BAD BOY BUBBY


Don’t move! Jesus can see everything. He tells me you moved, by Christ, I’ll beat you brainless! Be still!

What you done?! You… filthy little cunt! You dirty little shit!

I’ll send you to hell, just you see, you’ll go to hell, and your eyes will fall out,

Be still! BE STILL, YOU LITTLE CUNT! By Christ, I’ll beat you brainless!

Make an honest women of you! SHUT THE FUCK UP, KID!

You useless shit, you perverted bastard…! You’re good for nothing!

Nothing… except messing things up…  Messed the place up good and proper, didn’t you, you little cunt! You useless cunt!

– I’ve nothing.

– I’ve nothing.

Well, if that’s all there is…we’re stuffed. Yeah! We’re stuffed.

– Christ!

– Hilarious…

No money, no girls… It’s enough to make you puke! What’re you doin’? Why don’t you talk to me more? What, cat got your tongue?

I got feelings too, you know. But… Not fun being on night shift, is it? Get lonely, you know. Why don’t you talk to me? Come! You see… No one’s going to help you, Bubby. Because there isn’t anybody out there to do it. No one.

We’re all just complicated arrangements of atoms and subatomic particles, we don’t live. But our atoms do move about in such a way as to give us identity and consciousness. We don’t die; our atoms just rearrange themselves.

There is no God. There can be no God, it’s ridiculous to think in terms of a superior being. An inferior being, maybe, because we, we who don’t even exist, we arrange our lives with more order and harmony than God ever arranged the earth. We measure… Plot… We create wonderful music.

We are the architects of our own existence. What a lunatic concept to bow down before a God who slaughters millions of innocent children. Who slowly and agonisingly starves them to death beats them, tortures them, rejects them.

What folly to even think that we should not insult such a God… Damn him! Think him out of existence. It is our duty to think God out of existence. It is our duty to insult Him. Fuck you, God!

Strike me down if you dare, you tyrant! You non-existent fraud! It is the duty of all human beings to think God out of existence. Then we have a future. Because then, and only then, do we take full responsibility for who we are and that’s what you must do, Bubby!

Think God out of existence. Take responsibility for who you are! Fuck you, God! Strike me down, if you dare! Fuck you, God. Strike me down, if you dare! Ungrateful bastard!

A place where nothing ever ends. Where feelings never fall asleep. Just like in a miracle. You’ll find her, you’ll see her. There, between the silence and the sleep. There, between the fallen and the dream.

You got a bit of a mental condition or something? Shut the fuck up, kid! You useless cunt! Why don’t you piss off?! Fucking useless shit, should’ve been left to die!

There, between the silence and the sleep. There, between the fallen and the dream. Tonight, you were good. They loved you out there and you loved it out there. We want you to do it every night. Tomorrow night, and the next. No one knows about this garden… No one is allowed to come in. Only people who love you. Only people who care about you and only people you want to let in.

There’s a very high picket fence around the garden… Hidden in the high grass and no one can see it. Imagine yourself being in that garden lying on the grass, feeling very comfortable. It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining and it’s warm and the wind gently touches your cheeks… It is the duty of all human beings to think God out of existence.

My parents were just waiting to die anyway, Bubby. They were both riddled with poisons and cancers… Asbestos from the break linings… Lead from the car exhaust. Dioxins, dieldrin, mercury, radioactivity.

Whoever did it, just put them out of their misery. Ashes to ashes… dust to dust. That be nice. That be poisoning us! That be poisoning the air that we breathe!

If the poison don’t get you… then God will!

Beautiful, isn’t it?

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