(..) laying strips of venison in the empty car-pool lane of some abandoned superhighway. Feel better, champ. Tyler? You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... Wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. Trapped inside this clockwork of space monkeys. You shouldn't be smoking in here! (..)

(..) And you... You're too fucking blond! Get out of here, the both of you! Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. When he was like, (..)