Words

"Fuck all of you, I don't give shit, music is my best friend, it soothes my soul, and when you say it doesn't matter, it's all I have. I'm Peter fucking Paray, I don't care What you say, turn off the light, it's night on the sun!" Peter is out, the words are straight from his mouth, he's feeling good, he lights a cigarette, his blood is flowing, his mind is at ease, "smell 'em! HAHAHAHAHA!" He's fucking insane