your life is always the post of something else …where is the present  in the way that you present yourself? and it’s disgusting how little that you try, the existential equivalence of pink eye. drink alone and watch tv, youre expecting harmony, statap your tune with silver spoons, and the loving pending doom. guiding satans steady hand, forcing beatles to dispand. It’s ego freaks and drama queens, the young at heart know what i mean.

you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.  you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world. you could do better, better than that you’re a fraud. thank god you learned to keep your shirt on. you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.