Guilt is like a bag of fuckin' bricks. All you got to do is set it down. Vanity, definitely my favorite sin. Free will, it is a bitch.
Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a voyeour, a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you 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. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off. He's a tight-ass. He's a sadist. He's an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never.
I'm the hand up Mona Lisa's skirt. I'm a surprise. They don't see me coming: that's what you're missing. There's this beautiful girl just fucked me forty ways from Sunday... we're done, she's walking to the bathroom, well, she's trying to walk, she turns... she looks... it's me. Not the Trojan army just fucked her. Little me. She gets this look on her face like: "How the hell did that happen?"
You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God... and where can you go from there?
And as we're straddling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet, as the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees' honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity? And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare; it's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future.
A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body.
I tell you this, the worst vice is advice.
