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Raleigh Theodore Sakers: The Pyscho Semantic Police
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all at once with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police; you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you. I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up. She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go straight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit. As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie. I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it. If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.
You hear me Christine? You get one more fuckin ' chance, if you've got $10,000. Hey you've got to be genuine that's the name of this game. If you're real you've got nothing to worry about. But if you're synthetics you're starting more where your balls come off. You're a fuckin' Iranian named Alex whatever. You know you've lost your cunt to me. Bend over; fuck yourself in your ass hole. 'Cause I'm taking your hay whole fuckin' family. They're purer than you are you spurious offspring ohqumunianiah! You fuckin' devil’s piece of spit. That's the size of your mentality. You're just a piece of spit.
You're not even fuckin' a piece of whole American shit. You ain’t reached that semantic value yet. You're stuck in that fuckin’ sixth frame with of that goddamn Mohammed and fuckin' philosophy. Why you fuckin' mental midget, you're just oh shit, you’re disgusting, you don't even understand mathematics. Or arithmetic, anything. You're a fuckin' idiot. On the scale of semantic values you don't even know what that is. Spell it, you mother fucker! Your cunt belongs to me. I'll fuck you in your ass if I ever see you fuckin' chicken son of a bitch. You were gonna take me on. Come on get me you mother fucker. Grab me by my ass, suck me off. But I ain't gonna come in your mouth. 'Cause you're dead already. You son of a bitch. Get your fuckin' finky fuckin' spies. Get out of here. No we ain't gonna let you go. I'm gonna tell you how smart you are, mother fucker. You fell right in our trap. You come to the fuckin' Country of Genius! Freedom! America! Thinkin' you're gonna con us out of our country. Why fuck you, you fuckin' propane bastards with no fuckin' capital on that fuckin' B. That's a super fuckin' super discharge. A minus fuckin' B. You're gettin' graded you cock sucker. You're being judged, this is Judgment Day. You lost you mother fuckers. Just like that. You're not any fuckin' reality, ahhhh. Not any at all. You're just too fuckin' valued. That's all. You're artificial. That means you don't even show up. You're not real; you're caught in a comic book. You're Rick Savixty. You're just a fuckin' fecal commie mother fucking goddamn hair lips spy. You're a cassette. So to I'll butcher you, you cock sucker cause you’re not real, but you're dangerous. So kill every fuckin' one of them. Syyyyyyykkkkkkkaaaaaaaeeeee!!! You're zombies. You can't get out of your frame. You're caught in a comic book you mother fucking genius son of a bitch n bash lunatic tick tick tick tick…tock tock tock…Time!!! Thanks for playing. There's no such thing as time. Why not? Because shit the head has something to rhyme you, oh babys. If he's thinking what I'm thinking.... If he thinks were wrong well fuck 'em. They don't know, don't tell them so. Fuck 'em. AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH. Shut up! They can hear you. They wouldn't know what you mean. They can't get out of it. They ain't got a brain. They got a jelly bean in their fuckin' head. They call it a brain. Ahhahhah. That's not a brain that's a jellybean. It has a semantic value of a jelly beeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. I am degenitit of the dadada...did you ever it know the corner. I'm the geni of the godaaaa went to the show but I can't get in, so early in the mornnniiiiinng. I'm an American movie. I'm a groovy movie. I'm a John Wayne movie. I am, I am, I am. I am the...I aaaammmm capital G O lower case d. Who are you, I don't know you. Who the fuck are you, get out of here. Yeah I hear you well you mother fucker. You like ware wolves?
I'm gonna send you some real ones you cock suckers. Hey mother fuckin' faggots. You bastards, oh fuck you, you cock suckers. You think you made me up. Well, I've got news for you. I am irony. You don't know how to spell, fuck, you don't even know I exist. You think that sets you free, fuck you. You will obey the bows of reality. That's a capital R you mother fucker. You're illiterate, to trute. With out trute there's no reality. You don't exist.
