“Truly, I’ve, endured, enough, of this!” I, swear, beneath my, bothered, breath, strongly, and inaudibly. “What ‘Ju,’ angry about ‘Mang,’ what?” Caveman, starkly, screams, crudely. “Of this, of all of this awful, tiring, oppression…” I, madly and sadly, sigh to myself, irritably. “For, I’m so tired of all of this, and of all you truly, inane, fools!” I, lackadaisically, lament, irately. “What’s wrong man, what, what?” Says a vacant, unfamiliar, and unrecognized, voice, softly. “Now, you shut up, because you’re blowing my high, so nicely!” A, weary, Arcky warns, angrily. “Yeah!” Chimes everyone, as if on, evil, cue. “Perhaps, you should grab another Hit, and get with the program!” A, cooing, Pepsi, pouts from the corner, amiably. “Oh, who in, overfilled, Hell asked for your hateful, old, opinion?” A displeased, disturbed, Papo, disquietly, drones, apathetically. “I’m, hot-weary-tired, of getting high, Gang Wars, hanging, idly, out, and no future life, no work, and lastly, and finally, of all of, yackety-yak, you!” I, broadly, declare, to my now, deliberately, deaf, Brothers, icily. “What’s up swine, don’t you desire the smoke, or the wine?” Groans a tepid, glass-eyed, and easily grinning, Tornado, gagging. “I’m fat-full, in my mind, so I’m fleeing on Friday, intentionally!” I, mightily, shout, shyly, to myself, intensely. And, I totally, make out entirely, that each, mad, one of them, are muttering and mumbling, curses, mutely, and softly, at single-minded, sad, me, completely, through the, intelligent ignorance, of their tainted, lazy, lips! “So, sir, where do you think that you’re going to go, so swiftly?” A, very, visibly, vexed, and anxiously, angry, Tweedy, chillingly, chirps, in, arbitrary, anger. “I’m going to the Army, given that I’m sick and tired, of feeling, so, freaking, tired, and sick!” I say, in, final, frustration, and, sweet, irritation. “Certainly, you must be as crazy as our mad, Brother, Caveman!” “Oh, Gangster, you, don’t know, there's a, dumb, War going on?” “Why, you’ll get, seriously, killed, or something, greatly, worse!” Chino, excitedly, says, in a, sorrowfully, envious, chant. Staring him, meanly, down, I declare, in my heatedness, straightly, “Please, can anything be more annoying than this, cruel, place?” “Well, we all enjoy it here, but you do, entirely, what you want to, but I’m, guarantee, sure, you’ll be sorry, if you go, be, there!” Stitch, suggests, sympathetically. “Anyhow, guess what, I’m, wisely, going anyway!” “For, I, explicitly, have had enough, of this, idiotic, foolishness!” I, daringly say, not caring, who considers, or discerns, my ideas. “Well, certainly, Cuz, you’re our crew’s, Counselor of War, but, if you, beyond doubt, want to die and be off, then go, boldly!” “But, nastily, kick butt, and brag, to kickback, names, barbarously! “And, prevail, perfectly, and make us, parade proud, of you, Ace!” “Be the best, War Counselor and Cool Warrior bro, that can be!” “Actually, earnestly, you’ve, earned it already!” A, done, Tweedy, doggedly, decides in a, disturbed, distress, again. And, haplessly, after a, late, couple of, lackluster, angry, hugs and grudgingly, listless, goodbyes, I, irritably, walk away abruptly, way, not involved, or interested, in having to hear any more of their hazy, heavily, insane, witticisms of stupidity, or their obtuse, streetwise, wisdom. And, I’m really and, extremely, and enormously, relieved, and glad and grateful, to separate from the, stifling, suppressive, stranglehold, that their standards of mediocrity have had on my, stubborn, time! But, Stitch's, pronounced, Prophesy of my, pessimistic, soul being sorry, oddly, does turn, coarsely, crudely, divinely, out to, surely, right-honorably, but, a bit-bizarrely, be, half-right. Only, lamentably, I am later on… …Supremely, deliberately, sorry, that I have not done it sooner! …But, the, so evil, horror that I’m to, hastily, enter, so bravely, truly, turns, guts blown out, to, ominously, be greater than the lacerating, juvenile, horror that I have, humbly, just left…
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