It's working out hard for me. Ain't worked out in months. Noticed my wrists were actually shrinking. Lame lil routine I got for 'em but I guess it's better'n nothing. Hurts anyway.
It hurts it hurts it hurts, I love I love I love. Sick of hearing that yet? Sorry, I don't write so much new stuff that I can bury the old. It's gotta beat, you can dance to it. 'Are you really (setting 'Hurt' to electronica)? Why yes, I am, whatsittoya? What is it to me? Life. The effort. Imposing will on chaos for as long as will lasts.