I talk to cats in the alley.
My lifes a joke.
I'm broke.
I live in cali.
If I watch the news one more time I'm going to be sick.
That cat fred was talking.
He sais art is dead.
The acid boiled over in my stomach.
Vice grips tightened on my head.
If I talk to one more cat I'm going to watch the news.
The cats told me theres ghosts in the alley.
Living ghosts called americans.
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