You're so fuckin' dumb you think you do. But life is a dream for you that passed you by. You don't have the mentality of a common household fly. Hey in the natural world of reality, in the order of a…a capital D. Lower case i-p-p-e-r-a, Dippera. Cause you’re just a piece of semantic fuckin’ blockage you little piece of pig’s shit. Camel dung laying on the bottom of the earth but not quite touchin’ because you ain’t been washed clean in 2000 fuckin’ years. And hey if you wanna find the lost hidden fuckin’ words out of there buy ’em from an American. Give him some head if he wants you to suck his cock. Get down on your fuckin’ knees, suck his cock. Pray to god. Say “Oh Jesus I hope he’s an American ‘cause he might save my immortal soul.” Let him fuck me in my ass hole. Let him do anything he wants. Take my cunts. Take my fuckin’ money please. Take my wife. Hey take anything. Take my camel. She’s a good fuck. I’ve tried them all. I’m God the great con artist. I just fuckin’ bull shit you. I never tell you the truth. You’ll never what time it is ‘cause I ain’t gonna let you know. Fuck you, it’s day 1. See I’m a liar, I’m the nigger. I’m the re-nigger of all…I’m the nigger turned inside out, who is white on the outside and black on the inside. So I can check you all out, and I have, you all lost. You’re all going-- You’re a semantic flea. Semantic parrot. That is called semantic poison. Blockage, cockage, flockage, mockage, maypayockage. Scardidly (mumbling)…any of that.
That’s the name of a psychic pussycat who got a weird fuckin’ idea one day. Licking the cock of Raleigh. Ha! Foremost only, only, only Egyptian soldier wants the father of you all. I’m not from the south of Egypt, am I? I said you all. Who in the fuck are you, I don’t recognize you cock suckers. You are not my children. Who in the fuck are you? What are you doing on my planet you free loading mother fuckers? You’ve been eating up your space ship you dumb cunts. There’s only ladies and cunts. All the ladies know the cunts, but the cunts think they’re ladies. That’s your nigger in that bunch. She’s a nigger. She ain’t a lady. That’s why she likes to be called one. Fuck her she's a cunt. Every lady that thinks she’s a lady gets fucked. She’s a cunt, fuck her. Fuck the ladies and fuck them cunts or you’re gonna lose you fuckin’ minds. Because somebody has convinced you that you got here on some transom dental line. Jacking off, you’re wrong. Nothing ever came out of dead testicles of Unix ever.
Every fuckin’ day. I don’t even have to look at a goddamn face. And that was the whole trick. Just don’t look these idiots in the face and let ‘em steal your fuckin’ secrets. Fuck ‘em; let ‘em do their own goddamn work. Now lets go. To be able to do that lahahalasilas…lasciviously. You see I am automaton of God. I’m a yogaha I’m a yoga. I am everything because I am the foundation; I am the source of all. “All what” you say. All of you you mother fuckers. I’m your big daddy with a capital D. What the fuck are you doing spelling my name: capital G, lower case o, lower case d. You little mouse-minded mother fucker. You remind me of a Micky. Not a fuckin’ watch. Not a drake, not a knock out punch. Not a Sunday like 1941. But that’s that the little mouse had done. That mother fuckin’ Disney was a commie one.
And he says, “Come on over here boys. All those suckers are over here.” That was John Wayne. They’re all inside of me just trembling in their fuckin’ patriotic boots. What the hell happened? We lost our country, that’s right. You sure did you bunch of galoots. You never transcended. Hip-street talk. None of you East Side punks, West-Side punks, North-side stories are morning glories. Well you’re a fucking bunch of assholes. You’re not intellectual. You’re stupid. I am the Mafia. Listen to me. I am any fucking thing I say I am. I am I am. And if you wanna challenge me to a qualification match, put your fuckin’ ass on the line. Because I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out my funny valentine. If you don’t know the fuckin’ answers ‘cause that means that you’re no son of mine and you’re a blasphemer. It’s a schemer. That’s what a blasphemer is. It’s a scheme against God. The highest authority in your fuckin’ world. And the highest authority in mine too. And were two pains apart so you can’t fuckin’ blow shit. You are locked in the paradigm. You mother fuckers tried to blow that atom bomb. It can’t be done. You’re imprecatory you cock sucking turds. You’re not even good American shit. You’re just very small unnourished little pieces of shit. You lost your holy comic books.
You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all the rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are not the fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because you’re on repeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin' thing that you took away from them you mother fucker.
Security Guard: Raleigh.
Raleigh: Yes.
Guard: This is the deal.
Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?
Guard: You either cool it down right now...
Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!
Guard: ...your outta here.
Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?
Guard: You’re gonna go to the psych ward.
Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psych ward. This is your last opportunity.
Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.
Raleigh: Alright.
Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you’re going to the psyche ward.
Raleigh: Well, that’s exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyche ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. You’re cutting into my commercial.
