Lots Of Pressure In Stomach

puffff ...

, lost, overwhelmed, avoiding the inevitable at bay ... I want to escape this very moment in time and space. Staying up all night forever. Forget everything. Avoid me. No, do not avoid me: rebel, but seriously. Ignorance rules, clocks, calendars. And be free, absolutely free. But above all free on a Monday which is haunting me, torturing me, relentlessly pursuing me ... Sunday, bloody Sunday ... I want a life sabbatical shit!

(You're a shining and I'm am lightning
raaaayo're a gray Monday, I am Saturday Saturday Saturday sábadoooo)