Making copies...

Oh, yes....! There's goes... ME... Yes, me, myself and I...! The fucking "fucker"... Buzz... The Buzz Man... Buzz-Oh... Buzzy... Buzz-o-lin... Making copies....! :op

Yes, I feel like I feel like I feel like...! Like what? Likewise, thank you.... :op

But as a matter of fact, I really feel like a mess... Why? And who the fuck told ya there should or would be a fuckin' why...?!?

I'm just a sub-product of... Of what? I don't know. Why should I care?!?!

I just try to live my life. More than that... I try to make a living... out of whatever I can -- since I don't have much and can't do much...

Oh, yes... I forgot to tell you: I'm fucking broken. I'm gone! History! Fucked-up!! I'm a fucking mess, trying to make orange juice with less more than "stone tools and bear skins".

But WHO CARES.....! Damn.....! No-fucking-one.......!!!! I'm not Jesus....! I'm not even Captain Kirk, goddammit....!!

Why, Mr. Anderson, why, asks Agent Smith by the time you got jailed and have ONE fucking chance to (maybe) go out alive....? Because you HAVE TO...! Everybody wants your liver...! and I have no liver anymore, as to say....!

Damn, I'm giving myself up to "the cause"... I'm jumping at the bridge! I'm the trigger and the bullet! I DO the fucking thing to happen..... And even thou I'm walking on the line! I'm on the edge... Living on the edge... Sitting on the edge of forever...

What can I do...? What should I do...? I don't know...

It's a fucking shit to please all the "Misters" and "Mistresses" all around...

Sometimes I feel like I feel like I... well... I guess you got the idea...

No? Get LOST, then... And buzz-off.

Buzz
(MSC)
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