| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 79% | Man, that ain't nothin' compared to the rest you can get when you're killin' somebody, man. You know what I mean? When you're lookin' in their eyes and you're seein' all that life just go right out of them, it's power. I hate people, man. I don't care. I don't give a shit. I don't give a shit about nothin'. Nah. All my life you go fuck with me. Don't you fuck with me, man. I just fucking hate people. I hate people. I don't care. I just don't fucking care. I don't care. I am the best motherfucker you ever saw, man. | ▶️ |
| 84% | And by these days we will look in our microscopes and find ourselves staring right into God's eyes. And the person who blinks is going to lose his testicles. | ▶️ |
| 85% | When you're patient standing in a sea of bliss, misinformation in a letter, you put the kiss in the pendant state with an invisible glow, making a marked but no show. What do you know of the truth? Then as it may be, past the sea in the eyes of ghostly children, who never heard what the past was, or what the future will be on the other side of me. | ▶️ |
| 77% | Won't you match the star that's in your eyes? | ▶️ |
| 82% | Brethren, it's time once again to seize the public's attention, to spread the word far and wide. Los Angeles demands that her residents be deafblind and unconscious. They do not hear the gunshots and the children screaming. They do not see the mountains for the smog. They sleepwalk through the crowds, the freeway traffic jams. Their sun shatters into splinters of concrete glass and steel. And when their heads pound and their eyes burn, they close the window of the BMW, blast the air conditioner and turn up the volume on the CD player. Enough! I prepare to manifesto that will alert the citizens to the evils of this living death. My words will shake them like a 7.5 earthquake. Your role is to see to it that my treatise is printed in the LA Star Morning Edition. This Vacho tells you, listen. | ▶️ |
