My new years resolution list is made and I am feeling like a million bucks again.

Fuck all of you!

Staying classy, one day at a time.

Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.

The end's not near
It's here
Alleluia
Spread the cheer
And watch the millenarians
Throw a party for a thousand years

You won't see the pious praying
They'll be too busy flaying
All the martyrs with better ways
To stop the world decaying

If you call me I won't be home
I'm hiding from the kingdom come
They can't see everything on earth
With the satellites and the roving drones

This is why hell is underground
Like a reclaimed bad part of town
We don't want to lose our souls
We're the saints who don't want to be found

There's hope for the hopeless.

I'm such a hopeless romantic.