Tuesday, 30 August 2011

I ain't superficial about money

Or anything. You won't get loads of charts from me. You won't get loads of figures. Just blood, and bones. Oh, and flesh. Aching for money, aching for anything.

There is nothing. I can offer you it. You can take it. This is the pain, today. And it's nothing. Today, it's the pain. You can have it. In plain fucking English. I'll ram it down your throat. You'll choke. You won't be smiling with the pain I have. There'll be no jokes with the pain I have. It'll be your pain.

Welcome to hell. Take it from me.

[This isn't for everyone. They know who they are.]