I was sitting in Philosophy class and the ultimate hustler popped out of a collection of Camus' fiction and said "bitch the only stranger you know is when you be sittin on yo hand before jerkin off at night" and i tried to keep my composure, but then he appeared out of the aether and said "you breath so bad bitches be callin you the plauge" and i was like damn.

after philosophy i went to my next class psychology, glad to have escaped the ultimate hustler. but as soon as i sat down he amassed in the collective unconscious and said "freud be sayin e'eyone wants to fuck they mother, but most of em just fuck yours instead" and i blacked out but he popped into my dream as an archetype and said "you so repulsive to girls even yo anima want nothin to do wit you" and i was like goddamn