I'm not interested...

But I am.
Oh yeah.
Fucking love the drama.
Get with the banshees!

It's crazy.
What's going on in my head is... different.
Oooooooh.
Madness.

I think it'll be okay.

Definitely worth it.

These hands are broken hands...

So we walk in time to the polyrhythms of a million iPods, playing louder than ever a call had been necessary. But these are the ways - maybe rules - of a 21st century life built on dysfunction, consequence, reflex, insecurity and irony. Oh, how good it would be if we were still together and awake. The latter would be a real treat.

But life is beautiful, because I have the kind of hair that a dormouse could live in. And that's great. Who knows? Maybe looking like this particular fool could be perfect. Because who doesn't love a beautiful mistake?

Like a missed take. Mistake. Ticker tape. Irate. Too late. My sake.

Oh, you love me off my feet.

Agressive beggars.

It's a pet hate of mine. They make me sick to my stomach. I have no problem with beggars. I'd be dishonest if I said nine times out of ten that I give money to beggars, but once in a while I will, if I can, if there's money to burn and somebody else could do with it other than me.

But agressive beggars... Fuckers. Fucking fuckers. I want to stomp them, kick them, beat them. I want to rip their hands off, watch their cans of Tennants Super roll away down the street. Fuckers.

"I hate you. I will not give you money. Your attitude deserves you not such luxuries. How does that feel? You wanted the money, I understand. But you should be polite. How does that feel? My foot on your skull, pushing down. You deserve this. My money is not for you. I hate you. Die, you fucker."

But of course I'm nice. I don't know if I hate aggressive beggars or just agression. I just wish they didn't make me feel the same way.

Nothing is funny enough anymore...

...and I don't know how to change this.
COMF*CK.
BZZZT.
There's a sound....
Is it you? Is it me?
do we have to use all this grammar no i dont think so okay well thats good then thanks very much good work i love you who are you god there could be five of us talking
SOMEBODY BRING ME A FULL F*CKING STOP
Control towers stopped smoking again.
Show me your hands.
I did do a nice thing. But I can't tell you what it is.
Oh why?
It's far too grandiose.
Or maybe I don't want to be the idol.
You have to love those kids though. They make the bestest mistakes.
Stupid f*cking horse. Calm yourself.
Oh yeah, is it that time?
No it isn't?
Are you sure?
Where are your words?
Here?
Shit, how did we miss it?
I love beauty.
I love beauty.
Acronyms are more fun when they spell rude words.
Gooddddddlybops.
Who else hates the internet? NOTMEMYFRIEND>>>>>> Commmmms.
F*ck it.

The last tree I saw...

...got cut down too soon. I didn't cry though, because they told me Summer would come soon. Oh, so, so, so, oh.

Panache.

Another time...

...wouldn't be so nice. But it's okay at the moment. Shit fades away. It's good to know that. We should celebrate it really, it's too tiring to take it for granted. Life can be good to you. You just have to let it.