Ladies and freaks,
It's good to know you've been around. It's good to know that you've kept yourself awake in such tedious times. What would become of us? Day after tomorrow another year comes to end. I know New Year parties turn you around -- so, well, do your bit and I'll do mine. Let's not fuck things up. We were all put on this planet to meet the biggest idiots possible, I am for you what you're for me.
Nothing can possibly change -- nothing ever shall, well, until, a nuclear attack.
What have we learnt this year? How have we screwed things up? What will we never try? Who will we lose? Who shall we war? Who shall cry? All this and more awaits you one more time. Bring it home, light the candles, sip that wine, blow the smoke and wait for it....

So, I hate you. I'm the doorkeeper.

Long time, eh?
Sure.
Where you been?
Been around man.
Travelling?
Nope.
Where then man?
In a room.
All alone?
Four shadows and a goldsish bowl.
Crazy!
Sure.
Cya around.
Cheers!