Could treats so good be bad at all? A hunger oh so strong... 'La Dolce Vita' is my call, delicious can't be wrong.

Spin this that way, that to this, it's quite easy to do. Discretion is unneeded where the roadblocks are few.

I just don't have time for all this worthless chatter. I'm apathetic, because it doesn't matter.

Perception is an excuse not to see that everything's just as it seems, to me.

Rocket-fueled rapt ambition; fate concedes to my volition. There is nothing I can't take wherever there's a win at stake.

Wouldn’t it be perfect if I could fit in and never worry about what others were thinking? To be free of these vacant, immutable fantasies and released from this ceaseless want of emotional refuge? To be normal. Would that I were.