mood: surly, then silly. it’s late, and i’m tired and emotional

The more I dig, the more I discover, and the more I discover, the more disgust I develop: for the fakes, for the frauds, and for the fucking fashion victims.

Fuck you.

Good Old Rich Kid Bashing Day ~ LOIKAEMIE

Good old rich kid bashing day
You call yourself free
But that is just a lie to me
You boast about how sweet life can be
On top of our hierarchy

Chorus:
Today
But today we’ll wipe this weakness from your face
Today
Cause today is Saturday
Good old rich kid bashing day

And the only thing that’s bigger
Than your mouth is your self
Proclaimed magnificence
But today we’ll put an end to this

Chorus

And your filthy inherited wealthiness
Is the only thing that stinks more than your arrogance
But today we’ll put an end to this
But today we’ll put an end to this

Chorus

And once you are stripped
Of the nothing you deny
You will see what we see
You will see you lived a lie

After which, there’s really only one solution.

Take the skinheads bowling.

About @ndy

I live in Melbourne, Australia. I like anarchy. I don't like nazis. I enjoy eating pizza and drinking beer. I barrack for the greatest football team on Earth: Collingwood Magpies. The 2021 premiership's a cakewalk for the good old Collingwood.
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3 Responses to mood: surly, then silly. it’s late, and i’m tired and emotional

  1. Dr. Cam says:

    But it’s Thursday!

  2. sparx says:

    only rich, important & famous people get to be “tired & emotional.”

    the rest of us plebs just get to be “drunk.”

    coz “tired & emotional” is a tabloid euphemism for when rich, important & famous people are “drunk.”

    get off myspace, @ndy! while you still can!

    scumbag collage use the internet to discipline students:

    http://www.cbc.ca/technology/story/2007/07/17/facebook-oxford.html

    no wonder the plebs take to drink!

  3. @ndy says:

    I am (spiritually) rich, (very) important (to Bübi) & (am) famous (in foreign circles for my poetry, written and performed in conjunction with Bübi).

    And as far as I’m concerned, every day is Saturday.

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