My English is Bad, My Portuguese Stunk because Beer I Drunk. Anyway in English I wrote because this place smell's like Globalization and if NASA doesn’t go to Gaza, apparently Gaza don't give a shit to NASA, but some astronauts of Gaza said “Fuck fuckin' NASA! Fuck all your fuckin' imaginary moon trips! Fuck fuckin’ Space Food and Fuck all fuckin Nasa nerds” and NASA Said "Whatever... this is a State of Bombing for Peace" but what the Fuck I Fuckin wrote??? Someday I feel like a Rolling Stone but in another day I feel like Shit, and I'm asking for a trip, but a Trip to nowhere is like found a Space Monkey in Holland, but he doesn't say nothing and I sent him to the fucking Arctic. The fuckin' bastard is now Best friend of a Polar bear and a philosopher in the Local Academy of Ginger Town. Some People ask me “What the fuck are you doing?” and I just smiling say “Hum… just kill some Emo Kids with my axe and drink some beers, watching oprah… why? Are you a fuckin Emo? No really If you are an Emo please Get a fuckin life in a fuckin nowhere town and wait for a nuclear device in your Cheeros” but in a next day I saw a pigeon bumping into a Emo Girl, and I thought "It's Karma!", and instead of quit Drinking' I keep drinking' my daily six pack plus a bottle of Rum, a French weird Wine, Tap Water and a Canadian Top Model! In the Middle of this I Think, “Who Cares?” I don’t give a shit for my non sense writing do you? Never mind if Bob Dylan have a non sense writing why I don’t have one to? Anyway my English is bad, My Portuguese Stunk, The World is not Pink, The Emo Kids are invading everything, The Nazis are not Dead… Yet, The Water has flavours and the Beer is my only Friend… or my only Friend is the Gin? Who Fuckin Cares?