My voice seems to be falling down in the areas unknown to anyone. Things I say don’t have any foundation.
I want cash. As much as possible. I can only count in K-s. Don’t call me if you don’t have a lot of K’s. Can I have your keys? And your wallet? I don’t need anything. Just money. I’m gonna do anything for money. I feel like I am an artist. In short – I can do it. No one really knows what it means. It has nothing to do with life. Yes, things I really can do is .. It’s really hard to say..
Do you know how one packs a suitcase? Go home.
I don’t listen to anything and anyone.
I’m not true to myself.
It’s just an image, don’t worry.
I’m a snob.