call me flook. i tend not to answer to my first name.
my life consists of eating chinese food, spending time with the people i love, & getting fucking wankered.
an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war. our Great Depression is our lives. we've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, & movie gods, & rock stars. but we won't. & we're slowly learning that fact. & we're very, very pissed off.
Awesome :) I have a wicked bad headache at the moment ¬.¬ Taken about 10 different tablets today :/ Surprised I haven't passed out haha. I missed Art today cause of it, good job mind my sketchbook is appalling. Hows yours going? <3 xxx
ahh right, yeah i just listened to the transplants one, its not it but it talks about the heart and transplants and stuff i cant find the lyrics coz its like a scene acted out just talking its called 'all in the family' xxx
