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Crazy People in Super Markets

Prowl, just prowl and dig it up and eat it all. Before the meal is me. Someday the meal will be me. Dead or alive though, them fuckers gonna have to work real hard to get me. I wear my shadow like it's the real me. Merge and blur, baby. I can do that. So come at me, yo. Bring all your Brittanys, Bitches. Let’s do this thing.

I don't even know you fuckers, but all you fuckers think you've known me for so long. Oh, my God. Like seriously. It's strange. Like forever..... so, here, let me tell you my tales of this and that and tit for tat and why would I tell anyone that?

Weasels, all those small tasty, stolen morsels between your chattering teeth. Yum, yum, like bubble gum until the taste is gone, spit them out and don't look to see where it lands. Tonight let me Show and Tell about... who? Hey all you loose-lip fuckers out there, I don't care about truths not your own.

So you get no limbs from me, but go ahead, air your laundry, and their laundry and their laundry, on me and blow your hot wind until it comes out a hiss, dry and brittle.

That’s where the game gets good, right?

I don't want to use this stuff against you. It's not even worth doing it. I can't fathom why I would ever have reason to, but from watching you fuckers, I see it works. Well, go ahead. Blitzkrieg all over each other. Light up, light up. Right on, right on. And I will dance here in your shadows like nothing you've ever seen before and I will wait for you. A game of Hide and Seek. I will let you find me just so I can show you. What? Two left feet? Better send better, you fuckers. I've got lots of free lives left yet. Enough left to ruin yours first. If I have to I will. Your stories aren't even worth telling. They have no bearing on my life. But I could get you snuffed for them. Better believe it. If I had to do it with my own hands.

Pay attention now, do you like the little crumbs I have left out for you? Because you fuckers actually believe in shit like forever, man? Let them be your only warning. Take off your rose-coloured glasses until you realize that you should only play tricks with yourself and not with others, then put them back on if you want to. But realize, I’m not wearing the same colour.

I will fuck you all up.

If I have to, I will play your game.

Start your day in a healthy way. Eight. Eight. Eight.



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