oh man! i hope i'm not late! they sent be back in time to save this dude's life! the way he died! so horrible!
must run faster! i never should have stopped at that sbarro! italian food is my one vice and their had to be a sbarro! good lord i hope i'm in time to save this poor lad!
well you see. those cats...they just don't groove like i do. you dig?
dude, i know what you mean. it's hard to deal with them. i mean look at me. nailed to this plank thats nailed across another plank...across...a cross. i'll call it a cross!
thats poetry man. solid.
*sigh* sometimes, beatnik. i think you're the only one that understands me.
hey! jerry! i'm having a barbecue this weekend! i'm gonna see you there right?
ummm...jesus?
what?...OH! hahaha! silly me! nailed to a cross! probably gonna be dead soon! heh! i'd probably forget my hands were here if they weren't in excruciating pain!
heh. yeah.
well...later, jerry! nevermind about that barbecue then!
yeah at first he gave them a choice right. it was either me or barrabas. i crossed my fingers, but no luck.
so then they nail me to this thing. speared me a few times. boy did it blow.
at first you think you can hang for a bit, but then the spikes rip at your hands. so you try resting on your feet, but--
jesus, sorry to cut you off. i know you got problems. but the other day my girlfriend broke up with me. so if you could just spare me, i have my own problems.
everyone asks me "what does it all mean, jesus? what does it all mean?"
and i look at this person. i look at them like they are the only person about to be let in on the big secret of the universe. my fathers plan. everything.
i look at them and i say, "IDIOT! IF I FUCKING KNEW THAT SHIT WOULD I HAVE MY ASS NAILED TO A GODDAMN CROSS!? FOR FUCKS SAKE! I MEAN, GEEEEZ!"