We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all at
once with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,
you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it?
We're pure intelligence, you're not. You're a biological product of a
cosmological universe. You're molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.
I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who
you are? You're fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're
a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up. She sucked
my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second
chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go
straight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the
cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit. As
long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie. I
capured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock
sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't
do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.
If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me
off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal
time.

1/18/2009 3:55:20 AM

k

1/18/2009 3:55:29 AM

it'd be pretty awesome to be that insane

*because I'm not an asshole like that, I will identify my reference

this is a transcription of one of three tracks of a commited insane man's ramblings that were included on Sublime's Robbin' the Hood album

[Edited on January 18, 2009 at 4:00 AM. Reason : *]

1/18/2009 3:56:26 AM

Mr. Sakers died in Inglewood, California in 2000.

1/18/2009 5:02:11 AM

all good things

1/18/2009 5:10:58 AM