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Three Wishes
O.K. here's the deal. Let's say you stumble upon a magic lamp, rub it a couple times (because you're kinky like that) and out pops a genie. He's like, "Damn, what the hell do you want? Oh...wishes."
Then he explains the rules to you.
1. You get three wishes.
2. You can't wish for more wishes, or for another genie, or for anything that would end up giving you more wishes in the end.
3. He can't extend your life or make you youthful.
4. He can't grant you any superhuman powers.
5. He can't do something completely ridiculous, like make your own universe for you that is solely devoted to you or anything, he'll grant you any wish WITHIN REASON.
So what do you wish for?
I would wish for the knowledge of why there is existence, 10 billion dollars, and the end of suffering in the world.
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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
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