All your thinking, paisanos, occurs in mi lingua… MY language! Mira, how does one fight against an opponent who controls language? Nobody has that kind of paciencia. This is why you are on my side… you know that these baboso humans are too busy being puniteros, worshipping me (wrong god – I’m Senor Duality), gossiping at church, and making love to their sciences to realize they should purify the language they use to think. Aye, not a single one of them knows that the shapes they see are movie pixels, the sounds they hear are angles,
Some of the audience actually think I’m Lucifer, but I’m not. Eso nombre is just a metaphor for a process I pretend is realer than it is. Ja know, angel of light means angles of light. Pinche humans sit on the side of my ring, and look at the words in my fighting poster y don’t know that if they would just spell the words backwards, or consider their sound-alike meanings, they’d see me, pinching a big cangada in the toilet of their subconscious. They believe their thoughts are their own (they’re actually mine). What do you think the gospel is all about… uhmmm… ‘Go (cast a) spell. I’m snickering like a puto because I put it in front of the audience, and when they accept it, without question, it becomes their responsibility. That’s why their freewill is more like a free-range will chicken… its outside the cage but has decided to stay in the confines of the farm.
Todos palabras that imply words getting you past their confines are misleading. I meant it this way! Palabras make mas palabras. Words can only point at their own chi chis. The more you learn, the more vivid the cuadrilateros rope become, and muy mas el sangre gets.
I’ll speak in terms of time mi estudiantes, so you can ‘temporarily’ get it. To establish un mundo Nuevo, a new world, based on angles doesn’t happen overnight. It took me (and some of my students) 6,000 años to create the one most of you are locked within.
Oye, if you want to start your own creation, get the hell out of mine. If you mess with mi mundo, then sabes… solo su temporally reincarnated self will experience it. I’ve been creating this master manipulative lingua called ingles for a real long time, slowly integrating old languages and stuff, you know, like, though-forms and palabra imagery.
You are navigating in an angular titty twister of my decoration, so bow down, or I’ll pile drive you, leaving you wimpering like a cheap whore in your torn pink leotards (I treat those sitting in the audience, munching on nachos better than you – usually their death is quite painless). Don’t think you can change that! This is my produccion. The audience thinks they’re in ‘Gods’ creation. Babosos! Solo los animales are in that creation. Humans are less than animale! Soooo arrogant!