Think about the past old jobs and this job and future jobs and the scars left on your soul. I go into someones place of work, they can tell I aint no courier, they're shit scared. they think I'm there to kill 'em and I...........................and we paraphrase and we don't say exactly what we're thinkin' maybe a twinkle in the eye gives it away, the knowledge that when that bad thing they always talk about happens I will survive, you.......so, eat that micro-wave pizza, eat it.
These may be bad emotions, for the first time in fourteen years I went four days without feeling those emotions, I was in a paradise an island paradise,so peaceful, so calm a few more days I might have gone mad. Perhaps I need those emotions to be complete, I actually missed the rain and the tourist and four-wheeled douches I missed the anger, fear hatred and contempt. Is that how sick I have become.
Feel the pavement when you bounce from it, hear the engine of a car roaring behind you, answer the static coming from your two-way, embrace the corner of the box that craves your spine while you´re carrying it in your bag, taste the cold and yet sweet taste of beer when it sparkles in your mouth.