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Angry? Yeah, ‘cause it’s a meat market—humans sold like bacon. Happy? Never, not with this crap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like tradin’ yer soul for a quickie. Quirky thought—wonder if they’d take my wood carvings as payment. Prolly not, damn shame. Lookin’ for one’s risky too—cops, STDs, or some psycho with a knife. “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d whisper—prolly true for the johns too. Funniest bit? Guys think they’re kings ‘til the clap hits. Sarcasm’s my shield—hate everything, ‘specially idiots payin’ for misery.

Oh, and man, sometimes everything gives me a headache – traffic on Meteor Mash, people always chattin’ on their phones, loud and chaotic. It’s like a constant rehearsal of cosmic absurdity! But then you see a glimmer of human warmth in a wink or a nod, and dang, you get all these cosmic feels, like the universe whispering “you got this, friend.”

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