Guard: You understand?
Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' arand boy.
Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever...
Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American!
Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.
Raleigh: Good, Shut Up!
[background laughter]
Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.
Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.
Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.
Raleigh: Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.
Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh.
Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.
Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.
Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do.
Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude.
Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die!
Guard: Go for it. You fuckin’ wimp. You fuckin’ wimp.
Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.
Guard: Come on. Come on!
Raleigh: I ain't commin', you come.
Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or you’re out of here, that's the only choice you have.
Raleigh: Try it.
Guard: You're gone dude.
Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mother fucker! Call the cops.
Guard: You got witnesses right now?
Raleigh: No witnesses call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cock sucker, right now.
Guard: Good.
Raleigh: 911. Just like that, and you will never get out of this.
Guard: Good. Come on.
Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, for making my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope you're recording this.
See I can walk down and get the fuckin’ cops.
Guard: Good, do that Raleigh. Do it now. Do it right now.
Raleigh: I’m gonna get my fuckin’ wallet. You keep you fuckin’ hands to yourself or I’ll tear your arms off and beat you of your ass with ‘em. You fuckin’ little snot- nosed punk fuckin’ mentality. Don’t give me that fuckin’ shit. You’re a punk. Not a punker, a punk. You call the cops; I’m not gonna waste my fuckin’ time. Get outta here. That’s great. All you fuckin’ witches from behind that fuckin’ mirror, get out of here. You’re not guests anymore. Fuck you, get outta here you mother fucker. I got you all on tape cock sucker. You’re crazy, you’re out of you’re fuckin’ mind. Did we get all of that shit, c’mon? You thought you could steal this fuckin’ government you cock suckers. You are certainly naïve. No you’re stupid, you’re ignorant. You’re somewhere in between some fuckin’ degree of…I don’t give a fuck where you’re at. You’re a liar. I’m gonna kill you every time I see you mother fucker. Keep your mouth shut or you’ll die in five minutes. I’m Mr. Fucking Consistent. Logic with a capital L-o-g-i-c; lower case you figure out where to punctuate it. Apostrophade it, inflate it, deflate it, whatever. Send it to me. It better be valid ‘cause I’m gonna kill you. Hey, if you’re illiterate to meaning, you mother fucker, you’re dead. You got ‘til Friday at 2:00 P.M. from right now. Supreme Court. Passing it along, karma. The prince of palatine, cause and effect. I love ‘cause I feel. Intermission.
Hey, I’m not God. I’m a science fiction writer. My name is Raleigh Theodore Sakers. Yeah, that’s me. I’m a fuckin’ genius, obviously. You need my help. Spiritually, you’re weak. I don’t do this shit for nothing. You pay me you mother fuckers. I did all your homework for you. Now I’ll sell it back to you. 50,000 fuckin’ dollars a page. Get your fuckin’ money together and chip in or some fuckin’ thing. And get spiritually educated while I’m here ‘cause I ain’t gonna hang around here for long. You make me sick. I’m gonna vomit. I don’t wanna regurgitate on sacred ground because I may fuckin’ drop something natural somewhere and it might grow into another piece of shit like you. I don’t recognize any of you fuckin’ people. You’re not real. You came out of comic books.
You’re words that don’t qualify to outside real life reference. You don’t make up the fuckin’ words of the sacred language system. You just apply ‘em appropriately. You have to use abstractions. That is mathematically balanced there. They don’t mean any fuckin’ thing. You’re just mocking the language system by making up words that don’t exist. They have no value schemes at all. They don’t say anything. Polly want a crackeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr. If you can’t do that, don’t fuck with me. I’m a yoga. I’m a yoguy. I am the source and I am the guy. Yo my gal I yoga. Haha, you get it I’m an American? I’m hip. Suck me off and get smart. You get smarter every time you suck my peter. I’ll let you suck my peter for $50,000. Wanna barrette, Linda Darnel? And a few more. See what I mean, just add any name you want it’s a form. I’ll sell it to you for $50,000. I don’t give a fuck. Let ‘em suck you off. Go ahead, be a man, be a sport. They’re dumb but hey, let ‘em get smart. They’re close. Let ‘em suck you off. You real American man come in their mouth. Grab ‘em by the back of the neck and press that vegas nerve. That’s it, work her head up and down. She’s a doll. Fuck her in the mouth. Stick that cock down her throat. Turn her on. Bust your nuts in her fuckin’ mouth and have her play with her cunt while she sucks it. That’s the whole trick. That’s what turns her on. Then she gets hot and busts her nuts. And she joins you and wants to suck you cock any time you want.
