wow, what a scolding storm i unleashed there... because my wording and pictures struck fright into readers' spines...

sorry, but believe me, this is no evil intention! it's the "emotius" inside me.

when i feel bad and unstable, i act PURELY on instinct, anyways. the poem was my very own personal processing of a real difficult day, full of real difficult events, which really noone needs. the middle of the night was the only time i could do such thing - after all, in the day one has certain responsibilities - even emotionally... at this point - and who will hold it against me? - i looked not even as far as my own nose.

well, same goes for the opposite direction: with the moment of good news emerging, up wakes my highly optimistic, sunny joker's temper, eating away the boredom of regularity. i am a quality engineer, i believe firmly in "quality is the customer returning, not the product!" and in a certain way, you are my customers... non-commercial consumers...

in a nutshell, a well-disposed reader could take away as a summary this: to an extent i let you peek into our cards. with everything that is part of it. i dont think up the events, thats the older, wiser guy with the longer beard. i'm just the chronicler. this said: please, dont shoot the messenger! thanx! :)