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While all they who are aware of your massive surveillance machine,
are covering their TV, lap top or whatever screens, 
for that little bit of god given privacy,
yours truly has still been not only still doing things openly,
for all those devices with cameras and microphones hidden so cleverly
now owned  by everybody, 
especially now that I know that the NSA is monitoring me.
I'm still living this life pretending to have privacy.
I know that through these devices in my home, Big Brother IS Watching Me.
Now that I've joined over one million naturally born American citizens,
suspected possibly of possibly being possibly suspected of terrorism.
NSA, here is what you have to look forward to from yours truly.
I'm gonna be as grossest, as a grossest suspected terrorist can possibly be.
I'm not even going to mention what these gross acts are presently,
some readers reading this might be in the middle of having something to eat,
but NSA, this I say to all of you very truthfully,
you can look forward to My Gross Show performances 24/7, indefinitely.
and if one day I begin to gain any kind of popularity,
and you release any of that footage in any attempt to smear campaign me,
you are going to have to explain to the people how you got all of this on me,
with your ever growing larger still worldwide massive surveillance machine.
I look forward to entertaining all of my new pals and gals every night and day, 
at the good old U S A's NSA.
Oh yes, NSA?
One other thing I forgot to say,
You'll all be so happy to know that my show won't have any commercial breaks.

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