Still getting by with my sticky fingers and this deluded sense of self-importance. Found my values in the Seven Deadly Sins. Hacked my way through life, built up unlimited Bad Karma...One thing I can guarantee, if you’re a vegan then you’re weaker than me. You’ve got brittle bones and butterfly skin. Absorbed my brother in the womb and I’m the evil twin. Streetcar graffiti, iridescent lights. I’ve still got nothin left to do before I die. Can’t trust these voices in my head but everything I say means nothing. Let me piece my thoughts together with my limited vocabulary, just talk about the weather. I imagine we’re imaginary characters in someone else’s virtual reality. I know I’m unimportant, pretty sure I’m just an NPC. I’m getting really good at cheating at Monopoly. I’m getting really good at cheating at Monopoly. They can send me back to jail but I’ll get out for free cuz I’ve always got a few cards up my sleeve. I’ve been collecting Bad Karma points, even today I’m polluting with noise. Some people say I will annoy you to death but everything I say means nothing...