Gettin mine.

Dead Fred.

Dead Pres.

Kids are alright.

Indians.

Females.

I realize now how much she's just like the others, cold and distant, and many people are like that, women for sure, they're like a union.

Regularity.

My life has taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain.

Clear.

Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.

Listening.

Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.

Life.

Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man...

My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.

I'm So Paid.