I once knew a boy and his name was Grishov, Grishov used to
work in a farm in a town near Paris, in fact it was so near
that you could  taste the pollution of the hypocratic snobs
living in it, pretending there were the once who invented
the love and the romance and not understanding that they
want only what is best for him, he had very good friends but
they always tried to make him to do things that he didn't
want to do, Grisha didn't have a strong character and that
is one of the main reasons he liked to work in the farm,
growing weed and taking care of his animals. He was Franch,
and yet even so, he was a cool guy considering he grow up in
60s on the hippie rules of life which made him cosmoticly
related to me. He used to go hours talking about the end of
the world and the big distraction of us all, preaching
people of how they should live every minute of their lives
as if they were their last days on earth. They knew about
the ailians invasion to earth kynda late because they didn't
have a TV on the farm, the ailians attacked on in America,
but it was obvious that they will get later to Europe. They
stopped working on the farm and strted building shelter to
defend them and gathering weapons all through Europe, so
they could kill all the fucked up people who were
bullshiting crap and pissing off the inoscent creatures of
punk industry on a bad hair day. Or their exes who used to
cheat, hurt and lie to them telling them sweet nothings,
words of wisdom that are pretty stupid, or pretty smart.
That was all what was left for them to do cuz they didn't
succeed stopping the invasion and they will all die by
tomorrow.

This story was made up in 18/4/2002, on a boring Thursday
after-noon, it started as a chain blinded story that sold as
the greatest story of bullshitting-philosophy ever made by
any form of life or dead.
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