I was thinking about all the things. So many things, so many things to think about! Who knows how many things there are to think about? Did anyone ever count them?
I was in the late night burger bar, tucking into a snack box meal. Two women sitting at the table next to me were talking about a person they knew and I was listening in to their conversation as I finished my chips. They were saying that this person who they both knew got very angry very quickly. I started to wonder if it was me they were talking about. ‘Is that me?’ I wondered, ‘is that me they are talking about? Do I get very angry very quickly?’ I was starting to get worried that it was me. I was worried that I might be bad.
So, I’d like to ask you a question. I’d like to ask you if you know that thing where one day you finally come back to reality and to your amazement you’re actually allowed back into reality? You’re actually allowed back into reality and nothing stops you. You think, ‘Wow! How about that! I’m allowed back into reality!’ You’re excited. And then the next thing is of course that you realise that you don’t belong in reality. You never have done, you never have done. You were only fooling yourself into thinking that you did. There’s no place for you there.
Do you know that thing, do you know that thing, I chortle away to myself. Do you know that thing? Do you? Do you know? I’m muttering incantations to myself to try to ward off the Darkness. I’m mumbling the Words of Power, trying to send the forces that had been unleashed back to the place from whence they came. ‘Get thee back, thou crocodile fiend Sui,’ I intone, ‘for I live by reason of the magical words that I have before me’.
I’d like to talk to someone and explain that I’m not normally like this. I don’t care who it is, anyone will do. I just want to explain that this isn’t actually me. This person you see, this person you see grimacing and mumbling away in front of you – that isn’t me. I don’t know who he is – there’s no connection, no relation. This guy’s just a freak – he’s a repulsive freak with no redeeming qualities whatsoever.
More beef for your money, more beef for your money. Heh, heh, heh. Supersaver, supersaver, supersaver. Heh, heh, heh. More beef for your money, more beef for your money. Heh, heh, heh. Supersaver, supersaver, supersaver. Face-to-face with the Abuser Mind and what do you think he’s going to say? What’s he going to tell you? What’s his message for today?
‘Buy the products, buy the products, buy the products, you dirty rotten bastards’, shouts the Abuser Mind right in your face. ‘Buy the products, buy the products, buy the products’. The grinning, mocking Abuser Mind. Right up in your face. Drunk with power. ‘Buy the dirty filthy products, you stinking lousy bastards!’ shouts the Abuser Mind. He’s bellowing in your face like a bull. He’s laughing like a maniac. He’s bursting his guts laughing. He’s bursting his bloody guts. He’s roaring in your face. He’s telling you to buy the products. He’s doing his victory dance.