Wednesday, September 29, 2004

96 days: The beautiful people

Rock is back.

I don't want you and I don't need you
don't bother to resist or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the beautiful people, the beautiful people
it's all relative to the size of your steeple
you can't see the forest for the trees
you can't smell your own shit on your knees
there's a time to discriminate,
hate every motherfucker
that's in your way
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
it's hard to pick which one they eat most
the horrible people, the horrible people
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascism will take it away
I absolutely adore him.
I haven't spoken to my parents about Drik yet. I know if I persist and stand my ground they'll still let me go. But should I?
I don't know why I don't feel guilty about spending their money, or putting my life in danger. I've always been selfish this way. Not sure about the latter, will Shyam be either that irresponsible or think I'm that smart to stay out of danger? Maybe it's all over-rated anyway.
I still want to go, it doesn't make a difference to me. But to my parents.... it does I think.
Fuck, what to do, what to do what to do.
Pray and hope for the best I suppose. Everyone wish me luck.