I'd like to explain my absence in two ways: First, in rap form.

Ill willin' tigre, gettin yellow ill villain
nothin too thick and nothin too fillin

sicka than a squirrel, my pain is plural
starvin in the city while you suckas be rural

soy la mera mera, pass da aloe vera
stickin needles in my arms, like nurse, whatsa matta?

puke splatter, mad fatter, sicker from liquor
yo, pizza man, why you fuckin with my ticker?


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I might get perforated soon. Surgically. I'LL BE OKAY.