"My favorite part of night when sleeping pills are needless
and fingers are looking forward to typing some ugly words concerning belldom.
So you may wonder why I’m writing in English.
Erm…I do not know either, he-he.
Let’s agree that I just like making mistakes.
Or I’m fond of this beautiful language which I’ve been learning for my whole life, but have made no progress.
What a pity, I must say."

 

господи Х_______х

 

This means nothing to me, cause you’re…who are you? Eh? For years I’ve been thinking about you, I’ve spent sleepless nights to find out why you are so…   perhaps attractive to me. But I don’t know the answer yet, and I think I’ll never be able to find it. Even my precious baby, that I’m holding in my hands, doesn’t have any idea about you. She’s confused and unable to work properly, to sound perfectly. She just can’t forgive me for devoting my life to you. She doesn’t like drums, maybe even hates them, but still she shares me with you somehow. Mirror manson is more straight, you know. This choosy thing doesn’t accept you at all, and now I’m considering he’s right.

 Drumsticks. Fuck them. Fuck your drums, fuck your skinnies, fuck your sunglasses. They prevent me from just coming up to you. You look so awesome that I can barely talk to you. Words from my bloody mouth sound terrible. I dunno how our fans can appreciate the way I’m talking to them. You used to tell me something that has always calmed me down in such situations, but now your primary concern is, of course, clothing and some hot girls in your bath or somewhere else, ready to start satisfying you. Dirty bastard. Fuck you.

I’m irritated again and it’s all your fault, cunt. I hate your behavior, your manners but I’m still in love with that boy I’ve met at school. It’s fucking wrong that you’ve grown up, cause I haven’t. You left me only once but you’ll never be back. I will always regret telling you I adore you, I’ve always done so. You laughed and just smirked at me when I was quite miserable and abandoned. I thought you just didn’t catch the idea and it was my first error. The only thing could be said about the past is that you was ashamed and nothing else. Ahh…why didn’t I armed you tightly and smell your soft skin? If so you’ve never been able to escape and to hide from me. As for me…I would have never ever let some suspicious girls even touch your cheeks or your hair or your back. But here we are and you are somewhere with Kirk and you both are having great time together, I’m sure. You are my drummer, you are touring with me all over the world, you were beside me all the time, I was near you. He-he, such dickheads as me are just losing their chance and then dying from jealousy. What’s the use of being Matthew Bellamy and being unable to fight for the right to love the person who is…who’s he?... He’s my…let’s just say that he’s mine, okay? Now I must go and shout these words at his smiling face. Well…I don’t mind spoiling his days so why should you, eh?

'scuse me, i apologize(c)