Sneaky little simian sit still and peel me a grape while I’m in a cab running idle please do not pray I hurry up and wait for fix to fix and start to kick while I laugh I scratch I salivate.

Blessed Saint Adrian of Nicomedia hallowed be thou name. Bones bones sticks and stones and rotting hair in Catacombs. Blessed be Saint Adrian for the Bomb the Blade the Bullet the Tank the dictator’s bad breath over all our money in the bank and the sweet smell of Death in all things Foul Gross and Rank.

Mouth full of fed up arms open wide pull you close I push me aside all day we stay stuck in stay you beg only for what you can spare cheat sneak alibi weak fuck suck then don’t speak too tired to care and who says black holes have no hair?

Hello Non Native Native welcome back where you don’t belong . Things changed while you were away and you’re the reason everything is wrong. We the true followers of the faith will teach you how much tolerance can not tolerate another kick in the teeth as you weep and turn the other bloody cheek see how much our Heaven is worth when your little god is not strong enough to let the meek inherit the earth.

You took the fruit thereof and you did eat the lip smack innocence of your progeny. Now the dream is having a nightmare and she pretends not to see in your smile there is but darkness on the face of the deep