(shouted)
Damned if I know!

Fuck if I know!

Shit if I know!

Ass if I know!

Tit if I know!

Scumbag if I know!

Shit if I know!

Fuck if I know!

Asshole if I know!

Damned if I know!

Fuck if I know!

Shit if I know!

Ass if I know!

Tit if I know!

Scumbag if I know!

Shit if I know!

Fuck if I know!

Asshole if I know!

(spoken)
What a beautiful sunset tonight. What a breathtaking panorama, a potpourri of sights, sounds, smells, and a whole holy host of other sensations. It�s so delightful to be here, in the outside. It�s so nice not to be all cooped up like a rat in a cage, like a political prisoner, like the working poor, like the coal miner, like the cloistered nun, like the waitress in the Quality Pie, like the farm boy, like the pig in the pen, or the cow hooked up to the milking machine, or the lamb on line to the slaughterhouse, like the HIV-positive, like the inoperable cancer patients, or the soldiers who have lost their legs, like the homicidal maniac, or the suicidal depressive. Nay, I say nay, this sunset is so beautiful, this moment so sublime, that I could stand here, and watch, and be here, and callously forget all the misery in the world, and be completely and blissfully unaware of all sadness and pain and loss, at least until the sun descends. How is it that nature can be so natural? How is it that it can completely transport one away from reality when in fact it is reality? How can that be?

(shouted)
Damned if I know!

Fuck if I know!

Shit if I know!

Charles Laughton if I know!

Damned if I know!

Fuck if I know!

Shit if I know!

Charles Laughton if I know!

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