Yeah, well, so it goes.
Cut off your hair, unplug your phone. Crash your car, burn down your home. Sell your belongings, all your clever drawings. Try to make a dollar from the grave.
Try to forget all them enemies and debts, they’ll just chase you round and give you sour dreams. Or struggle all you like, put up the good fight they say but someday everybody dies alone. But hey, who knows?
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
I opened my wallet and it’s full of blood
One of my all time favorites. How can you not be having a great life with it on?
DO YOU LIKE STUFF?
THEN COME TO STORE!
AT STORE WE WILL PRETEND TO BE YOUR FRIEND FOR MONEY.
PLEASE DON’T FORGET TO BRING MONEY