DARLING I LOVE YOU / DO ANYTHING FOR YOU / THERE’S NOTHING THAT I WOULDN’T DO FOR YOU

I have returned from the wasteland that lies in store for you. Do you know what I’m saying? I’m talking desperation, I’m talking hunger, I’m talking want. Like rats crammed in a cage doped up to the neck on speed –

Come and see!

The freakshow of tomorrow! Miles and miles of human viscera, gleaming with delight at the tender kiss of the tooth, the nail, the knife, all slicked together by the calculating hand of a malevolent God. I have met bitches, man, have I met bitches –

Come and see!

Nothing’s too extreme. I can’t convince you fast enough. You need to get with the program. “Millions are doing it and you’re gonna be left behind.” That’s what it used to be. That’s the way it would have come out of my mouth just a few years ago. Now we’ve all been left behind. You see them every day –

Come and see!

Scared little lambs cowering behind the tall windows of their steel-girt parapets, waiting for the scum they fled to seize them, tear them limb from limb, drink their blood. Orgies, orgies in their hot guts spilled on the tile. They dream of the day the ocean rises and drinks us all up, and they think in our infinite perversion we won’t contrive gills. These words are a message — part of a system of messages –

Come and see!

So I’ve got your attention, Mr. Power Tie, Mr. Jacks Off On Company Time, Mr. Handjobs Are Fine By Me, Mr. I Don’t Get Pussy, OK, Mx. Phil Collins – I Don’t Care Anymore. I’ve got your interest. You’re asking me, where did I learn to talk this way? What did I see? What am I asking you to see? Don’t you get it? You’ve been living in now and planning on forever, but they spell out the same thing. Do I gotta spell it out for you?

S-H-R-I-N-K / Y-O-U-R / D-I-C-K.

Now, now, you’re wondering, now, “is this person on some g/acc shit, is this person some kind of pinkpill, is this person gonna try and lie my way into the tranny club, OK, is this person conspiring against me, is this person trying to cheat me out of figuring it out myself –”

SHRINK YOUR DICK

The year is 2021. No one really cares who you are anymore. But everyone acts like they know. We’re a wedge issue now or something. I’m talking Tiktok femboys, I’m talking discourse queens of social media, I’m talking holes, I’m talking holes — you know they have bitches, you know you don’t have bitches. You know they have bitches. You wanna ask, “Is that how I get those bitches?” And buddy, you wish it was. That ship sailed and it probably sailed before you were born. You’re part of the multitude watching the rats climb the towers as the rains come. The only time that’s left is time to tear one down and hold it back –

SHRINK YOUR DICK

Look it up, you know, wealth of information. I just gotta tell you why. I’m not gonna tell you anyone wants a shrunk dick. I’m not gonna tell you your meat’s gonna be good. I don’t want you to love, I want you to hate. I want you to grit your teeth every day and think about a God that left you nothing but sweet revenge, one inch at a time. I don’t want you feeling anything about whatever you do but hate –

Chastity cages! Lidocaine! Anti-androgens! Surgery! Castration! Castration! Castration!

You getting it? You getting it? I swung 7, 8 inches back in the day. I’m no Einstein but I know what I got, and what I got isn’t that. “Oh, you’re a woman, that’s something real,” fuck you. You think I didn’t want to be desired? You think I didn’t want to plow good? I gave it up. I threw it out for a dream. I want you to throw it away for nothing. You can cut your size in half, and I’m not talking getting shit splayed open to make a pussy. I’m talking slim, I’m talking compact. And around the office –

Come and see!

You want respect? Fuck you. You want fulfillment? Fuck you. You want to pound hole? Fuck you. We’re out of the hangover of the 20th century, and what you want is the truth. Stay hard, get small. Shrink that shit until you gotta hold it out to piss, or sit down like a dainty queen in a fairytale. Hate it every second. I’m on my knees, I’m begging you. You have no idea how bad things are going to get. It’s the Goddamn future. All we have left is our capacity to endure, all we have left is hating each other, all we have left is our tiny dicks that don’t work right.

“You reading this shit? You hearing this? You hearing this crazy bitch?” Shrink your dick. I’m talking small, I’m talking hard. Corundum stone, like grinding powder. It’s not too late, but only just. You want a motto? I’m so generous, I’ll give you a motto. It’s “Don’t Give ‘Em The Satisfaction” –

SHRINK YOUR DICK