Ideas, ideas, ideas.
Ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas.
I’ve got plenty of ‘em.
Ideas here! Get your ideas here!
The more I’ve got, the less I know. Take ‘em. On me.
I insist.
I implore.
No I beg.
Ideas, ideas, ideas.
Ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas.
Crowding, mobbing, DDoSing me aren’t they?
The greater their lot, the more barren and empty.
Copy ‘em. Clone ‘em. Corroding.
1,000 times over until the noise becomes blotting.
Ideas, ideas, ideas.
Ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas, ideas.
Goddamned redundancy.