You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is. Until you've learned the meaning of the blues. Until you had a love you had to lose. You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yea. Well we can stop that thing you know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it.
It was a real strange thing the other day. Along the Appellation Highway. In the stars, in the galaxy. “Hey!” called the Mars candy bars fuckin’ incorporation or something like that. And we got confused with that planet of ETC, period. That mother fuckin’ so on and so forth etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. You’re in the army now. At so’n’so’s so called society of ETC, hahaha. Quotation marks. “civilization, those are all lower case letters.” End quotation, period. Let tell you where you’re at mother fuckers. Well we can stop that thing you know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. It was a real strange thing the other day. Along the Appellation Highway. In the stars, in the galaxy. “Hey!” called the Mars candy bars fuckin’ incorporation or something like that. And we got confused with that planet of ETC, period. That mother fuckin’ so on and so forth etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. You’re in the army now. At so’n’so’s so called society of ETC, hahaha. Quotation marks. “civilization, those are all lower case letters.” End quotation, period. Let tell you where you’re at mother fuckers. You bought a fuckin’ ticket and came in here and you thought you were gonna see a science fiction movie. Well I’ll tell you what you’re gonna be. We’re gonna burn some heat in your fuckin’ head and give you a little sin in your fuckin’ brain. We’re gonna remodel your neurological structuring and unlock you. We’ve got your generic code. We’re the Gods. The planets of Gods and you cock suckers will do what we tell you to do. ‘Cause we’re from outer space.
We are outer space you mother fuckers. You’re invading private property. You’re invading heaven. That’s what the void is. There’s nothing in here you mother fuckers. You’re just thinking there is.
You enter here and you’re fuckin’ shit. You entered hell you cock suckers ‘cause everything reverses. That’s God’s fuckin’ acid test. And that’s the supreme one. That ain’t no Supreme Court there on the ground. That doesn’t even register like a genuine horehound fuckin’ piece of candy. That mother fucker is artificial all the way. That’s communism. They thought they could incorperate democracy...
- Transcribed by Daniel Komins
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Raleigh Theodore Sakers: The Pyscho Semantic Police
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all at once with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police; you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you. I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up. She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go straight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit. As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie. I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it. If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.
You hear me Christine? You get one more fuckin ' chance, if you've got $10,000. Hey you've got to be genuine that's the name of this game. If you're real you've got nothing to worry about. But if you're synthetics you're starting more where your balls come off. You're a fuckin' Iranian named Alex whatever. You know you've lost your cunt to me. Bend over; fuck yourself in your ass hole. 'Cause I'm taking your hay whole fuckin' family. They're purer than you are you spurious offspring ohqumunianiah! You fuckin' devil’s piece of spit. That's the size of your mentality. You're just a piece of spit.
You're not even fuckin' a piece of whole American shit. You ain’t reached that semantic value yet. You're stuck in that fuckin’ sixth frame with of that goddamn Mohammed and fuckin' philosophy. Why you fuckin' mental midget, you're just oh shit, you’re disgusting, you don't even understand mathematics. Or arithmetic, anything. You're a fuckin' idiot. On the scale of semantic values you don't even know what that is. Spell it, you mother fucker! Your cunt belongs to me. I'll fuck you in your ass if I ever see you fuckin' chicken son of a bitch. You were gonna take me on. Come on get me you mother fucker. Grab me by my ass, suck me off. But I ain't gonna come in your mouth. 