I've got my spine, I've got my orange

lust rusts? genius
forget a watch, my internal clock is sub-atomic and particles dance and spin thinking that they'll never die as long as they're fashionably late

I've got my orange...

it is disgraceful how much i want in life
for the precious little i offer the world, entitlement shouldn't even make a cameo in the folds and ripples of my brain. but i'm only human

i'm (l)only human

I've got my spine, even if it does go soft at the most important bits. and (don't look now, I'm talking about a girl) I definitely go all jellyfish when she smiles.

where is the efficiency expert who will take me from operating at a loss to my grand and mighty days as a world leader in living happily?

c r u s h ?!?!?!?