It all goes around, its like black round, you dont see the light, you think they can be everywhere, you feed the people with you own game, wich is violance, you like the same game, you all come from north, there you are crouping like old dogs, you life everyday the same way, its not my people, I come from south, you like to show your that part, you like the lutherian games.

You take the space like your person is, you like the happy people, they like to do the hard things, you like to keep the life light, 'you do the mens work, they play like the childs, You all have the same kind of wifes, they are already divorced, and taken easier lifes, going to the cafees, feel the different talk, they beat peoples spinals, so that they dont work.