morning. again sun is shining. again evil doesn't care. weather doesn't matter. only peace on the planet does.
i don't know what fucking is going on in this world. but i've got a letter. and i guess soon i will become a superhero without heart at all. argh! this ache is killing me! i want some medicine, why it doesn't work with me anymore... i feel that my far-away heart-quarter is not safe anymore. that's not that i have some doubts about this guy who is looking at it, but my own heart's sending weird signals. and in the letter he wrote that it started to work differently.