The bellybutton guy is apparently someone that belongs to the Russians. But then also him claiming all day all night that there is a certain good in the war of Israel. Somewhat he is Jewish, and so it needed just some really little time and I met the bellybutton guy next to the maybeman. It's a vicious cycle, but before anybody can think about it is the bellybutton guy searching for air. He is speaking so fast, that not even him can really haunt the thoughts. Him and me though having good bla bla because we both are fast thinkings. The other day therefore it happens, that the bellybutton guy takes a picture of me in a basement. We agree that it is funny to think about Dolly, but then I go: no publication, sir! and he say, well, then, I send it to the other Russian. And so it has been until he gave me his card. The card, however, has been falling into the tea and therefore was gluey. It sticked a while too long in the kitchen, screaming I make you famous !!!!! MIKE . Mike Tyson, is someone I need to think of. A really gay Mike Tyson. But it's just due to the fact that the bellybutton guy can not stop talking about the buttons he is pressing and pushing on his camera all time long. I have a belly feeling, that we will not get rid of him soon, and so he got my number from someone. Sent me something about gynecology. I think that might be something. Maybe he is onto something, or whatever. He, at least, takes a lot of pictures.