Kevin Lomax: What do you want from me? John Milton: I want you to be yourself. Y’know, boy, guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks. All you gotta do is set it down…..Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is that it? God? Well, I’ll tell ya, lemme 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 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! [laughs] And while you’re jumping from one foot to the next, he’s laughing his sick fucking ass off!! He’s a tight ass, he’s a sadist, he’s an absentee landlord!! Worship that never! Kevin: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven, is that it? Milton: Why not? I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began! [screaming] I’ve nurtured every sensation Man has been inspired to have! I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him. In spite of all his imperfections, I’m a fan of man!! [Calms] I’m a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin, all of it! Mine! I’m peaking here! It’s my time now. It’s our time.
Se diría perfectamente posible, aunque difícil, caerle mal a todo Cristo, pero lo contrario está por encima de lo humano e incluso de lo divino. El invento este del blog apareció dentro de esta década que ahora acaba a fin de que muchos seres anónimos tuviesen su escaparate público, y, en efecto, han conseguido ser publicamente anónimos perdidos en la vastedad de la red, enhorabuena. Nadie en su sano juicio seguiría atentamente los delirios o miserias diarios de nadie, por eso aquí aspiramos únicamente a autoabastecernos, como si una nueva especie biológica fuera capaz de alimentarse de sus propias heces. Un especimen así podría sobrevivir en Marte con unas mínimas condiciones de habitabilidad, sin dar cuentas a nadie y rumiando lo que le de la gana en su soledad post-social. Lo sabemos: teneis otras cosas mejores que hacer, capullazos, pero lo mismo seguiremos permanentes como la funerala, chismorreando solos en mitad de la multitud, por chulería, por grafomanía, por narcisismo, por gratitud y porque sí.
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Kevin Lomax: What do you want from me?
ResponderEliminarJohn Milton: I want you to be yourself. Y’know, boy, guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks. All you gotta do is set it down…..Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is that it? God? Well, I’ll tell ya, lemme 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 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! [laughs] And while you’re jumping from one foot to the next, he’s laughing his sick fucking ass off!! He’s a tight ass, he’s a sadist, he’s an absentee landlord!! Worship that never!
Kevin: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven, is that it?
Milton: Why not? I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began! [screaming] I’ve nurtured every sensation Man has been inspired to have! I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him. In spite of all his imperfections, I’m a fan of man!!
[Calms] I’m a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin, all of it! Mine! I’m peaking here! It’s my time now. It’s our time.