This is why I'm hot

so maybe we're plunging into a cultural boondoggle when we bring electric, steam-powered, new-fangled ideas into the plum role of money-making power houses. the forces that be are the forces that were while the superstar of yesteryear becomes a faint memory of the shiny plastic and dye that revolves around your Play-On player until the two vertical lines are pressed. pause. no homo. save your words for the righteous one. the smarmy fuckle, fickle fellow with the fedora. feel the air rush through your veins and the embolism is only a mile away. did you know that if you lined up every inch of skin from end to end you'd be dead? it's true. i read it. i felt it. i made it understand that there isn't anyone in the world that can harness the true energy of the atom. push it through the assembly and disperse the crowd. cause a scene and ruin the night. you come in here thinking your portfolio is full of fresh and free media? can you repeat that to me again because i didn't give a shit the first time. lead the way, down the well, as this mess leaves us wanting and waiting for the mess. i am making you money and you don't even know it.