Needs more bolt lightning grease. Otherwise good. Lose the hat; get me The Head of The Seahorse.
(Jesus, G-d damn & G-d bless, I'm gonna win me a Navajo Pulitzer at this rate, if I only keep this up. Amazon Prime better get me that grease
toot sweet. (Arms are fine; thanks for asking! Someone tighten That Ally's jacket restraints, she's trying to go hypercritical (you go, Girl), and for fuck's sake, can't I have one fucking Sunday in peace FOR ONCE? HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
GET A MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERFUCKER BAPTIZED. HOW IS THIS DIFFICULT? ARE YOU ASKING VIA CHARCOAL CAVE PAINTING AND YOU HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE EMBERS TO DIE OUT? HAVE YOU TRIED PISSING ON THE EMBERS? GO ON. JUMP IN THE FIRE. FUCKING DO IT. ARE YOU MAKING GESTURES? WHAT DO YOU POINT TO OUT J-MIT "LIAR" AMONGST YOUR PEOPLE, DO YOU POINT AT THE LEFT EYE, THE RIGHT EYE, OR THE HART? (A trick question is a thing Snoory asks for money.) ARE YOU STUTTERING WHEN YOU ASK YOUR DEMONICK PASKOR? HAVE YOU TRIED ASKING HIM HOW HE LIKES IT? GO ON ASK HIM—BEFORE YOU FINISH. ASK BEFORE YOU FINISH. LET ME ROLL THIS BONE BEFORE YOU FINISH, PLEASE! TRY TAKING THE ASPICOCK OUT OF YOUR PIE-HOLE FIRST, FOR ONCE, HOLY SHIT... AND I DO MEAN,
FIRST. YOU WOULD HAVE BORN WITH A SILVER COCK IN YOUR MOUTH (BUT, YOUR WENDIGO IS CAPITALIZED), AND NOT ONLY IS IT THE FIRST TIME I'VE SUGGESTED YOU DO THAT, THAT BEING, TAKE THE COCK OUT (SoSad), THIS IS THE FIRST TIME REMOVING ALL COCKS FROM YOUR THROAT AND OPENINGS, HUZZAH!
SHIELDS.)
It's so...
blue. Could this album cover get any
more blue? Jesus is
spent, and although he's still bleeding--out the anus now,
nice--it turns out that The Son of God bleeds Patriot Red, just like John of God, Agnes of God, and Urmo, Da'Hoor, right after we form A Trimuvirate Of Power and inject boiling hot coffee , entheogenically, simultaneously, and, of course...
anally, subject to
analysis. (Hi, Red! Nice place you got here! It would be a shame if anything happened to its C&C organizational structure.
(EXCELSIOR.)
