have made cooler pics but I don't wanna get busted to my mom. Hur.

The thing about this place is that ever since the women left the house, it looks 300x worse than it does on the picture. And we don't have a 12 star out of 10 pizza anymore. 

And the owner gets angry sometimes.

...were busy drinking @Taavis, (god, fucking finally...) Mare was busy hustling some Evil to Saaremaa. First package delivery failed, don't know why, (one theory could be stealing and doing, but I guess he will never do it again, because he's dead or so overdosed that... yeah. A new Hitler will born.) and the second package consisted already 10x of Evil. Sulev customised the package a little bit of difficult to open.

Delivering the package. Wrapping it up actually, 'cause we had to open it first, 'cause we decided to be evil. We got one for free, so. EEZY MONEY YO LET'S CONSUME EVERYTHING. 

Donkin' around.

So when we were evil @Sull's yesterday, we philosophed the shit out ourselves, but the package looked something like this:

Converse'i tenniste kingapakendus on paberkott, milles on kilekott, milles on plastikpakend, milles on tikutops, mille ümber on teip, mille sees on kapsel, mille sees on bõum, mille sees on keemia, milles on värvid ja füüsika, mille sees on elu, mille sees on muusika, mille sees on 100 veel asja, mida ma ei viitsi kirjutada.

Another things came out too:

Ma püüaks su kinni

Ma sööks su ära

Ma imeks sind

Ma lutsuks sind

Ma mäluks sind

Ma neelaks sind

Ma seediks sind

Ma pigistaks sind

Ma situks sind!

Sa oled mu jaoks muld

Muld, millest sünnib elu

Elu, kus on sitased värvid

Ehk siis sina, kes läbi sööd mu närvid

Mul on kõrini 

Nagu väiksel lapsel

Ma tahaks kisada

Ja pipart juurde lisada

Teeme hea näo pähe

Sest neid on ju niigi vähe

Kuigi ma vaatan üles

ma ikka otsin sind

Sa ei lase mul olla

Ja sa ei lase mul tulla

Palun aidake mind

Lülitage mind välja

Visake mind aia taha

Rebige mind

Kiskuge mind lõhki

Andke mulle viha!

Andkue mulle liha!

Sest mul sinust on kõrini!

I think this poem is about bome. 

 On the phone screen, this guy looked like a French guy with a French moustache. At the moment it looks like I just wanna eat it. "Pane ikka võid ka peale, ja ikka korralikult, et hambad ei põruks!"

This is just some random fury. (The thing about being in the Evil zone, you just do bad, destroying, evil things subconsciously. Not the first time though, but this thing develops. It's not that fun at all anymore.) This logo could be Bome's logo. You're a fucked X between the umm. Evil's parallel. Ooo, badass.

Anyway, when the Evil was starting to wear out WHOYOUGONNA CALL?

Yep, you gessed it! :)

Love you!

MAREEEEEEEEE......

...... K. :) 

Sorry babe. 

Marek brought us some booze and the night went on. Got 3 hours of no sleep before my Sixx: A.M. 10 hour work day but it's cool. Yeah, I feed the sick now. Not literally.

Smartphone 123!

Past events3

Nothing much. Whole lotta lovin' n' donkin' 'n' 'ts it nagu. 

 Woman.

Went grillin'. Hun is swaggin' badass with a flat tire and firewood.

Life sucks so hard that this guy cries shit.

Haige jõnglane ikka! Või Märt sina või? 

Baby left me again. 

My new accessory. 

Peculiar.