| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 67% | TURN IT UP! | ▶️ |
| 63% | Turn it up! | ▶️ |
| 69% | unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I don't believe you. Oh, come. Oh, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume, to press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blonde of its own secret heart. | ▶️ |
| 65% | Turn it up! | ▶️ |
| 64% | Turn it up! | ▶️ |
| 69% | MMARAB Did we forget this lead drill or turn it on? We all know what we're talking about, Well, the music taken... ...with your feet burned up in real life. Barely do I Otherwise I'll Pick You I Because You're Lbell Hold On to the Scream 250- conquest You're Literally If Blake, I would sing a song | ▶️ |
| 63% | Turn it up! | ▶️ |
| 68% | Brethren, it's time once again to seize the public's attention, to spread the word far and wide. Los Angeles demands that her residents be deafblind and unconscious. They do not hear the gunshots and the children screaming. They do not see the mountains for the smog. They sleepwalk through the crowds, the freeway traffic jams. Their sun shatters into splinters of concrete glass and steel. And when their heads pound and their eyes burn, they close the window of the BMW, blast the air conditioner and turn up the volume on the CD player. Enough! I prepare to manifesto that will alert the citizens to the evils of this living death. My words will shake them like a 7.5 earthquake. Your role is to see to it that my treatise is printed in the LA Star Morning Edition. This Vacho tells you, listen. | ▶️ |
