Spreading the Dis-Ease

Roll down the window, I need a breath of fresh shit. a*sume the worst, and be amazed to disgust. There is really no preparing yourself, no day is without incident anymore. Action is bad acting. Everything's a f**kin' ha*sle. Tomorrow you'll care less. How can this nonsense be a tragedy? What's to feel? f**k you for even making me have to think today.