TO MY FOLLOWERS

I think you people are ridiculous.

I think you people are gorgeous.

I think you people are beyond hideous.

I think you people are flatly igneous.

I think you people belong in a zoo.

I think you people are people too!

I think you people drive a Trans Am—

Behind the wheel you people eat honey baked ham.

I think you people aren't "famous" as such.

I think you people aren't even Dutch.

I think you people pluck chipmunks from trees.

I think you people fuck hip monks with knees.

I think you people are getting out of hand.

I invite you to taste my ampersand:

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Now that you people are duly tamed

I am free to minister to your newly maimed.