Drop out.

all I wanna do is turn around...

where do I go from here?

Knuckle train to Fist planet.

Gimme that dog.



Everything has changed. Nothing has changed.

Content with misfortune.

Left please.

It's hard to do this when one does not have a computer at hand.

Rebuilding my empire. My queen remains at my side. Our minions grow as we cut the fat of life. We're gonna get out one day and take the world by storm.

Band. Soon. Fast. It's been too long.

Job I don't completely hate. How rare.

I continue to be content with life.

Not to be left alone

Maybe I'd sing you songs of love and praise if my mouth wasn't so cut and bruised.

I'm the person I am today because I'm sick of being used.

Maybe I would play some songs if my fingers weren't so out of shape and tune.

Million songs up in my head and they aren't to be used.

I'm a wage slave war machine and I've got some ideas for self destruction.

Watch the lines in my face and you'll get an idea of my fourth quarter earnings.

Give me my fucking bailout.