'Cause you're dead already. You son of a bitch. Get your fuckin' finky fuckin' spies. Get out of here. No we ain't gonna let you go. I'm gonna tell you how smart you are, mother fucker. You fell right in our trap. You come to the fuckin' Country of Genius! Freedom! America! Thinkin' you're gonna con us out of our country. Why fuck you, you fuckin' propane bastards with no fuckin' capital on that fuckin' B. That's a super fuckin' super discharge. A minus fuckin' B. You're gettin' graded you cock sucker. You're being judged, this is Judgment Day. You lost you mother fuckers. Just like that. You're not any fuckin' reality, ahhhh. Not any at all. You're just too fuckin' valued. That's all. You're artificial. That means you don't even show up. You're not real; you're caught in a comic book. You're Rick Savixty. You're just a fuckin' fecal commie mother fucking goddamn hair lips spy. You're a cassette. So to I'll butcher you, you cock sucker cause you’re not real, but you're dangerous. So kill every fuckin' one of them. Syyyyyyykkkkkkkaaaaaaaeeeee!!! You're zombies. You can't get out of your frame. You're caught in a comic book you mother fucking genius son of a bitch n bash lunatic tick tick tick tick…tock tock tock…Time!!! Thanks for playing. There's no such thing as time. Why not? Because shit the head has something to rhyme you, oh babys. If he's thinking what I'm thinking.... If he thinks were wrong well fuck 'em. They don't know, don't tell them so. Fuck 'em. AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH. Shut up! They can hear you. They wouldn't know what you mean. They can't get out of it. They ain't got a brain. They got a jelly bean in their fuckin' head. They call it a brain. Ahhahhah. That's not a brain that's a jellybean. It has a semantic value of a jelly beeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. I am degenitit of the dadada...did you ever it know the corner. I'm the geni of the godaaaa went to the show but I can't get in, so early in the mornnniiiiinng. I'm an American movie. I'm a groovy movie. I'm a John Wayne movie. I am, I am, I am. I am the...I aaaammmm capital G O lower case d. Who are you, I don't know you. Who the fuck are you, get out of here. Yeah I hear you well you mother fucker. You like ware wolves?
I'm gonna send you some real ones you cock suckers. Hey mother fuckin' faggots. You bastards, oh fuck you, you cock suckers. You think you made me up. Well, I've got news for you. I am irony. You don't know how to spell, fuck, you don't even know I exist. You think that sets you free, fuck you. You will obey the bows of reality. That's a capital R you mother fucker. You're illiterate, to trute. With out trute there's no reality. You don't exist.
You're so fuckin' dumb you think you do. But life is a dream for you that passed you by. You don't have the mentality of a common household fly. Hey in the natural world of reality, in the order of a…a capital D. Lower case i-p-p-e-r-a, Dippera. Cause you’re just a piece of semantic fuckin’ blockage you little piece of pig’s shit. Camel dung laying on the bottom of the earth but not quite touchin’ because you ain’t been washed clean in 2000 fuckin’ years. And hey if you wanna find the lost hidden fuckin’ words out of there buy ’em from an American. Give him some head if he wants you to suck his cock. Get down on your fuckin’ knees, suck his cock. Pray to god. Say “Oh Jesus I hope he’s an American ‘cause he might save my immortal soul.” Let him fuck me in my ass hole. Let him do anything he wants. Take my cunts. Take my fuckin’ money please. Take my wife. Hey take anything. Take my camel. She’s a good fuck. I’ve tried them all. I’m God the great con artist. I just fuckin’ bull shit you. I never tell you the truth. You’ll never what time it is ‘cause I ain’t gonna let you know. Fuck you, it’s day 1. See I’m a liar, I’m the nigger. I’m the re-nigger of all…I’m the nigger turned inside out, who is white on the outside and black on the inside. So I can check you all out, and I have, you all lost. You’re all going-- You’re a semantic flea. Semantic parrot. That is called semantic poison. Blockage, cockage, flockage, mockage, maypayockage. Scardidly (mumbling)…any of that.
That’s the name of a psychic pussycat who got a weird fuckin’ idea one day. Licking the cock of Raleigh. Ha! Foremost only, only, only Egyptian soldier wants the father of you all. I’m not from the south of Egypt, am I? I said you all. Who in the fuck are you, I don’t recognize you cock suckers. You are not my children. Who in the fuck are you? What are you doing on my planet you free loading mother fuckers? You’ve been eating up your space ship you dumb cunts. There’s only ladies and cunts. All the ladies know the cunts, but the cunts think they’re ladies. That’s your nigger in that bunch. She’s a nigger. She ain’t a lady. That’s why she likes to be called one. Fuck her she's a cunt. Every lady that thinks she’s a lady gets fucked. She’s a cunt, fuck her. Fuck the ladies and fuck them cunts or you’re gonna lose you fuckin’ minds. Because somebody has convinced you that you got here on some transom dental line. Jacking off, you’re wrong. Nothing ever came out of dead testicles of Unix ever.
