The Paranoid Android isn’t really an android, or paranoid. In much the same way Bruno hasn’t been to mars and U2 isn’t really about us two.
Merely musings that are wrought from the depths of my despair (not as deep as Adele’s though, that chick is really really sad ). The aim of these thoughts is to prove to you (and me) that we are all doomed, life is pointless and all you should be doing
is having inordinate amounts of sex (with an unknown android perhaps?), copious amounts of drugs and obscene amounts of fun.
When you need money, work hard. If you need friends; don’t be an asshole. You want have to fun; do the above.