I don't want to do it. You can't make me do it.
Thirteen months in Houston? Man, you blew it. You stepped right when you should have stepped wrong and landed up in a logical fallacy. See? Imagine a room full of monkeys masturbating furiously, their furry hands ablur. That's the kind of beautiful shit you can actualize if you own a ton of monkeys! Word.
Who wants to buy a monkey?
I want a cheeseburger that reproduces. I want consistent bowel movements like sonatas in the hands of a master stick-waver.
I am a few decks short of a skate shop, but I don't mind - you want some, then YOU cop. I'm gonna sit here straight drip-whispering. Until the darkness turns to shivering. Before the floodlights spill out over your picket-glazed irises. Big as tires, Sis.
You can shove the whole damn world in there.
If my brain just subsists of snippets and widgets, does it matter that one robot lets one robot forget? Am I a slave to my lavish debt? All wet. I want to take a magic pill that makes me forget.
So, I can unclench my jaw.
So, I can sleep.
So, I can dream.
Or at least stop hearing the same thing over and over and over and...
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