They’ve got it all thats what they want you to think, but if you read between the missing link. They think they’ve got it all out there see. well they can fuck off ‘casue they aint got me and they cant buy my dignity. 

I’m on that shit that you can’t smell, so put down your perfume

I don’t know Johnny Rotten but I’m sure… I’m sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself . And that music is so powerful that it’s quite beyond my control and ah… when I’m in the grips of it I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I’m talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn’t feel anything and you didn’t want to either. You know? Like that? Do you understand what I’m saying sir?

Will there be enough water,
When my ship comes in?

And when I set sail,
Will there be enough wind?

Just because you caught me,
Does that make it a sin?

Cool water
And the cool wind

We are but friends and family, we are the last of our kind.

I’m trying to drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away

Talking shit about a pretty sunset,
Blanketing opinions that I’ll probably reget.

I’ll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dilettante’s and ah… and ah… heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it’s a… it’s a term that’s based on contempt, it’s a term that’s based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that’s rotten about rock’n’roll.

I’ve changed my mind so much I cant even trust it.
My mind changed me so much I cant even trust myself.

The worry, the wonder, the shortness of days,
The replacement for purpose, 
The things swept away by 
The worry, the wonder, my slightness of frame,
The replacements for feeling,
The casual lay. And 
The worst of the wildlife wears clothes and can pray and
The worry, the wonder, for three meals a day.
Only death unimpeded, not slowing it’s pace,
Brings that petty, old worry and wonder away.

If it really doesn’t matter why do you care?
Don’t turn around if it’s not your affair.

keep it core. 

Do. It. Right! 

I’ve been watching a slow thaw come around.