... and not just Mount Vernon, he grew it all over the country, man. He had people growin it all over the country. You know the whole country back then was getting high. Let me tell you man, cause cause cause he knew he was on to something, man. He knew it would be a good cash crop for the southern states, man. So he grew fields of it, man. But you know what, behind every good man there's a woman and that woman was Martha Washington, man. And everyday George would come home and she'd have a big fat bowl waiting for him, man, when he come in the door, man. She was a hip hip hip lady. And she was real cool too, she'd harvest the crops, man, that's what I'm talking about. She put in the the bushels and stuff and sell it you know. Because they had to, you know, make ends meet and stuff. Did you ever look at a dollar bill, man? There's some spooky stuff going on on a dollar bill, man. I mean, and it's green too.
The strength to change what I can, the inability to accept what I can't, and the incapacity to tell the difference.
You know I must be crazy to show this for my way of living. I find that it's easy, cutting up the pieces. This man say I have needed to mend my unholy life. I fall to my knees praying. I find it hard, and easy.
The masochist needs to believe that he's dreaming even when he is not; sadism offers no such discipline in the art of the fantasy.
WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears.