All about nothing really. There might be something about drinking and some other shit I’ve thought about while waiting for a download to complete.

I wonder

I wonder how it is to be part of the generation below, looking up at ours To see many the same, many licking imaginary scars Most, rebels, with no causes, just trippin’ away the time Burning the days, fillin’ up on tequila, salt and lime My heroes all died young, I just hear their immortal…