Allow me to stab shards of hate down your sides to split your attitude right into death leading glory of wining the lustful hunt of money that you’ll never really know what it means to those suffering by night. Pour forth the wine of salvation called love. Sympathy measured out in equal amounts to control a crazy man whose life was lost in a hunt gathering as many paparazzi pictures as possible. You sir win the Academy Oscar for most dubious character falling for society’s ultimate tick and betrayal – JUDAS effect we all see lies now in your hungry throat which screams silently for some purpose. Maybe you didn’t have to chase something that didn’t exist to be successful. By chasing what you thought existed had brought unhappiness and bitter taste when you cold have followed what you knew was right there and whet you loved but instead you chased a dream made of lies lined in plastic.