| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 85% | Did you say that you would want it made me feel bad when I was down? No, that's not true. I've always been the best. Never been depressed, I'll kill you fast. With my race but a high act of playing and crashing to the world, present to you, fade away, slowly, slowly, beat into death. | ▶️ |
| 82% | 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. | ▶️ |
