emptymouthpiece

It's at this point that, after a life time of being drug along like an anchor that never finds a fucking hold fast, all he wants to do is find out where the camera is. There simply has to be a camera, some device he can point at and begin to laugh and know that the stage audience will begin to laugh in kind. The jig is up, the fourth wall can finally be run clean through with all the glee of the grape flavor aid man come to give everyone a bittersweet sip. Come on already, were the fuck is the boom mic and that god damned camera. I NEED THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!