I got you out of bed for what – to watch me get drunk and yell fuck’em all!
I’ll fly across the floor. You’ll see a broken man.
Self-destruction is cool.
Fuck the law and everything that is represents.
You can call a cab, but I’d rather walk.
This post means nothing. Just like your pitiful existence at life. It was inspired by a song. Music keeps an insane man sane. In the words of the great Nietzche, “Without music life would be a mistake.”
I feel my creative streak coming back. Be warned.