O Nobodaddy come and get me I am God! And basta, I am done. You’re not my daddy. You’re nobody’s daddy. Enough! Bring a stranger into our tower and now mine is the second best bed. Strangers at my gates! Sinning against my light. I starve and he waxes fat. Try and make me the slave of servants I am done, you hear me God! I am God! The son of a jalap merchant reeking of the land of milk and money. I know that assurfaction minorates atrocities but I won’t let myself get comfortable. I’m out! The kiss of ashes on my breath and that’s that. You hear me God? You are dead! You are beastly dead! I am God! I am tired of this shit. Everything is hidden and not where it should be. Life is a waxing and a waning and I am always and forever in the middle of the path of life no matter how fast or how slow or which direction or why. Where else is there or when? Birth me, bury me, the middle of the path is just as obsure as where we came from and whence we go. And when and where. God is running a short con and I’m the mark baby. It’s a shell game and you want to know what’s what, I am God! I’ll be making the meaning around here. Misdirect me if you think you can God, I’ll be the one who decides. I’m the daddy now baby I’m everybody’s daddy!
Good Jesus Christ Mother of Fuck! What did he say? What did he say? What did he say about me?