I never book commercials because I'm too angry.

And the commercial world is that ridiculous,

like, honey, how'd you get the shirt so fresh?

You know what I mean?

Like, that ridiculous, like, the world is falling a shit,

but the biggest thing is, how did you get it?

So I'm always improvising, like, honey, honey,

how do you get the shirt so fresh?

I mean, one out of three people

are in jail these days.

People are stabbing each other for food,

not half a block away from this audition.

Yet you get the shirt so fresh.

How do you do it?

We're trapped in a loveless thing.

I mean, I just stay in my room and stare,

and I stare.

And when you knock and say, oh, you are right, I pretend.

I say, yes, it's not true.

Yet you got the shirt fresh.

How do you get the shirt fresh amid so much sorrow?

I mean, the sorrow is incomparable,

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