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Written for HT100 Challenge #90: This Is Your Life
I wanna Rock! (Jazz Hoyt's secret sound-world)
Life sucks. What, you gonna tell me otherwise? Come living down here for a couple of hours... What, Oz? Fuck Oz! Oz is for pussies, man.
Nah, come down here, inside my skull. I went to the U-ni-ver-si-ty, you know that? I can speak French, motherfucker. FLUENTLY, bitch.
Thing is...I don't want to. Man chooses his destiny, it's his fuckin' curse. And I chose mine, 'cause I am a man - basic fucking logic, no matter what whining pussies like that crazy accident proned lawyer prag Beecher or saint martyr Imam full of shit Said might say.
Yeah, what? Wait a second. Yeah, no, no, no, what the fuck?! Goddamn motherfucking cocksucking asslicking Satanic Professor of Doom!...
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BRAIN, ALL OF YOU!!!
I'm wanna rock now...
This is my accident. Does it do any good knowing about it? Really?...
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