My name is Oidipus Prime, I'm a writer, i lost my soul somewhere, my blood drop from my hands to the dust.
Always wandering on the land of the undeads, my sanity's gone, the deliriums take my life.
I lost my treasure, and i search it hopeless in the desert of misery.
Give me a gun, a bullet and something to shoot!
Listening to: Bob Dylan - The Times Are A-Changing
Drinking: Everything in sight