Every fuckin’ day. I don’t even have to look at a goddamn face. And that was the whole trick. Just don’t look these idiots in the face and let ‘em steal your fuckin’ secrets. Fuck ‘em; let ‘em do their own goddamn work. Now lets go. To be able to do that lahahalasilas…lasciviously. You see I am automaton of God. I’m a yogaha I’m a yoga. I am everything because I am the foundation; I am the source of all. “All what” you say. All of you you mother fuckers. I’m your big daddy with a capital D. What the fuck are you doing spelling my name: capital G, lower case o, lower case d. You little mouse-minded mother fucker. You remind me of a Micky. Not a fuckin’ watch. Not a drake, not a knock out punch. Not a Sunday like 1941. But that’s that the little mouse had done. That mother fuckin’ Disney was a commie one.
And he says, “Come on over here boys. All those suckers are over here.” That was John Wayne. They’re all inside of me just trembling in their fuckin’ patriotic boots. What the hell happened? We lost our country, that’s right. You sure did you bunch of galoots. You never transcended. Hip-street talk. None of you East Side punks, West-Side punks, North-side stories are morning glories. Well you’re a fucking bunch of assholes. You’re not intellectual. You’re stupid. I am the Mafia. Listen to me. I am any fucking thing I say I am. I am I am. And if you wanna challenge me to a qualification match, put your fuckin’ ass on the line. Because I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out my funny valentine. If you don’t know the fuckin’ answers ‘cause that means that you’re no son of mine and you’re a blasphemer. It’s a schemer. That’s what a blasphemer is. It’s a scheme against God. The highest authority in your fuckin’ world. And the highest authority in mine too. And were two pains apart so you can’t fuckin’ blow shit. You are locked in the paradigm. You mother fuckers tried to blow that atom bomb. It can’t be done. You’re imprecatory you cock sucking turds. You’re not even good American shit. You’re just very small unnourished little pieces of shit. You lost your holy comic books.
You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all the rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are not the fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because you’re on repeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin' thing that you took away from them you mother fucker.
Security Guard: Raleigh.
Raleigh: Yes.
Guard: This is the deal.
Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?
Guard: You either cool it down right now...
Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!
Guard: ...your outta here.
Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?
Guard: You’re gonna go to the psych ward.
Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psych ward. This is your last opportunity.
Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.
Raleigh: Alright.
Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you’re going to the psyche ward.
Raleigh: Well, that’s exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyche ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. You’re cutting into my commercial.
Guard: You understand?
Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' arand boy.
Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever...
Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American!
Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.
Raleigh: Good, Shut Up!
[background laughter]
Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.
Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.
Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.
Raleigh: Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.
Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh.
Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.
Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.
Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do.
Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude.
Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die!
Guard: Go for it. You fuckin’ wimp. You fuckin’ wimp.
Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.
Guard: Come on. Come on!
Raleigh: I ain't commin', you come.
Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or you’re out of here, that's the only choice you have.
Raleigh: Try it.
Guard: You're gone dude.
Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mother fucker! Call the cops.
Guard: You got witnesses right now?
Raleigh: No witnesses call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cock sucker, right now.
Guard: Good.
Raleigh: 911. Just like that, and you will never get out of this.
Guard: Good. Come on.
Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, for making my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope you're recording this.
See I can walk down and get the fuckin’ cops.
Guard: Good, do that Raleigh. Do it now. Do it right now.
Raleigh: I’m gonna get my fuckin’ wallet. You keep you fuckin’ hands to yourself or I’ll tear your arms off and beat you of your ass with ‘em. You fuckin’ little snot- nosed punk fuckin’ mentality. Don’t give me that fuckin’ shit. You’re a punk. Not a punker, a punk. You call the cops; I’m not gonna waste my fuckin’ time. Get outta here. That’s great. All you fuckin’ witches from behind that fuckin’ mirror, get out of here. You’re not guests anymore. Fuck you, get outta here you mother fucker. I got you all on tape cock sucker. You’re crazy, you’re out of you’re fuckin’ mind. Did we get all of that shit, c’mon? You thought you could steal this fuckin’ government you cock suckers. You are certainly naïve. No you’re stupid, you’re ignorant. You’re somewhere in between some fuckin’ degree of…I don’t give a fuck where you’re at. You’re a liar. I’m gonna kill you every time I see you mother fucker. Keep your mouth shut or you’ll die in five minutes. I’m Mr. Fucking Consistent. Logic with a capital L-o-g-i-c; lower case you figure out where to punctuate it. Apostrophade it, inflate it, deflate it, whatever. Send it to me. It better be valid ‘cause I’m gonna kill you. Hey, if you’re illiterate to meaning, you mother fucker, you’re dead. You got ‘til Friday at 2:00 P.M. from right now. Supreme Court. Passing it along, karma. The prince of palatine, cause and effect. I love ‘cause I feel. Intermission.
