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De Titanic is in zee gezonken. De liefde is in zee gezonken. God zegt nee, de mensen zeggen nee, en ik zeg ook nee. De geest gaat uit haar diepe slaap ontwaken, en de trein van mijn dromen gaat ons samenbrengen. De trein gaat ons naar een plaats brengen waar we echte barmhartigheid en een beter leven zullen leren kennen. In mijn rugzak steken twee dingen: Het bewijs van waar ik gans mijn leven voor gewerkt heb, en het plan van de weg die ik gans mijn leven bewandeld heb: de weg van een boer. Helaas zijn er zoveel fancy bitches dat ik veroordeeld ben om de rest van mijn leven een boer te zijn. Vrouwen houden niet van boeren, en een boer zijn betekent gans mijn leven alleen zijn. Die fancy bitches zijn toch nutteloos, daar kan je toch niks mee aanvangen. Maar ik ga proberen de toon licht te houden.
A broken heart is a bitch. A man's heart comes alive very quickly, especially when it's broken, and when it comes alive, it starts wanting a woman immediately. It's a force of nature. Forces of nature are almost as good as forces of God, but they can only be good forces if they lead to good results. Not being able to live without the taste of a man's broken heart doesn't count as a good result. A bitch is delicious, and a man's broken heart is also delicious, so a man's broken heart is in fact a bitch. A man's broken heart is a bitch, and a man's broken heart is also a little monkey skull. The question is: is God a male or a female? And if God is a female, it's very hard to let her go. If the female God has the power to pull your heart out and replace it by a little monkey skull, it 's even harder to let her go. It's the proof of her power. In my land, a woman that has the audacity to replace a heart by a monkey skull would be evicted. She's a symbol of emptiness and frustration, and I would remove that symbol from my land, and replace it by a symbol of love. It's a safe land. You're welcome. Whose fault is it? I rang on every doorbell but none of the girls would open the door for me, as if opening a door for me would be the end of the world. Whose fault is it? When the people like you it makes everything a lot easier. I would have found a girlfriend at an earlier stage in my life, if I wouldn't have met with great opposition. You consider the fact that the world is opposed to me as a good reason to join everybody? Of course you do, how could it be any different? You don't want to take any chances because I might pull you down, case closed. My solitude is a collective decision, it's a collective judgment.
Women love all kinds of power. They also like sexual power. Well, me too. God said: "Let there be spiders. " And there were spiders. They may be homeless and undressed, but they never go away, regardless of your wish to have them removed. Even their webs are as good as destroyed, but the main strings of their webs are unharmed, and the spiders know exactly how important that is, and they are not going to let you touch them, because they know what they are doing. You think that's a sin? I understand. The love of a man is a sin, but the love of a woman is a miracle of charity. You're free to leave my land anytime; the kingdom of God will welcome you with open arms. God is all about miracles of charity. I'll keep leaning on Marilyn Manson. Our place is in the dirt, my friend. Our place is in the dirt. And I'll keep leaning on Kurt Cobain. I know I'm always wrong, but I know he meant the same thing when he said: "You know you're right!"
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