Streetcar graffiti iridescent lights, still got nothing left to do until 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. 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. Somebody better put together a world wide web intervention for all of these anti-addicts getting high on life. Just so you know there’s a drug for that, it can help you sully your clean act. Just relax when you get stabbed in the back, everything’s alright...