We up at 4:13 AM smoking dogshit wrapped in dollar store receipt printouts of Kilo Nueve's Lessons. Shit raised my Psychic Glimmer so high I'm fighting Ptoh's Rokhs. I soaked blotting paper in that shit that leaks out of the Gorgon's face, put it under my tongue and now I'm moving in directions that RA can't follow. These bitches need to be reminded that I'm her. Put a mini-fridge and a jacuzzi in my Expanded Compartment so I can drink deep and descend. This shit ain't nothing to me, son.
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