man life is crazy. no rest for the wicked. i hate that shit that people try to give you. i love driving life as fast as it can go and theres nothing wrong with living life to your fullest.
and may i be a parade of bandages for you everyone to see me wounded in war eating reality with a silver spoon i found in your attic dusty but new put away you thought just for a few but forgot about me like your rusty old spoon