Sunday, March 22, 2009 @11:07 PM
I want to be rich and I want lots of money.
I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny.
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds.
I heard people die while they are trying to find them.
I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless.
It's all about fast cars and passing each other.
But it doesn't matter cause I'm packing plastic.
And that's what makes my life so fucking fantastic.
Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner.
Now everything is cool as long as I'm getting thinner.
I'm on the right track.I'm on to a winner.
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore.
When we think it will all become clear,
'Cuz I'm being taken over by
The Fear.Mad rush, frantic digs at the thick pile of papers.
Half completed Mob, checked.
Nearing done but not yet Gp stuff, checked.
Totally untouched Econs, i am not sure where.
The other miscellaneous required to survive in school for the new term, checked.
So this is it, a new term.
Let's get busy because i am taken over by the fear.