Dear Diary,
I've lost it. I've lost any kind of following I may or may not have had, whether on youtube or here, or anywhere else: I've lost it.
Don't matter, for langir of amourous adventure feuls enriched life experience through the missed affections of a beauteous blonde jardinier. The hit-counter due to infamous mis-deeds and an anti-hero persona means sweet fa when compared to languishing after her embrace. A giddy haze of mushrooms, smoke, and drink. The match-made in a mushroom field, a hazy Jane, inundated with intoxicating liquor. Love.
Meanwhile, Back On the Flex Maxy hath been jamming with his old man. The rock 'n Roll set is all hammered out now - mighty fine. I have just one person in Allemagne who reads this.
Gutëntag,
Maximus.
