That crazy savior must have been in Lockwood's colon.

Is this from his Myspace? I want to find the link and later post this.

The last two paragraphs are a repeat of most of the first half of this "treatise".

I am amazed that Kurt can't tell fictional characters from reality.

Hamlet was a constructed character by William Shakespeare, he didn't actually say anything because he wasn't real.

"It's like Hamlet said" says Kurt. Too bad "Hamlet" didn't say anything.

Well, God is a fictional character as well, soooo...

I'm more impressed that he found the lower case alphabet.

Didn't bother reading it...except for the line "Keeanu said in Constantine."

Must be an amazing religious conversion if you're referring to great movies like that.

Wow, his delusional ego has bloated to the point that he believes a social document had to be made of his metaphysical ramblings.

It's really pathetic that a few of these male porn actors think they are famous or some shit. Jack Lawrence and Lockwood, limpdick insecure closet homos, derail the fact that they are empty and shitty people. These two broadcast anything they do that isn't porn, because neither of them are cut out for straight porn.

This is the madness L.A. can cause people. It's sick and pathetic that these men believe themselves to be socially superior. Lockwood has no soul or spirit, he is a locker room sperm receptacle.

This is like the shit you wrote as a college freshman, when you believed each of your thoughts was profound: self-indlugent, trite.

He must be spending his spare time around Sasha Grey.

How much meth does it take to provide writing of such quality?

"Watch the examples of extreme coincidences in the first fifteen minutes of MAGNOLIA and tell me there is no God."

15 minutes later...

There is no God.

Smoking meth or smoking cock, either one has rotted his mind.