War and Peace. Laudable bullshit, yo. Rape the women, congratulate the drugs. Such a so-so existence. Turn on the TV and drool incessantly. Play the piano. Beat in the keys. Flats and sharp knifes, black and white. Tasty snack cakes, crumbs dribble off a double chin. Log on, tune in. Pretend you have a life. Bump and grind like a whore, but you're still daddy's little girl. Does this come in my size? Hell, no. Your life is a mockumentary, and it's low-budget. Just a click of a mouse away. It can be all your's. It smells like death and candy, yummy combination. Put it on shuffle because you don't know what you want. I want a double mochachino with whipped cream, tall. Brand-name or go to hell. Did you hear stereotypical celebrity had an affair with an anonymous hottie? STDs are good for the soul. Thank, God for Penicillin. Self-conscious bravado. Importance without anything to say. Insert the laugh track because the silence is deafening- so deafening. Repeat incessantly.
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