So not that anyone cares, but I was hit by cyanide. They did it a few times, and I didn't know what cyanide was, so one time I let them do it--because I had nowhere to go and ran out of money running from them, and it killed me, but I came back because luckily hydrogen cyanide really isn't a big deal. I get a little dizzy, and my brain is messed up now. It's getting better.
It's like cyanide with an orgasm. It's quite painful. He's got his machine up there on his Mellow Gold album.
They're killing useless eaters apparently, but they don't want me to get in on their good. I'm between a rock and a hard place. I want them all to suffer with me. Open up the camps. We'll see what Beck is saying then. I want to see your eyes all hopeless and stuff. I need the sky and that's about it, but I'm still a little weak for hard labor.
If they would use their knowledge properly, they could find out how to time things to where you could get the waitress to give me a packet that you planted, but they don't want to be cool. Useless eaters.
Cyanide is like the most painful way to go. Those people really suffer as they go. There are agents that are 100Xs faster and better to use on someone.
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