How sweet it is, baby James, how sweet it is. To be famous, to be exposed to peasants and vampires. A man shitting in the restaurant bathroom, I bet he wishes he was finished, like me. I'm at the table now, taking notes. There's a poor bastard with no teeth, he still enjoys his steak. There's an old woman with grey expressions, I'm sure she still enjoys pornography. All these lovely people with lives, and secret lives. There's a man in the bathroom with shiny white shoes. He's still shitting.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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