I can’t wait til all the stories ever told will have been told again on television so I can resell a retell at retail for real for the rest of my life. There are no characters here, there aren’t any left to fill, but characters are always welcome, whenever they come back.
If only I could win a million likes on Facebook, I’d probably name my child Batman get a dog named Roofie and start my rap career. I don’t like guns, unless they’re bangarang and fires grappling hooks… I’m afraid of what dope will do to me, probably start feeling up premadonnas like a Virgin,
Jump out of windows and place my self in bodily harms way. But I do like the mask, I could be like Doom, but more friendly, I’d like to keep it educational. I’m really hungry. Maybe I am a starving artist, I just want mom to make me lunches everyday, in a bag… Golly Gee, a memory of an idea that I had when I was four! Brown Paper Bag Man! Delicious apples, bananas with Nutella, what’s the name of it they had them on the Telly. Ask Gary. He saw it. I’m angry and I’m not gonna take it anymore.
In the laundromat 5 pairs of pants, 11 pairs of socks, 8 pairs of underwear, lost count instead of socks.