Thursday, January 8, 2009

In God I trust, rest all must pay in cash.

Beauty, honesty, integrity, veraciousness,trustworthy It's all bullshit!
You make shitload of bucks!
Everybody loves ya!
You are smart, tall, hot, funny, sexy, intelligent and every fuckin' possible thing. That's all what counts, liquid! heck of that.

You don't make no money! nobody cares! you die, you live. Noone gives a fuck!

Money can buy everything

Money does buy everything

Money buys you gold, big house, Audi Q7, Louis Philip, wedding in a glass room 100 m deep inside Atlantic.

Not just that

Money buys you people
Money buys you loyalty, faith and other grey shit
Money buys you love
Money buys you sleep
Money buys you life
Money buys you ME

I am on SALE

you fuckin' all are on a giant fuckin' SALE, hiding your price tag! waiting for someone to quote your bid, waiting for someone to raise it.

There are no shitocratic man made classifications

There is nothing like good or bad.
There is nothing like beautiful or ugly
There is nothing like honesty or dishonesty
There is nothing like trust or antitrust
There is nothing like love or hate

There is only one classification ME and all of you. I am what I am and you are not me.

fuck ya

My convenience is my principle
My mood is my stand
My delusions are my verities

Don't be the good cop n' bitch about the bad cops.

Be a fuckin' a bad cop

This ain’t my frustration, that’s the notion I breathe in n’ out with. I never had no bad or sad incident in my life, whatever I’ve come across in past 21 years of my life was a new and nice experience to me.