In my own words
Question: Why is it that every time I'm walking down the street, some asshole wants to stop me, just to give me a flyer? Fuck that! Question: Why is it that every time I turn on the radio, I hear the same five songs, fifteen times a day for three months. Fuck that! Question: Why is it that every time I walk into the fucking bank, the tellers look at me like I'm the one that robbed them last week? Like I'm some fucking whore. What the fuck are you looking at? FUCK THAT! |
The Meaning Of Life...
Fire is what I am. Fire is what I breathe. The heat.. is what I bring. The wait is over. Now is the time. |
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