Ok ok ok humans, listen thus now, he's about to say something very clever and witty and profound, something so divisive and jazzy that you will all most certainly explode back into the oblivion from whence you once sprang and when he is finished he will bla bla bla fucking bla until the bla is all turned into bla, and the gog and magog of the theoretical world will be bla'd and behold, bla will still most certainly equal bla........
And don't you know that I and you and he and they and we and every single entity in the nonsense molecular three-dimensional paradigm called reeeeeeeeeeeeeee ality is all just the work of dirt and piss and vinegar and the pen strokes of a few bearded men that are all now buried in the ground and rotting into the shit they fed the world while they were still living...no but surely not sayeth the multitude...Don't you know that my prayers to the otherworld afford me and my pious self far more convenient parking than you and your pitty parallels and parodies of the world and its origins proper?...Ah fine be that way, pearls to swine and swine off the cliffside. Go on creating heaven and I'll go on recreating earth and you'll go on with your holy war and me will be going on with my unholy peace and all will be well until of course all is not well again....war war war...peace peace peace....that man can speak is his greatest curse of all time but only because he has so many things to say and surely the most farthest reaching spire of this tragic irony is that while he speaks there is not a single ear which hears him........
Don't care don't care don't care don't care I'm just gonna smash my wine glass down on the earth of men and scream at the death of god and the birth of man BLA BLA BLA FUCKING BLA knowing that tomorrow I die and into the ground they will lower me, and there I will rot slowly back into the dirt I fed people while I was still alive.
To hell with heaven and to hell with hell and to hell with the man that says TO HELL WITH HEAVEN AND HELL because the only thing that any of us will remember when each of our ends catches up to us is the raw tune of the raw soul of the raw flesh that is raw to the rawest of raw and the tune is BLA BLA BLA FUCKING BLA.......
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