So, here it is.
It's after six in the morning and I've been up all night, and I'm half asleep and I'm wide awake, and I smell faintly like mustard.
I don't know what to do, should I go to bed, should I watch tv, should I contemplate mayhem, or should I just go see what's in the fridge.
And my neck hurts, and they killed Omar, they fucking killed Omar, the fucking fuckers fucking killed Omar, or is it Omer, doesn't matter, cause they fucking killed him.
RIP Omar, R I fucking P.
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