I’ve been collecting Bad Karma points, even today I’m polluting with noise. Some people say I will annoy you to death but everything I say means nothing. Streetcar graffiti, iridescent lights, I’ve still got nothin left to do before I die. Can’t trust these voices in my head but everything I say means nothing. Somebody better put together a world wide web intervention for all these anti-addicts getting high on life. Just so you know, there’s a drug for that...