Flying pigs swarming the planet
smoking extra cigarettes, and drinking extra beers, bought with extra money
they got from me. I sold them their own souls, you know, just like that.
Fucking morons, fucking anomalies of sweetest persuasive measures to ensure
their enslavement to me, just here to help. Yeah, that’s all. To rape and
pillage and sell them new roofs and their own fucking cars, and everything else
that they don’t really need, but damn do I make them believe that they do. I
create a desire to do something, buy, fuck, whatever. And I make them use this instinctual
desire upon encountering me, to simply sign up for an appointment to have a
replacement estimate. You will buy, you will buy, oh, yes, you will, foolish
mother fuckers. Yes, that’s my technique. Baby. Fuck yeah, I’ll sell them their
worlds.
