I fixed that second to last one for you.
It reminds me of some nonsense an old friend of mine used to spout. "SMP" (Sex, Money, Power). He said it every day, he wrote it on the walls, he wrote it on his possessions, he even wrote it on himself. He would tell me the importance of SMP, and how SMP was what life was all about. He said that he was always going to be better than me because he lived his life by SMP.
A decade later and all SMP got him was a small room in his girlfriend's father's apartment. But you know, SMP, yo!