It’s fun to watch self-proclaimed geniuses struggle to formulate new ideas, while I have an unlimited supply of such, YET WITHHOLD THEM BECAUSE HUMANITY IS NOT READY.

I WILL DIE HAPPY KNOWING HUMANITY WAS NOT PREPARED FOR MY RIGOROUSLY ENLIGHTENED INTELLECT.

I’m far too Intelligent. Too organic. Too sexy. Too abstract. Too utilitarian. Too empathetic. Too abrasive. Too rich. I’m much too advanced to be understood by the mere drudges that slosh about in the muddy filth I’ve excreted. They attempt to make castles out of my sticky & viscous dung. Fools.

I tried to warn them. Though, they’d rather wallow in my filth - like the swine they are - than even attempt to understand something that provokes truthful discomfort. I always win, because they always lose. Though, I’d rather not consume the filthy beasts. I’m currently eating something much more fruitful.

As you jerk about in the mud i’ve created - clogging your pores with my dung - I sipple upon and nurture a 48 year-aged glass of cabernet sauvignon of French origin - complimented by a choice cut of privately-sourced grass-fed New Zealand bovine; the carcass of the beast just slaughtered 12 hours before reception at my domicile & selectively butchered and seared by my master chef. I’m talking about filet mignon. Rare. Blood drips from the corners of my lips, and thus runs down my defined chin, staining my massive cock that dangles loosely below the tablecloth. I eat in the nude. I look out the window of my 18.9k/month high-rise NYC apartment (very affordable), and the statue of liberty blushes, and proceeds to wink. Her red cheeks complement her lustrously green, oxidized skin. She wants me. I hear the thud of knees, and a shuffle under my 200 year-aged artisan crafted black-walnut dining table. My personal maid, who is Latvian Orthodox, driven by her own volition, is unable to resist the kavorka. This is a common theme for her. She greets my mighty member with her soft, supple lips. I accept her warm embrace, as she suckles upon my proboscis-esque lower appendage. Whilst being orally worshiped, I close the drapes. The gorgeously proportioned green-skinned woman from France will have to wait. I’m sorry that you aren’t me. I always win. I never lose.

-SAUER