But what is so this poor stranger, this tramp of the net, this individual refusing the merciful system? Who dares to disturbyou, to you, during your cybernetic trip?

I lived of the sleeve by fishing for your leniency... Too much freedom calls, please , cross your road, forget moa fast, you do not stop, otherwise the pity is going to assail you.
Please , do not especially look at me! The Misery disturbs…