oh what a lovely day to die

today I should say something new... but there is nothing new to be told.. there has never been anything new actually... things just repeat themselves...
the poetic thing was nice.. but I don't think I wrote anything worthy.. actually I have never written anything worthy.. at least not worthy to others.. I think.. but I don't know... I don't know a lot of things..
all is full of potential force.. it doesn't give me a shit though
everyone is full of potential actions... they don't change a shit
so everything stays as it is and simply repeats itself over and over again