BLESSINGS
IN THE LAND OF THE FREE GENITALS AND HOME OF THE BRAVE ORIFICES, YOU’RE EVEN LONELIER THAN YOUR XXX.
YOU CAN’T BOMB OR BABY ME, BABY, BECAUSE I’M JUST A TWISTED WISH INSIDE YOUR LAPTOP, DEFORMING YOUR VIRTUAL SOUL.
GLAZED-EYED AND BRAIN DEAD, YOU DESTROY THE UNIVERSE YET AGAIN, THEN YOU APPEASE YOURSELF MOST EXPERTLY.
YOU CAN’T HELP BUT DIVE INTO ANOTHER DETONATED GASH, FOR IT’S YOUR BLOCKBUSTER, BAPTISM AND NATIONAL PASTIME.
HERD US TO THE GROUNDS ZERO. LET’S FOLLOW THE HOWLING. STAND ERECT AND SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM. WHO CARES IF NO ONE GETS THEIR NUTS BACK.
EVEN IF YOU SEE NOTHING, REPORT YOUR NEIGHBORS, FOR THEY ARE ALL GUILTY, BUT SO ARE YOU, FOR NOT SEEING WHO ARE KILLING YOU ALL.
YOUR HERO QUEST IS A CORKSCREWING ROLLER COASTER RIDE THROUGH AN OVERFLOWING MORGUE.
WADING THROUGH FOUL, SACRED ENTRAILS, YOU SMIRKINGLY SWALLOW CURSES YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND.
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