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When I'm done here, you'll know it.
You know how?
Because the whole world's going to go thermo-nuclear in a matter of seconds.
I'll burn the sky and I'll cleanse the earth.
I'll take this anger of mine
and I'll make it into everything I ever dreamed of
because that's just what it's for.
I want to win the game.
I want my shoe to land on Free Parking
and I want to swipe that $500 out of the middle of the board
and spit in your fucking eye.
And then I'll rip it up right in front of you.
Just because I can
and because it's only paper.
It's not lives,
it's not well-being,
it's not health amidst sickness
it's not life among death
it's not hope among reality...
it's not even happiness amidst despair.
It's fucking paper.
Paper.
1/1750th of a tree.
It's not big starving eyes.
It's not a thousand hearts broken in anguish.
But you know what the worst part of it all is?
It's the fact that it matters to you.
And as long as it matters to you
as long as it matters to one fucking inbred retard
then they'll make a fuss
and it'll be important to other people.
It's all Monopoly money to me.
It's all the product of the fucking Parker Brothers
and you're never going to make me think differently.
Not because I'm stupid, and not because I'm stubborn,
but
because
I'm
RIGHT
and I fucking KNOW it...
And though you won't admit it...
Because you're
stupid
and because you're
stubborn...
You know I'm right too...
It's just that you own a lot of trees
so your possibilities are endless..
My eyes glow in the dark.
My heart is a kick-drum through a megaphone.
My hair stands on end 24 hours a day.
And my middle finger never gets a minute off.
My blood sings for justice..
My skull aches with the throb of anguish.
And I shall not be extinguished. .
Not by you
not now.
not ever.
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