Randy Villanueva

Ritual Slayer of Children

Loathing the human species.

Do not read books, they are full of filthy lies.

Do not watch movies, they will corrupt your everlasting soul.

Do not listen to music, music is the voice of Xenu.

TV, on the other hand, is good and pure. Believe everything you watch on TV.

Eighty six thousand cigarettes later and I'm bored. Do you understand, mon ami? I'm talking about the silent fandango. The race towards entrophy, relentless and inevitable. The clever lies we tell ourselves so our brief lives will have the illusion of meaning and thus help us get out of bed in the morning and putter through the rest of the day doing things that will have no meaning whatsoever in the scheme of the universe.

Art is nothing but a movie trailer. We never saw how it started. We'll never get to see how it'll turn out.

Science is nothing but vanity. The universe does not like us.

Birth is nothing but death in slow motion. When I reached thirty, it's when I started paying attention to the treacherous sonofabitch I call my body.

Sex is nothing but a distraction. What's the use of perpetuating your fucking genes when your DNA does not carry your soul?

So why do I even bother? Because I have nothing else. I want a gun in my hand and the whole world in my sights. I want a molotov cocktail to light a joint. I want legions of screaming teenagers lining up to have my baby. I want poetry like lightning bolts escaping my asshole to cleanse the earth. I want blood on my fists. I want more silicone tits than Hindus have gods. I want a sledgehammer cock that shoots flaming naptha. I want a 12-hour orgasm. I want 360 degree vision. I want to howl at the moon. I want heaven and hell lain at my feet. I want apotheosis.

Do you understand?

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You so do not want to meet me. I am a nasty fucktard.