[floatingslowly]

Originally Posted by Diesel

I fall out with everyone I know. It's only natural. I've got a good mind to waste. I got caught doing 57 in a 50 with a car full of booze. £100 fine and 3 points on the licence thank you bobs yer uncle. I've worked in an office for over 10 years. A decade rotting behind a desk. I finally got a promotion down to the basement. Mail room extraordinaire. At least i don't have to think anymore. I'm going places. I got scar tissue on my tongue. Gonna Lance it off. I viewed a house with downstairs bedrooms - contemporary modern living. The ambitious managers will foken av' ye. Grow a family Jogging Cliche. Then what? Leave a legacy. Perennially uncomfortable with silence so fill the air with mentally-ill-turmoil. It's easy to profile public. You get the gist, so die and get pissed.

yr an artist, Mx. Bush.