I Wish That It Were What It Was Not But You Only Ask Why, Why, Why.

The words of Charles Mansion: IQ 150

The words of a social deviant: IQ 120

Remorse for what? You poeple have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that give me equal right? I can do anything I want to you poeple anytime I want 'cause that is what you have done to me.  If you spit in my face, and smack me in the mouth and put me in solitary confinement for nothing, what do you think is going to happen when I get out of here? Maybe I haven't done enough, I might be ashamed of that. Not doing enough, not giving enough, for not being more perceptive. For not being aware enough. For being stupid. Maybe I should have killed 4 or 5 hundred poepel, then I would have felt better, then I would have felt like I really offered society something. You've got it in your brain that I murdered somebody. What do you want to call me a murderer for? I never killed anyone. I don't need to kill anyone. I think it. I have it here. This dream is my world. I don't pretend to go uptown and be anything fancy. I can, but I find it more real the world I am in, than the tensil. And the real world is the one I have to deal with everyday. Believe me, If I started murdering poeple... There'd be none of you left.

Have you ever thought that the world was just this really cool coincidence? Does the idea that no one planned this frighten you? Do you sometimes think all hours of the night what will happed to you when you pass your body back off to oblivion. What were you before you were yourself? What makes you think you will simply not be that again. And if we are all magnificent creations under a perfect diety, I would not want to visit this dump either, and if I had to then I would shoot for amnesia like the rest. I think the more likely scenario is that we will die and go somewhere really terrible, and the amnesia is just a really cool side effect of the vacation from nothingness. So cheer up poeple.

The Words of Social Acceptance: IQ 100

Have you ever thought about Jesus? He loves you you know. He doesn't care what you do as long as you go to church and tithe. Oh and say sorry a couple times. Did we mention he died for your sins? That is supported here in the Bible, where it says he was framed as a scapegoat for greedy slaves. Of course forget the fact the story was written to undermine Rome. And also forget that the original authors have already succeeded in taking out one of the most powerful societies in human history, but also damn near elimanting multiple races in Jesus name, and rallying troops from the world round in a untied effort to make everyone else buy the book. Oh and also please don't bring up that Jesus was actually a member of that pesky Jewish race we christians have worked so hard to get rid of these last couple hundred years.

The Words of a Grown Child: IQ 70

I like lollipops and when my sister takes me to the fair. She is good. I like girls. My freind julie is a girl and she is nice. I am able to go shopping all by myself now. But julie goes with me.  She is my best freind. We even sit together at work. Karen is the  best boss person. She is very nice. I hold Julie's hand at lunch and she is warm. I like her a lot. My mom says Jesus loves me. I wonder if he loves Julie too. I think I will ask him when I go to heaven.

The Words of Socrates: IQ Unimportant

Take Me Home Lawdy!!

How singular is the thing called pleasure, and how curiously related to pain, which might be thought to be the opposite of it; for they never come to a man together, yet he who pursues either of them is generally compelled to take the other. They are two and yet they grow together out of one head or stem; and I cannot help thinking that if Aesop had noticed them, he would have made a fable about God trying to reconcile thier strife, and when he could not, he fastened thier heads together; and this is the reason why when one comes the other follows, as I find in my own case pleasure comes following after the pain in my lag which was caused by the chain."

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