I hate everyone. That’s what she said. It’s why I didn’t take her to see the show of some male at her work. There is black malice bubbling in my heart. It’s why I don’t want to see a single other dog in the courtyard come Carlsbad’s time to crap.
It’s why my neck is crooked and my back is snapping.
It is connected at the nerves, Mercutio… These blades coming from my fingertips. Hashtag bloodyeyeball? what is this?
Reginald was burned in the flames of our furnace.
The looping is making me throw up in my beard. Please stop.
New York is coming.