Love List (No Future)

But we've gotta come to some new- some new ideas about life, okay? I'm not being facetious about abortion. It might be a real issue, it might not. It doesn't really matter to me. 'cause what matters is if you really believe in the sanctity of life, then you believe it for people of all ages. That's what I hate about this fucking child worship syndrome going on around. "Save the children! Think of the children! The- How many children were in the Waco- The children!" What does that mean? They reach a certain age, they're off your fucking love list? Fuck your children, if that's the way you feel and fuck you with 'em. You either love people in general from all ages or you shut the fuck up. "Bill, what kind of philosophy is this, Bill?" I don't know yet. I'm chasing this philosophy like a hound. I don't know where it's heading. *mimics dog barking* I'm trying to tree it, you know?

"Who are you to tell people whether they should have kids or not? Who are you?" I'm me, it's true. Shut the fuck up. Quit thinking you're gonna fucking make the world better by bringing more little fucking... cabbages to the planet. Why don't you try loving the people that are already fucking here, okay? Instead of living for a future that never fucking comes? It doesn't exist! It ain't coming! There is no future! There's no such thing! It doesn't exist! "You're our future! The children are our future!" There's no such thing, asshole! Take some mushrooms and squeegee your third fucking eye! *mimics squeegee* "Oh my God, there is only this moment!" *mimics squeegee*

This road I'm on
Just goes on forever
I don't know when I'll be
Back your way

The argument doesn't work with me, flapjack! Go back to your fucking crackerjack lifestyle, and I'll meet you at the evolution bell curve. I'll be sitting there a while. It's kind of a "Tortoise and the Hare" story. *mimics bird whistling* That's Bill, waiting for people to catch up. *mimics bird whistling* "When do you think science is gonna save us, Bill?" Oh, fuck! *mimics bird whistling* Take mushrooms, folks, and squeegee your third fucking eye. *mimics squeegee* Okay? TV has clouded it over, okay? TV is like taking black paint to your eye. *mimics spray paint* Take mushrooms. *mimics squeegee* What, do you think mushrooms grew here by accident? You think it's a fucking accident? Mushrooms grow on cow shit. Where do you think the phrase "that's good shit" came from?