Time takes a cigarette... ...puts it in your mouth. You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette. The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget. You're a rock 'n roll suicide. You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it, and the clock waits so patiently on your song. You walk past the cafe, but you don't eat when you've lived too long.
RE: I`m not apethic
Shakespeare:I come to bury Caesar not to praise him....oh I can't be arsed!