Oh the Guilt!(dont bother reading)?

Im jazzing on symphonies created by 3 piece beach bobble head boys and its making life a ******* bore! all i want is a little monotony to break up my ever pacing rock and roll lifestyle. im plagued with thoughts of vietnam vets and old teddy bears filled with cotton picked by slaves. maybe im guilty of over-complication, a fantastic compilation that's totally unnecessary. maybe im guilty of being a trendy prat who can't move hip enough and hop up enough but is totally fine with it because im not conforming to the non-conformists. whatever i voted for ollie and i wear turtlenecks with the shells strapped to my back making me look like a poetic koopa troopa. spinning my captain crunch lingo back at cha like im snoop dog or eazy-e. im breadwinner fresh like frangs bakery.