You’re zombies. You can’t get outta your frame. You’re caught in a comic book you mother fuckin’ lame brain son of a bitch 'n' goddamn lunatic-tictictictictictictictictictictictictictictic-toctoctoctoctoctoctoctoctoctoc. Time! Time for what? There’s no such thing as time. Why not? ‘Cause, shit, they had to have something to rhyme; they’re all babies. If he’d rhymed it’d make some fuckin’ sense, they thought, but they were wrong - well, fuck ‘em. They don’t know, they don’t care, don’t tell ‘em so, fuck ‘em. Aaaaaaahhhhh - shut up! They’ll hear ya. They wouldn’t know what you mean. They can’t get outta there, they - they ain’t got no brain, they got a jelly bean in their fuckin’ head. They call it a brain - aaaaahhhhh - that’s not a brain, that’s a jelly bean. It has a semantic value of a jelly bean.
You’re locked in the paradigm you mother fuckers. Try to blow that atom bomb. It can’t be done. You’re in purgatory you cock suckin’ turds. You’re not even good American shit. You’re just very small, unnourished little pieces of shit! You lost your holy comic books. You went for line drawings and you fucked up, you fuckin’ idiooot. You brainwashed yourself you motherfuckin stupid cock suckers! Because you never studied your Holy Homework! (That’s two capital ‘H’s there! All the rest are lower case in any fuckin’ case.) Supreme Court, you are NOT the fuckin’ supreme court of anything – except HELL! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it because you’re on re-feed motherfucker, and it just started backwards and you can’t do a fuckin’ thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin’ thing from you that you took away from them you mother fuckers!
Hey, man made himself up; what the fuck, he made everything up; he invented words; he framed the game; he made the rules; he changes ‘em every time he gets in fuckin’ trouble; he’s full of shit; he’s bullshit; he’s TRAPPED in a comic book logic that’s too valued; it’s not real; he’s not real; he’s not alive; he’s a zombie; he’s DEAD! I’m not gonna resurrect him, I’m sending him back; take back to the drawing board, mister artist; redesign please; signed God.
I refuse to accept ‘C’.’O’.’D’; fuck it, I won’t pay for it; I don’t want it; take it back.
Burn masks like they did the bras.
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He knew he had it all locked up, that cocksucker, I was watchin’ him; I saw that nigger re-nigger; that’s right, he nigger’d twice; that’s what a fuckin’ nigger is; a nigger who’s nigger’d twice, the re-nigger; that’s the NIGGER (with the capital ‘N’-‘I’-‘G’-‘G’-‘E’-‘R’)
Lemme tell you where you’re at mother fuckers: you bought a fuckin’ ticket and came in here, and you thought you were gonna see a science fiction movie; well, I’ll tell you what you’re gonna be, you’re gonna BE a science fiction-fiction movie. It’s called Science Friction. And we’re gonna burn some heat in your fuckin’ head and give you a little sinew in your fuckin’ brain; we’re gonna remodel you’re neuronal structuring and unlock ya. We got your neumeric code. We’re the Gods. Planets of Gods. And you cocksuckers’ll do what we tell ya to do ‘cause we’re from outer space – we ARE outer space, you motherfuckers. You’re invadin’ private property; you’re invadin’ Heaven. That’s what THE VOID is! There’s NOTHIN’ in here, you motherfuckers. You’re just thinking there is. You enter here and you’re fuckin’ shit; you’ve entered Hell, you cocksuckers, ‘cause everything reverses. And that’s God’s fuckin’ acid test; and that’s the supreme one; that ain't no "supreme court" there on the ground; that doesn’t even register like a genuine, whore-hound, fuckin’ piece of candy; that motherfucker is artificial all the way; that’s communism. They thought they could incorporate democracy