Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I

We've got you in this f**kin' movie to exterminate all the lunitics all at once with a filetering system of God. We're the psyco-semantic police, you can't even see us. How in the f**k can you do anything about it? We're pure intellegence, your not. Your biological product of a comological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, f**k you. I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your f**kin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a f**kin' programer named Christine Gontara. You f**ked up. She s*cked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to s*ck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go striaght to hell, she won't pa*s go, she'll never f**kin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit. As long as she s*cks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie. I capured that mother f**ker, and she's my ca*sette. I want that cock s*cker to send me at least fifty-thousand f**kin' 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 s*ck me off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.