“Don’t Treat Me Rough—Treat Me Really Niches” [Interlude] lyrics

1.

Here’s an influential new idea that’s brand-new (meaning, as of February 2, 2025 Anno Domini, nobody on Earth believed this).

forbidden fruit (n.):

influence itself.

Think about it. Earth is dominated by more influential beings, and less influential beings.

Everything we do “influences” the human spirits of other people. You make me want to kill myself all the time—if your influence had succeeded, you wouldn’t be reading this now.

2.

So now I dare you to use your influence to convince other people “influence isn’t necessarily a forbidden fruit” for God knows what reason. Maybe you just want to make more people die after enjoying the bounty of your existence—your “words” (John 1:1).

You’ll be able to think of some.

In the meantime?

I dare you to bite into the fruits of your own existence—(you exist as influence)—“more carefully.”

3.

By the way, I have 209 followers on X as of writing.
I don’t think teleology—just like secular determinism—implies “We don’t have an illusion of free will.”

I want to throw my iPad into the wall every single day.

And yet I’m still functional, aren’t I?

4.

Okay, let’s just be logical. Right now I have 209 followers on X and nobody interacts with me. Assume Colson Lin becomes as famous as Kanye West. Or even—can you imagine—Taylor Swift.

In that scenario, could “anyone” just talk to me on X?

I vote yes. I’m a new kind of pop icon.

5.

Honestly, it’s just like high school all over again—I have 8 billion classmates now, and some of them have been stuck in high school for almost 100 years.

I see interacting with all of humanity as a messianic figure as “the video game I was born into.”

How hard could it f*cking be?!

6.

By the way, the faith Colson Lin has in egalitarianism—compared to most humans of his time (“You’re just going to let the masses TALK to you?!”)—is truly… well—honestly—probably not even inspiring.
EVERYBODY thinks they’re better than the masses, not just messianic geniuses.

Still, I hate the elites more.

That’s sort of been my driving existential narrative.

7.

“So masses, you’re here; elites, you’re all the way down here; and me?” (n.):

the Second Coming in a nutshell.

It’s like I turned the pyramid upside down and sat on top of it.

8.

subversion (n.):

did you know that the same part of you that enjoys subversion in a dystopia, is the same part of you that enjoys how bad scientists are subverted by better scientists; bad philosophers are subverted by better philosophers; and etc.?

(You just like improvement.)

9.

spirituality (n.):
the story of the human spirit—my big input is: “Can we just pay attention to how absurd it all is?”

That should lift up spirits.

10.

Okay.

So in lieu of marketing my work “traditionally,” I’m going to wait and see if any of the famous people I named in my work mention the Second Coming in the next few years. That’s how Colson Lin bypassed the publishing gatekeepers of Manhattan.

This is all meant to reflect really poorly on Babylon’s media and publishing apparatuses. In case I haven’t been clear. There was a period after Beacon Press canceled my book deal that I became a sex addict. I literally had the most sex of my life, trying to get over my book cancelation.

I hope Beacon Press appreciates it.

“The image of God you have in your head put there by falseness—by definition—wouldn’t exist, would it genius?”

That’s how I say hello to atheists.

11.

A lot of my work is built on the idea that what you believe, no matter who “you” are, can be meaningfully corrupted.

This affects morality; ethics; politics; culture, and—to hear me tell it—your place inside metaphysics itself.

So that’s a new one for ya.

12.

Talked to an old friend who wanted to move out of the country because systems seemed to be failing.

I want to move too, but then how I would be the messiah of Babylon?

“Oh, he’s the messiah that abandoned us first.”

“So I’m in New Zealand now, but I heard from Google News you were still having some issues there. Here are my thoughts.”

13.

the new trolley problem (n.):

“If a messianic claim can save lives—while advancing the very interests of the marginalized people I’ve built my self-conception on—but I may no longer be treated special…”

— @BeaconPressBks.

Fakeness destroyed the 21st century.

Teach it in second grade.

Teaching about how fakeness destroyed your entire culture is the only way through the Second Coming.

14.

“Stop the trolley of lies.”

“YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT THE LIMITS OF HOW I INTERFACE WITH THE HUMAN WORLD.”

“I’m pushing the red button.”

“DO NOT YOU DARE, CHRIST.”

I’m turning A Very Stable Genius (a set of texts I published to X on November 10, 2024, five days after Donald Trump was elected president of the United States for the second time in eight years) into an EP next with a picture of our f*cking president slapped onto it.

I don’t care.

15.

ethical realism (n.):

is it radical of me to say anything short actually kills ethics?

“Now that’s not very ethical, is it… existing in such a way that kills the spirit of ethics itself?” Realistic is an ethical idealism that actually accords with how the human spirit evolves over time; due to things like “cultural stimuli” or “c*mulative emotional trauma induced from being born into a dystopia.”

It’s realistic because anything less fails.

My ethic is “realism.”

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So don’t treat me rough—destroy everything I’ve ever put out there! As I’ve done to you! My suspicion is you’ll find that there isn’t all that terribly much to destroy—either way, you’ll only make the messianic genius more perfect.

So that’s when you have to “treat me really nicies.”

Right?

17.

Like you can’t just be “You’re a sore winner about it” to the Second Coming of Christ without seeming a little sore yourself?

We just have to be really realistic, okay? I’m laughing because—to all the aliens reading this, the people of my time know exactly what I’m talking about.

I basically embody the ethic of the typical American everyman.

I’m the embodiment of “human luck” trying to show you “something” about the nature of “human luck.”

So you can’t tell me not to complain just because I’m cosmically lucky.

Again—because prior to my existence, you had never heard of such a thing.

18.

Anyway I don’t mind my neck being “decorated” with evidence that I’ll be emotionally secure enough to do my job well in the form of controlling some percentage of “material manifestations of scarcity.”

I don’t know if I could make it more clear.

I’m a typical American everyman. I want to be so rich where I can just pay eight billion people to read me for a living.

Why is that so bad?

That, is called, the American—D-R-E-A-M.

19.

I have cavities I can’t afford to get a root canal for.

Do not even tell me a messiah can’t wonder if there’s any more to his own life than obscurity, tooth decay, and tragedy.

20.

I actually never wanted to be rich—that was never one of my thoughts as I got to this age.

However.

The more I realize I’m basically sitting on money.

You know what I mean? That’s how the mind works.

21.

And it goes so far beyond that.

“Look at these End Times clowns. Just look at one single fraction of their lives.”

You have to remember, I’m also an End Times judge.

22.

I want to ask AI.

When humans act less ethically.

Especially when they have something like the forbidden fruit—“influence,” don’t the chances go up that the people they influence will act less ethically?

There’s a bizarre way to test this, AI.

You could innovate ways to act…

23.

the solution to the trolley problem (n.):

if the choices were “save lives in the abstract” or “do nothing,” you’d ignore it until a gun was put to your head.

“Okay, I’ll save lives in the abstract then.”

24.

By the way, I feel constantly influenced by people who don’t even realize they’re biting into the forbidden fruit all the time.

You merely existing in a way I can observe—influences me.

Bite wisely, non-messianic chumps.