there was something. lots of mexicans in white. things. some women. other stuff. i don’t need to remember. i needed food. i needed more women. i needed thousands of mexicans. mexicans! make me happy, mexicans! these things. this stuff. today i need sad rap music that no one listens to. more sad rap music. stop me. i need to keep piling on the sad rap music that no one wants until they hate me and disown me because i push this sad attitude around. after this i can and will take a crap. maybe eat something. it’s fucking wednesday already. someone please stop this piece of shit, i can scream, at the mall, where i will probably buy white tennis shoes later today.