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Look here, Wonderbread, this ain’t no muh-fuckin’ shoe sale. This is gun-in-your-face-pop-a-cap-in-your-ass for real. These people been in my head too long, they all be talkin’ at the same time. Ripsnark is the loudest, yellin’ above all the others just that one word, over and over… “Kill! Kill! Kill!

I don’t know how much more I can stand it. It’s too damn crowded in here, too close, sweat drips from one to the other. Some don’t even speak English. They just be jabberin’ away like I know what they want. One even talks like you, Wonderbread, all proper and pronunciated. Maybe he is you. He tries to keep it all together, keep the riff-raff in check. They stopped listening to him, though, and I’m scared, man.

I dreamt last night I was out in the ocean, so far I couldn’t see land. It was scary, but kinda nice for a while. So quiet and peaceful… Then I was back in the apartment, and I felt like a volcano about to blow. That’s when I called you. So can you fix me, Wonderbread? Gimme some pills, or shots, somthin’ to kill the rats runnin’ ‘round my head? If you can’t, you know you’ll be the first to go. And don’t be callin’ no po-lice. We’ll both be gone before they get here.

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Look here, Wonderbread, this ain’t no muh-fuckin’ shoe sale. This is gun-in-your-face-pop-a-cap-in-your-ass for real. These people been in my head too long, they all be talkin’ at the same time. Ripsnark is the loudest, yellin’ above all the others just that one word, over and over… “Kill! Kill! Kill!

I don’t know how much more I can stand it. It’s too damn crowded in here, too close, sweat drips from one to the other. Some don’t even speak English. They just be jabberin’ away like I know what they want. One even talks like you, Wonderbread, all proper and pronunciated. Maybe he is you. He tries to keep it all together, keep the riff-raff in check. They stopped listening to him, though, and I’m scared, man.

I dreamt last night I was out in the ocean, so far I couldn’t see land. It was scary, but kinda nice for a while. So quiet and peaceful… Then I was back in the apartment, and I felt like a volcano about to blow. That’s when I called you. So can you fix me, Wonderbread? Gimme some pills, or shots, somthin’ to kill the rats runnin’ ‘round my head? If you can’t, you know you’ll be the first to go. And don’t be callin’ no po-lice. We’ll both be gone before they get here.