They all want me to eat dinner on time.

It is generally accepted that I drink too much.

No one thinks that I love them.

There is not enough time in the day to smoke as many cigarettes as I would like.

I can do more things at once than anyone would believe.

I guess is doesn't matter.

I have too many friends to keep in touch with.

Some people have none.

I don't know what to say about that.

Religion is maddening.

I have a Hindu friend.

I suppose that Muslims are my enemies.

Dell seems to behave better than the rest.

They stand strong amongst all my tests.

That was my rhyme.

Coming up on thirty - years that is.

Biz… bizz… bizzz…

Wanted to write a short story.

Was relegated to simple lines and meaningless shit.

Open for suggestions and something cold to drink...