mad drunk genius

I used to have all sorts of problems. Now there's just the one.

Never been a dead man

Never been a dead man, but I’ve seen quite a few and I can say without a doubt that they’re dead. Ain’t no life left in them. They’re dead and the life is gone. The spark’s gone out and there ain’t no replacing it.

See, when people die, they’re dead, see? They ain’t around no more. They ain’t coming back. They’re just dead.

I seen a few people alive who was dead at the time, but in the metaphorical sense, you see. I been one of them, time to time, but I ain’t never stayed dead. I got the resurrection and the life and it’s sufficed to pick me back more than a few times and put me back on my feet.

Brandy is dandy, but liquor is quicker, you know

If I were God, the world would be a very different place.

I would create a species of living things with desires and an intelligence to understand their surroundings. I would leave them without knowledge of truth, but push them to develop morality and promise to reward them for good behavior. I would create divisions and social strife and have them fight for my approval and, unbeknownst to them, my enjoyment.

I would delight in their suffering at every turn, especially knowing how aware they were of it, yet still completely ignorant of the true nature of reality. I would be satisfied with their failures and rejoice with every self-inflicted wound, both physical and metaphorical.

When they died, I would reward them with an eternity of suffering, or at least an eternity that lasted until I grew bored. Then I would begin again and create a new species able to comprehend even more, yet even more misguided.

Lucky thing I’m not God, eh?