How do I put this?

And how many different ways can I say it before I know you're truly picking up what I'm laying down? What. The. Fucking. Fuck? And I'm not talking about corrupt governments and the fact that life is just a hologram. I'm talking about those ballet flats you keep trying to make happen. It's not gonna happen, okay? And toss those wide-leg jeans while you're at it. You look like a damned clown.

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