Hey, I’m not God. I’m a science fiction writer. My name is Raleigh Theodore Sakers. Yeah, that’s me. I’m a fuckin’ genius, obviously. You need my help. Spiritually, you’re weak. I don’t do this shit for nothing. You pay me you mother fuckers. I did all your homework for you. Now I’ll sell it back to you. 50,000 fuckin’ dollars a page. Get your fuckin’ money together and chip in or some fuckin’ thing. And get spiritually educated while I’m here ‘cause I ain’t gonna hang around here for long. You make me sick. I’m gonna vomit. I don’t wanna regurgitate on sacred ground because I may fuckin’ drop something natural somewhere and it might grow into another piece of shit like you. I don’t recognize any of you fuckin’ people. You’re not real. You came out of comic books.
You’re words that don’t qualify to outside real life reference. You don’t make up the fuckin’ words of the sacred language system. You just apply ‘em appropriately. You have to use abstractions. That is mathematically balanced there. They don’t mean any fuckin’ thing. You’re just mocking the language system by making up words that don’t exist. They have no value schemes at all. They don’t say anything. Polly want a crackeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr. If you can’t do that, don’t fuck with me. I’m a yoga. I’m a yoguy. I am the source and I am the guy. Yo my gal I yoga. Haha, you get it I’m an American? I’m hip. Suck me off and get smart. You get smarter every time you suck my peter. I’ll let you suck my peter for $50,000. Wanna barrette, Linda Darnel? And a few more. See what I mean, just add any name you want it’s a form. I’ll sell it to you for $50,000. I don’t give a fuck. Let ‘em suck you off. Go ahead, be a man, be a sport. They’re dumb but hey, let ‘em get smart. They’re close. Let ‘em suck you off. You real American man come in their mouth. Grab ‘em by the back of the neck and press that vegas nerve. That’s it, work her head up and down. She’s a doll. Fuck her in the mouth. Stick that cock down her throat. Turn her on. Bust your nuts in her fuckin’ mouth and have her play with her cunt while she sucks it. That’s the whole trick. That’s what turns her on. Then she gets hot and busts her nuts. And she joins you and wants to suck you cock any time you want.
You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is. Until you've learned the meaning of the blues. Until you had a love you had to lose. You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yea. Well we can stop that thing you know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it.
It was a real strange thing the other day. Along the Appellation Highway. In the stars, in the galaxy. “Hey!” called the Mars candy bars fuckin’ incorporation or something like that. And we got confused with that planet of ETC, period. That mother fuckin’ so on and so forth etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. You’re in the army now. At so’n’so’s so called society of ETC, hahaha. Quotation marks. “civilization, those are all lower case letters.” End quotation, period. Let tell you where you’re at mother fuckers. Well we can stop that thing you know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. It was a real strange thing the other day. Along the Appellation Highway. In the stars, in the galaxy. “Hey!” called the Mars candy bars fuckin’ incorporation or something like that. And we got confused with that planet of ETC, period. That mother fuckin’ so on and so forth etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. You’re in the army now. At so’n’so’s so called society of ETC, hahaha. Quotation marks. “civilization, those are all lower case letters.” End quotation, period. Let tell you where you’re at mother fuckers. You bought a fuckin’ ticket and came in here and you thought you were gonna see a science fiction movie. Well I’ll tell you what you’re gonna be. We’re gonna burn some heat in your fuckin’ head and give you a little sin in your fuckin’ brain. We’re gonna remodel your neurological structuring and unlock you. We’ve got your generic code. We’re the Gods. The planets of Gods and you cock suckers will do what we tell you to do. ‘Cause we’re from outer space.
We are outer space you mother fuckers. You’re invading private property. You’re invading heaven. That’s what the void is. There’s nothing in here you mother fuckers. You’re just thinking there is.
You enter here and you’re fuckin’ shit. You entered hell you cock suckers ‘cause everything reverses. That’s God’s fuckin’ acid test. And that’s the supreme one. That ain’t no Supreme Court there on the ground. That doesn’t even register like a genuine horehound fuckin’ piece of candy. That mother fucker is artificial all the way. That’s communism. They thought they could incorperate democracy...
- Transcribed by Daniel Komins
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