I'll wing it. New hit single called, "Not a Single Hit"

I'll find fame and abuse it. That's what my friend Wayne said. Little guy.

Or whatever his name was.

I'm bad with names, Cuz.

I admit it. I ain't ashamed, Cuz.

And most can't
I don't play games
Done with the whole thing
I got my own dream
I realized I was always gonna have pure gold in my bank vault west of the best thing ever, my deposit of thought is a pure thing, not a vein of rot...

Whatever the fuck it is it is awesome. Fuckin philosophy blossoming into actual perception of life in the dog shit.

If they could they would talk the way I do. And they don't. I mean everyone everywhere.

If they would, they'd dodge the shit the way I dare to.

"What is this nitwit babbling on about?" You're probably saying.

What I'm saying is I'm insane!

And it's fucking amazing. Kinda scary.

Very indusive to the use of certain derrided and often delighted infusions of what Hitler's doctor gave him in 1945, except with new and better incluences. Oh. And I'm dying.

The shit does fly from Germany. Sweet. That Germany. Disturbingly, it makes the...