I often tried to draw the guy I love,

but I never succeeded. Chris is dead. Jal won't get the baby. Elliott Smith, I love you. I don't even know you. I only write your name down to just have it fixed somewhere. You looked great. You sounded fantastic. Right now, I wish I was in New York. Why do they say that" social network" is one of the best movies of the 21st century. What is wrong in this fucking world? I don't want to sleep, because I want to be in New York and dance in a club with drunkards and junkies. Show me another better world and let us be happy there. In nowhere.Let us buy some utopic life, utopic biography, utopic bibliography. I fucked the New York Post.