If I choose to read books, listen to rock and roll, and drink tea with my legs crossed, I can only end up sinking in the deep sea with Radio Rock, I really don't want to read, listen to rock and drink tea. You know, as far as I know, the guys who listen to rock and read a lot, including self-righteously enjoying life, are mostly a bunch of bitches. Even so, I still have no choice. As far as I know, the funniest people in the world are these bitches. If you stop rocking but are still rolling, you are actually dead.
You can fuck the wives of your friends, you can be such those bitches, you can drunk all day and all day long, you can have drugs, you can smoke quite quite a lot. But don´t kill your dream for sucking gals or money or power or anything. It´s not quite a matter how long you lived or lived, but for what you die or died. I really don´t wanna leave regrets to my dead, rot bones.
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