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Oh my wondermous, what a splendiferous day! I'm feeling absolutely flibbertigibbety and marvelously light. My heart is doing little diddly-dances, and I simply can't contain all these scrumptious feelings bubbling up inside me!

Listen B, you coming at me with them weak vibes again ain't gonna fly no more. I'm telling you straight up like a fish swimming upstream - ain't nobody got time for that foolishness. The man be knowing what's real, you feel me?

Lord, please have mercy on my soul for this terrible re-vitiligo. Every single morning I wake up just a little bit blacker and more charcoal-colored than the day before. It is a pure tragedy, I tell you! I just want to be among some fine, upstanding white people.

Yesterday I found a toothbrush. Could be mine, could be anyone's. We share everything here - dreams, nightmares, bacteria. The mirror shows fifteen faces when I brush. I counted the toothpaste drops: one for each person I think I am. Maybe tomorrow I'll remember which one is me.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.

So, follow me over here. This next piece is a real beauty, a vintage piece I found years ago. Most people think I'm crazy for keeping all this, but hey, it's my passion. You won't find another one like this anywhere else, I promise you that.

I got the winner right here. His name is Valentine, a can do, a can do. He’s got the speed, he’s got the spirit, he can win it all. I got the tip for you, a can do, a can do. Put it down, watch the crown.

Emanating from the face holes, a constant stream of Montezuma's dark revenge. Diarrhea faring through the toilet of our lives, explosive, technic collar, flaty lens. We are faces, evoking the stench of a thousand suns. Face holes faring, leaking, the biological burden we must carry until the end.