deposition rhythm, re-written. sidetracked by the inevitable, and railroaded by the pettiness of selfish men
whose eyes lied? and what's in the money? i stare with childlike wonder as people shout and scream, bay for blood and throw their credit cards at the television
it's electric, this feeling of submissive superiority - A warm voiced, ambergris answer to the quiet murmurs of dissent at petrol prices and how late the pizza guy was.
"i can be better then you because I don't care..."
where does it all go? cashflow, into the crook of your elbow - hundred dollars buys an armful, cheaper then a girlfriend and more reliable.
i guess what i'm really trying to say is that if you're finding society hard to deal with then heroin is a pretty good alternative to consider.