I don’t understand the theory, just the concept, it’s why I'm an artist, are you looking down on artists, who the eff passed you the mike, my friend Jeff, his spirit living on and haunting me, in the depths of the abyss, we learned what crackers covered in Ukrainian piss tastes like, live, laugh, shot, he's dead, like cigarettes in an ashtray, a pit covered with bodies, some hotties, had to silence them, because they witnessed what happened to them, brunettes and blondes, prisoner exchange, rule 69, died laughing, with tears in his eyes, wondering god why, you and your daughter’s panties, again and again, a ghost watching, the cup overflows, the cookie crumbling, hello, this is customer service, please hold, what would the stars say, Michael Cera, like Beetlejuice, diseases and games, California burning, is the sky still blue, boom, dead again, in my mom’s basement, yelling headshot, flash, flash, Ashley are you all that, and more, Miranda and her feet are sore, shots fired, gravestone, dead poet…

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