Big Stress from n'liten up by Warren Cuccurullo

The writing is on the wall, too bad everyone that reads it, reads something different. Why is there always another box inside the bigger one? Will he ever finish this project that’s been practically sending him over the edge? The pill popping and the booze seems to be a Hellywood ritual. The police arrive at the hotel and a tearful room service employee tells anyone who wants to hear that WC is Jesus Christ. Is this happening because of him or just around him? Is this even happening? He was just standing there.

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