Guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks. All you gotta is set it down... Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is that it? God? Well I tell you. Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? Never.
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A przypomniał mi się przy okazji słuchania redakcyjnego mózgotrzepu (wrażliwym muzycznie szczerze odradzam - po tylu latach już przywykłam, ale dla niewprawnego ucha to może być masakra): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcLBz373dU8