Politics, popularity, paranoia, pharmaceuticals. Are you in?
О БОЖЕ МОЙ БОЖЕ МОЙ!!!! ТОЛЬКО Я ЛОШАРА ПРИДУРОШНАЯ МОГЛА ТАК НЕУДАЧНО РАССЧИТАТЬ РАССТОЯНИЕ МЕЖДУ ПАЛЬЦЕМ И БУТЕРБРОДОМ И ОТКУСИТЬ ГРЕБАНУЮ ПОЛОВИНУ НОГТЯЯЯЯЯЯЯЯ БЛЯЯЯ КАК ЖЕ БОЛЬНО >_<
Politics, popularity, paranoia, pharmaceuticals. Are you in?
I would have been happy with mediocre success. A record deal, small tours, a firm hold of myself. It’s what I wanted, what I probably had somewhere between the first and second album, but I missed it. I didn’t notice. So now I’ve got my face on magazine covers, fans screaming and passing out at the sight of me, and I want to put this car on reverse and go right back to that moment I missed, that moment in a club in Buffalo where I noticed a few guys of the three hundred headed audience singing along, and my heart stopped at the achievement. But it’s too late for that, and I’m gone.