try track nine. that's what i sound like when i-

oohohoho.

i wish i was drunk right now. where's mah cocaine? aahahaha.

i'm kidding.
about the cocaine thing.
i don't do that.

sometimes i wanna quit this all and become an accountant.
but i'm no good at math and besides, the dollar is down.

'i wanna scream i love you at the top of my lungs, but i'm afraid that someone else will hear me.'

where's my good luck? i forgot to send it back so karma would cover the postage. now i'm left with wrong-side up horseshoes.

i swear i'm just crashing, i don't need the chemicals anymore.

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