I'm having a rock star day.
No, I didn't wash my hair. It's bigger if you don't.
Of course I'm playing my music too loud. If it wasn't too loud I might risk hearing other people. I can't risk letting their psychic energies disrupt my creative process.
Sleep? Boring. Besides, I don't need to sleep. I dream better when I'm wide awake, baby.
Yeah, the place is a mess. I'm not a total pig, though. I'll move into a hotel if it gets really bad.
I can't decide what to have for breakfast, bourbon of cocaine. Or maybe toast. Yes, I know it's nearly six o'clock in the evening. Your point?
I'm tired of these dog and cat creatures. Bring me a capybara. Dye it pink to match my Porsche.
Hey! Where the hell is my Porsche?
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- Don't read this title yet - I want to re-do it.
- You want this title finished when?
- Every word of this title is true.
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- I wrote a title, and you can too!
- You write the title. My fingers are resting.
- I started this post with nothing but a title and a...
- This title will do.
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