Instead of asking ourselves how many plans we can have, we should wonder how many people we can be. One who cares, one who lies, one who doesn't give a shit, one who tries to cope, one who wants to believe, one who tries to forget, one who breaks down and cries for that, one who worries about useless things, one who wants to be a rock star, one who's a selfish motherfucker, one who pretends to ignore, one who could ride a bike and live in a tent, one who keeps massaging ideas and another one who sees a point in making them happen... one who prays for guidance, one who's supposed to know the way. Once you've figured that out, it's as pure as Math: if you realise that in your head everybody is smiling and pointing at the same spot, go ahead and make some money - otherwise, you'd better lock your fellas in a room for a few days, feed them with beer and, after some sex and rock'n'roll, wait for an album filled with the greatest hits.
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