ahh!ha! ah, i'm a goner.

boy oh boy my precious boy.

he gots his own way to rock.

living light, inner peace, messenger of love.

marsh heart.

oh, fuck! i am hung over. please kill me.

report on the state of the world.

we all die at the end. what a downer. can't we just play a role, until we get it right? can't we just rehearse and make a movie?

we came, we saw, we blew shit up and built forts with mickey d's inside. we laid the rest to waste.