A self-referential email is never a sin, especially if you are dreaming of
mountaintops, and listening to the tiny loving voices of all the flies on
your dick. I do not think it is funny to make Jesus puke by talking about
Rush Limbaugh's personal details before God at the Last Judgement, but
fuck me if I can't take a joke. In fact, if I can't take the joke, run me
over with one of those rolling street paver machines, and make me into a
street named "left street" or "righteousness street" or "privacy street"
or "toilet street" or "cleanliness street" or "carcinogen street" or
"Pazuzu street" or some equally obscure streeet sign motif, which does
NOT qualify as performance art as my gym teacher once said while beating
me in the face with a deflated medicine ball and making all the girls in
the class strip the boys naked and beat them senseless with copies of
"seventeen" magazine and fart on their dicks before the principal comes
in and ruins everything by calling an assembly and feeding the whole
class to lions naked with cheerleaders doing wild flips all over the
arena and the crowd killing one another in the stands. RISE UP and type
the Sacred Words I say, TYPE "hadjif jo hanrahan lomus" on your DAMN
PILLS, make them look like little yellow different fuzzy marshamellow
pussy in an easter basket on Samhain, as little demons outside ambush
each other with flamethrowers for "tradition". I mon kill you asshole.
I think that today in Celtic Paganism class I am going to do a
demonstration of REAL paganism, and eat a marshamallow bunny rabbit from
between the labia of my professor at gunpoint, then light her on fire for
Jesus. In the afterlife, she will "get it", I gare-ron-tee!
-Dale Damocletian QPM "Visualize worldwide armed insurrection"